Short fiction Archives

Thursday, September 24, 2026

The Eclipse Of 2044: a short story by GF Willmetts.

‘You’re going to make the sun disappear, just like that?’ ‘Is that a problem?’ ‘I think people will notice. Darkness.

Tourist spots in the past get over-subscribed. You would think people would want to see Christ do some of his

‘Hello, Alfred.’ ‘Hello, Cathlynn. How are you today?’ ‘I’m fine. Could be I’m on a winning streak.’ She looked around

The pathologist pulled the sheet back from the dead woman on the slab and consulted her pad. Identity unknown. Stabbed

There are many turning points in our history. The one thing that probably beat them all was the discovery of

I am FAK, pronounced ‘Fa-act’, not like the swear word, although there were sniggers in the white room the first

We live in a world where we really don’t know anyone anymore. Not your neighbours. Not even the people at

Trouble spots tended never to look like trouble when she arrived, Sara Seeker surveyed the scene. Like a lot of

‘I’m glad I spiked her for this meal’, Sara Seeker said quietly to the statuesque Libertine Rush, Baroness Samedi, sitting

‘Ms Seeker… I was just thinking of calling you…’ ‘No mindreading; one of the farsighters just told me you’d be