Someone must make the fancy gizmos. Someone needs to toil in the background so everyone can have teleporters and laser pistols. In this three-part Friday Fiction, we explore such a person, such an inventor, and what happens when he invents something too good to give away.
In this story, we’ll answer a question: what’s it like to become one?
What’s it like to ascend to godhood?
Humans can work around almost any problem, given enough time. If they really try, they can find some solution.
I’ve scoured through the logs, the stories of futures, other worlds, and the strange, and found four Friday Fictions published at different times. Four tales full of hope, and love, and good outcomes.
“That was… that was strange. The fourth part just passed through my…consciousness? It twisted upward?”
“There in the house. It’s in the house. There is a house. Read here. Read here… read here…”
We continue into this… curious tale by Brandon Scott. It’s already shaping up to be weird and disturbing, but I’m not sure we’ve seen anything yet.
Oh boy, do we have something engaging for you today! It’s strange, it’s wild, and it’s gruesome and gory!
Let us hear the tale of Edward Mills. He’s become convinced of something, something strange and eerie.
The party is done—and now the horror begins. Brace yourself, dear reader, for Brandon Scott has something violent in store for these characters.
It’s very dark down here. Though some of you were nice enough to give me batteries, I seem to have run out of all of them but one.
Hey, readers. I’m still trying to figure out what’s happening. The old sound stopped. But now there’s… scuffling?
