Flash fiction

The leader of the robot army, Frederick, leading a resistance against mankind, sits at a meeting with his cabinet to discuss plans to move in the war. At the meeting is his assistant, responsible for any menial tasks he needs completed, the money robot, Benny, who handles the robot army’s money, and the secretary of state robot, Harrison, the second in command to the leader. None of the robots have been on the battlefield for this revolution, finding it more beneficial to fig

Two janitors end their day as one contemplates life and the other thinks about dinner. Dan and Carlos were done cleaning the parts of the small facility of a few rooms for the night. The main room had been set up for the party tomorrow. The floors have been washed. All the tables are ready. Their job was complete. All they had to do now was wait for the night to end and clock out. They now sat in the first small room of the facility, relaxing from their job. There was not muc

I don’t believe in psychics. I am not the type of guy who is interested in any of that new-age bs you hear from amateurs on social media who can barely keep a job. No thanks, is what I say when I hear of them predicting the future with their so-called knowledge. I can predict the future too and be wrong about it just as much as they are, and nobody calls me psychic. I don’t go for astrology and any of that stuff either, where the gift of one individual is able to see that uns

I noticed an unusual pattern where I work, most of the guys in their 20s leave without much of a hint or heads-up to the other boss or me. One day, the man will walk in, say he is going to quit, and that is that. Sure, some of them say they can still be on the schedule for the next week they were supposed to be on. There are some who even text me this notification, but the handling of it by the guys is always the same. They never brought up to anyone that they were looking fo

I am a pretty easygoing teacher, the kind of teacher who will look at the cover of Romeo and Juliet when the class begins and tell the kid that Romeo and Juliet die. I’d add a little note that Tybalt is kind of a jerk, and Mercutio is funny, but I get why some thought that he would kill Shakespeare. The character talks too much. Of course, the kids I teach don’t get these jokes, and I don’t expect them to. I guess this is just my way of enjoying the job, aside from sitting do

Michael Veil was supposed to be dead when I got there. I was only there to sign some documents of his life away after he died. I wasn't supposed to see him die. In fact, I didn't know or care enough about him to see it. The man was nothing more than a client for me. I was his legal consultant, or his lawyer, that he went to in matters of law. I knew he was dying, and the current case he was involved in would be ended once he passed.   Mr. Veil is what you would call prominent