Archive | June, 2016

Believe What You Will, A Micro Flash Fiction Story

29 Jun

Believe What You Will, A Micro Flash Fiction Story by Raymond Daley

Jim was arrested by the police for being a Basque Separatist.
He had cried foul, claiming to be following his political beliefs.

“Not in the womens lingerie department of M&S” they had told him.

THE END.

How Snake Plissken Found His Trousers. (A Flash Fiction short story

29 Jun

How Snake Plissken Found His Trousers. (A Flash Fiction short story by Ray Daley)

They were under the bed.

THE END.

The Band Were Amazing, A Flash Fiction Story

29 Jun

The Band Were Amazing, A Flash Fiction Story by Raymond Daley

They were on their 9th song, everyone was dancing. Even my gran, who never danced. The evening had gone really well, the live band had been a brilliant idea.

As they were packing up I introduced myself to them. “You were brilliant, everyone loved you! So this is really your first gig? What’s the band called again?”

Pete, the tall one with the mustache smiled.
Keith, their manic drummer just laughed.
In the end, Roger, their lead singer said to me “It’s too long, we hate the name.”
“What is it then?” I asked.
“The International Surruptious Foundling Organization.” Roger replied, grinning as he said it.

I looked at him. “The Who?”

THE END.

My Brother, the parrot. A flash fiction short

29 Jun

My Brother, the parrot. (A flash fiction short by Ray Daley)
Sat, 21 Jul 2012

I love him dearly. I can’t imagine him ever not being here.
Not having him is like not breathing, it’s simply not possible.

“Is his mind still okay?” I ask the attendant.
She passes the meter across his forehead, lights all go green.

“Seems to be fine.” she replies.

“Fit for transfer?” I ask.
“Sure, just needs the receptive vessel.” she says.

I lean over and pass her the cage. We call him Thomas.
I guess that’ll have to change.
“Goodbye Thomas. You’re doing a great thing.” I give him my last farewell.

The transfer process is short and sweet, information compressed and recorded. Thomas is placed on the recorder and the attendant throws the switch.

Four seconds later I hear my brother again.

Welcome back Matthias.
He ain’t heavy, he’s my parrot.

To quote Oasis? You and I, we’re gonna live forever.

The End.

Armstrong’s Last Words, A Flash Fiction Story

29 Jun

21/2/12
Armstrong’s Last Words, A Flash Fiction Story by Raymond Daley.

Every human alive is aware of the most famous sentence spoken by astronaut Neil Armstrong.

Those immortal words heralded a new beginning. Little did we know it was not the bright future we had long hoped for.

The morning of July 20th 1969 was like any other apart from one thing. Men were approaching the moon for the first time. Human beings were going to step forward onto the surface of another world.

Capcom radioed the craft as it slowly drew closer, eager to get a better opinion on our closest celestial neighbour from someone who was within visual range.

“Hey Neil, how’s that moon looking up close?”

There was pause.
Capcom expected as much due to radio signal delay.
They didn’t expect the response that followed.

The response that went down in history.
The last message received from the craft was a warning.

“That’s no moon. It’s a space station.”

THE END.

Judy’s Roman Garland, A Flash Fiction Story

29 Jun

Judy’s Roman Garland, A Flash Fiction Story by Raymond Daley

Judy dropped her flowers in the Trevi Fountain. She knew she would sorely miss the beauty of Italy. As the taxi driver called her away to go to the airport, her last thought to herself was;

‘There’s no place like Rome’

The End.

The Million Year Trip, A Micro Flash Fiction Story

29 Jun

The Million Year Trip, A Micro Flash Fiction Story by Raymond Daley

“Ladies & Gents, this is your Captain speaking. We are now en route to Auriga IV, our estimated journey time will be one million years. Be advised, the first person I hear saying ‘Are we there yet?’ will be thrown out the airlock. Have a lovely trip.”

The Worst Mechanic, A flash story

29 Jun

The Worst Mechanic, A flash story by Raymond Daley

In the garage, in the background, Frankie Valli was crooning to himself about a bygone ago of style and fashion. The mechanic was trying to explain the problem to the cars owner.
“You see lady,” he explained.
“Sandy,” she interupted. She hated being called lady, or dollface, or sweetheart.
“Okay, look Sandy.” he changed tack quickly enough, knowing he just wanted both her and the car gone from his garage and his life. He’d never seen anything like it before.
“It’s the engine, I can’t really understand what’s wrong. I keep seeing this black thick viscous material but I don’t know what it is.”
“Grease,” replied Sandy.
“What?” asked the mechanic.
“Grease is the word,” replied Sandy.

Stephensons Other Rocket, A Flash Fiction Story

29 Jun

Stephensons Other Rocket, A Flash Fiction Story by Raymond Daley

It was finally complete. George knew it must be tested.
Steam had proven to be such a versatile thing.
He knew this must work.
The Leonardo sketches had been so elegant yet so simple to implement.
All he had been missing was the power source strong enough.

George turned the wheel slowly, releasing the pressure.
He watched the gauge, letting the level build until he was ready.

Two hours later he stood before the wreckage.
He was grateful to be unharmed.
He did not know why the vehicle had crashed but he knew he would never have enough money to rebuild it.

Stephensons Rocket would never fly again.
Perhaps a wheeled vehicle would be more viable?

THE END.

Failure, A Micro Flash Fiction Story

29 Jun
19 May 2012

Failure, A Micro Flash Fiction Story by Raymond Daley

The Admiral faced The President, “Sir, I’m sorry to report that our invasion has failed.”
“The Navy wasn’t powerful enough?” asked The President.
The Admiral felt embarrased at having to correct his President.
“It’s not that sir. Lichtenstein isn’t near any sea.”
The Admiral turned and left, ashamed at both himself for having obeyed such a stupid order and his President for having given it in the first place.

The End.