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365 tomorrows is a collaborative project designed to present readers with a new piece of short speculative/scifi ‘flash’ fiction each day.
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Author: Thomas Henry Newell “Who?” They wondered. “Bring him?! Bring who?” Adam was the first to voice the thought. The others looked at him. The glowing orb continued to shine in throbs. “No no no,” said Jayce. “Breed him – that’s what it’s... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-URQ
December 13, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Author: Thomas Henry Newell “Who?” They wondered. “Bring him?! Bring who?” Adam was the first to voice the thought. The others looked at him. The glowing orb continued to shine in throbs. “No no no,” said Jayce. “Breed him – that’s what it’s... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-URQ
Author: Emily Kinsey I sway side-to-side in the back of the beat-up van. My hands, which are zip-tied in front of me, went numb somewhere between Boston and Portland. I struggled to free myself in the beginning, but I gave up well before the snow began to fall. We’re... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UST
December 12, 2025 at 6:20 AM
Author: Emily Kinsey I sway side-to-side in the back of the beat-up van. My hands, which are zip-tied in front of me, went numb somewhere between Boston and Portland. I struggled to free myself in the beginning, but I gave up well before the snow began to fall. We’re... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UST
Author: Luca Ricchi Vernon Liu snapped awake as his pod shot up through the bunker hatch into the ashen dusk. ‘Navigation initiated. Destination: Xingjing Earth Federation Great Hall"’ He stretched his olive-hued arms – numb after many hours of induced coma –... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-USa
December 11, 2025 at 5:27 AM
Author: Luca Ricchi Vernon Liu snapped awake as his pod shot up through the bunker hatch into the ashen dusk. ‘Navigation initiated. Destination: Xingjing Earth Federation Great Hall"’ He stretched his olive-hued arms – numb after many hours of induced coma –... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-USa
Author: Robert Gilchrist “I don’t think this is the way we’re supposed to go,” said Peter. “This is the Celestial Orienteering Championships, Pete,” said Johnson as he picked the last lock on the door. “They’re not gonna make it easy on us.” Tiny... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UT1
December 10, 2025 at 5:44 AM
Author: Robert Gilchrist “I don’t think this is the way we’re supposed to go,” said Peter. “This is the Celestial Orienteering Championships, Pete,” said Johnson as he picked the last lock on the door. “They’re not gonna make it easy on us.” Tiny... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UT1
Author: Majoki “Get a job! You need to work!” “That’s all I ever do. Work.” “You sit around all day, consuming media and eating junk food. How’s that work?” “I’m dissipating heat energy. It’s vital work and my avowed purpose. It’s life’s... https://wp.me/s6C8jg-workflow
December 9, 2025 at 5:58 AM
Author: Majoki “Get a job! You need to work!” “That’s all I ever do. Work.” “You sit around all day, consuming media and eating junk food. How’s that work?” “I’m dissipating heat energy. It’s vital work and my avowed purpose. It’s life’s... https://wp.me/s6C8jg-workflow
Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer The two women stand within a wide, white circle. The ground under their feet is powdery. Stalks of bleached grass crumble at the slightest disturbance. Vicki’s unimpressed. “Is this all?” Sharon shakes her head. “This is what... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-USz
December 8, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer The two women stand within a wide, white circle. The ground under their feet is powdery. Stalks of bleached grass crumble at the slightest disturbance. Vicki’s unimpressed. “Is this all?” Sharon shakes her head. “This is what... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-USz
Author: Colin Jeffrey It’s not that I have anything against our new alien companions, especially considering the technology they’ve given us. They just give me the creeps. It’s their eyes - opaque white, motionless orbs that never blink. And their voices! Like... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UOH
December 7, 2025 at 5:01 AM
Author: Colin Jeffrey It’s not that I have anything against our new alien companions, especially considering the technology they’ve given us. They just give me the creeps. It’s their eyes - opaque white, motionless orbs that never blink. And their voices! Like... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UOH
Author: Michael Lanni The first thing Captain Elias Korrin felt was the cold, not the crisp sting of cryo-sleep, but a damp chill that clung to his skin. He opened his eyes to a soft amber glow as the Argus Reach’s emergency lights pulsed in time with the ship’s... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UP2
December 6, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Author: Michael Lanni The first thing Captain Elias Korrin felt was the cold, not the crisp sting of cryo-sleep, but a damp chill that clung to his skin. He opened his eyes to a soft amber glow as the Argus Reach’s emergency lights pulsed in time with the ship’s... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UP2
Author: Kenny O'Donnell He had cured the galaxy. Disease eradicated, famine a distant memory, even death itself was no longer a concern. All his doing. And now they wanted his head. Civilians and defected military alike stormed the temple. The siege had lasted several... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQ0
December 5, 2025 at 5:01 AM
Author: Kenny O'Donnell He had cured the galaxy. Disease eradicated, famine a distant memory, even death itself was no longer a concern. All his doing. And now they wanted his head. Civilians and defected military alike stormed the temple. The siege had lasted several... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQ0
Author: Doug Lambdin Lewis Flaherty opened a cryobox drawer and pulled out the container with the head labeled CB-9, belonging to one Deborah Beale, steam rising out as the inner container became exposed to room temperature. Lewis inspected the case, her head, and the... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UR6
December 4, 2025 at 8:40 AM
Author: Doug Lambdin Lewis Flaherty opened a cryobox drawer and pulled out the container with the head labeled CB-9, belonging to one Deborah Beale, steam rising out as the inner container became exposed to room temperature. Lewis inspected the case, her head, and the... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UR6
Author: Taylor Pittman They moved around the room, their bodies jerking at odd moments, their voices slipping into mechanical ranges as they served beverages. She could not stop her eyes from trapping the waiters in her periphery. If she looked close enough, she could... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-USc
December 3, 2025 at 7:20 AM
Author: Taylor Pittman They moved around the room, their bodies jerking at odd moments, their voices slipping into mechanical ranges as they served beverages. She could not stop her eyes from trapping the waiters in her periphery. If she looked close enough, she could... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-USc
Author: Majoki To hell with pleasant dreams. Long live nightmares! Marcus looked at the motto writ large on the smart panel of DreamOn’s boardroom. The corporation’s board was gathered to solicit his opinion. They were going to want his approval. They were going to... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UR2
December 2, 2025 at 5:01 AM
Author: Majoki To hell with pleasant dreams. Long live nightmares! Marcus looked at the motto writ large on the smart panel of DreamOn’s boardroom. The corporation’s board was gathered to solicit his opinion. They were going to want his approval. They were going to... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UR2
Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer "Where the fook now?" "Jobsheet says left of the second moon and can't miss it." "Yeah yeah. Every bloody time they take the amateur finders word instead of asking for location data. Not like it’s a difficult ask: it’s on the... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-USx
December 1, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer "Where the fook now?" "Jobsheet says left of the second moon and can't miss it." "Yeah yeah. Every bloody time they take the amateur finders word instead of asking for location data. Not like it’s a difficult ask: it’s on the... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-USx
Author: David Sydney It was a Friday night poker game, with only three left in the hand—Mel, Otto, and Ralph. Ralph, losing all night, was down to his last few pathetic chips. He couldn't believe it. Mel had dealt him four aces. His problems were over. Finally, he was... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQL
November 30, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Author: David Sydney It was a Friday night poker game, with only three left in the hand—Mel, Otto, and Ralph. Ralph, losing all night, was down to his last few pathetic chips. He couldn't believe it. Mel had dealt him four aces. His problems were over. Finally, he was... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQL
Author: David Dumouriez “Good afternoon, Zak,” the voice said. “Alright?” Zak replied. “Had a good day?” “Ah, you know. The usual. Bor-ing!” There was a tinkly laugh. “Got any homework?” “Homework? Just a minute … Yeah. Some crap on the digestive... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UPw
November 29, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Author: David Dumouriez “Good afternoon, Zak,” the voice said. “Alright?” Zak replied. “Had a good day?” “Ah, you know. The usual. Bor-ing!” There was a tinkly laugh. “Got any homework?” “Homework? Just a minute … Yeah. Some crap on the digestive... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UPw
Author: Larson Holm He splashed the cold water up into his face and looked at himself in the mirror. It would have to do. Why did she want to talk now? It had been five years, and she’d been the one to break it off. It hadn’t made sense then, what could’ve... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-URh
November 28, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Author: Larson Holm He splashed the cold water up into his face and looked at himself in the mirror. It would have to do. Why did she want to talk now? It had been five years, and she’d been the one to break it off. It hadn’t made sense then, what could’ve... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-URh
Author: Brian Ball She wouldn’t look him in the eye. He rattled off questions, but she ignored his ridiculous whimpering. She punctured the vitamin drip, tightened the chest straps and locked his neck in place. Too bad she couldn’t be bothered. She was the last... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-URn
November 27, 2025 at 7:09 AM
Author: Brian Ball She wouldn’t look him in the eye. He rattled off questions, but she ignored his ridiculous whimpering. She punctured the vitamin drip, tightened the chest straps and locked his neck in place. Too bad she couldn’t be bothered. She was the last... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-URn
Author: Susan A. Anthony The poorly fitting standard builder issue door had a gap under it, all the better to let things escape. Inside, a small white washing machine drained into a hole in the concrete, shielded with a perforated plastic vent, to keep things out, she... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-URp
November 26, 2025 at 6:33 AM
Author: Susan A. Anthony The poorly fitting standard builder issue door had a gap under it, all the better to let things escape. Inside, a small white washing machine drained into a hole in the concrete, shielded with a perforated plastic vent, to keep things out, she... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-URp
Author: Majoki ofcourse ofcourse His eyes wide, the district attorney stared at the machine near the witness stand rather than at the witness. It was a moment before he asked his next question. “May I call you Towser?” myname “Thank you.” The DA responded, his... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UR0
November 25, 2025 at 5:16 AM
Author: Majoki ofcourse ofcourse His eyes wide, the district attorney stared at the machine near the witness stand rather than at the witness. It was a moment before he asked his next question. “May I call you Towser?” myname “Thank you.” The DA responded, his... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UR0
Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer Rolla takes a swig from his mug and smiles. “Gather round, my children, and listen well. Heed not the screams of the monshaga as they roam. Within these walls, we are safe. Behind the great door, we will thrive.” Gesty spits... https://wp.me/s6C8jg-leaders
November 24, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer Rolla takes a swig from his mug and smiles. “Gather round, my children, and listen well. Heed not the screams of the monshaga as they roam. Within these walls, we are safe. Behind the great door, we will thrive.” Gesty spits... https://wp.me/s6C8jg-leaders
Author: Gordon Pinckheard Stray from the shoal, and you risk your life. Dave would like to have moved in towards the center of his row of marchers, but his arm was locked with his neighbor's. At least, they were well back from the protest's front lines. The day... https://wp.me/s6C8jg-goldfish
November 23, 2025 at 5:01 AM
Author: Gordon Pinckheard Stray from the shoal, and you risk your life. Dave would like to have moved in towards the center of his row of marchers, but his arm was locked with his neighbor's. At least, they were well back from the protest's front lines. The day... https://wp.me/s6C8jg-goldfish
Author: Richard Simonds Harriet, age fourteen, looked forward to freshman English, although she wasn’t exactly sure why. Maybe there was poetry in her soul, or maybe she was just intellectually interested. If asked about her excitement, she would say, “I don’t... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UKu
November 22, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Author: Richard Simonds Harriet, age fourteen, looked forward to freshman English, although she wasn’t exactly sure why. Maybe there was poetry in her soul, or maybe she was just intellectually interested. If asked about her excitement, she would say, “I don’t... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UKu
Author: Hillary Lyon “I heard that.” “What?” Clive looked over his shoulder. “You’re not supposed to be listening to my conversations. Besides, it’s true—it is hard to get good help.” “That’s not what your wife told me.” Andra stood in the... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-URO
November 21, 2025 at 7:37 AM
Author: Hillary Lyon “I heard that.” “What?” Clive looked over his shoulder. “You’re not supposed to be listening to my conversations. Besides, it’s true—it is hard to get good help.” “That’s not what your wife told me.” Andra stood in the... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-URO
Author: Timothy Goss There is no tyme, no tick tock not no more. Sunny has face an hands, but no tick tock, only slip slop like me own guts. We been waiting an watching, meself an Sunny, waiting days and nites, watching light an dark, waiting for grub from under... https://wp.me/s6C8jg-monmoth
November 20, 2025 at 6:09 AM
Author: Timothy Goss There is no tyme, no tick tock not no more. Sunny has face an hands, but no tick tock, only slip slop like me own guts. We been waiting an watching, meself an Sunny, waiting days and nites, watching light an dark, waiting for grub from under... https://wp.me/s6C8jg-monmoth
Author: Nathan Matthew Edmunds The spacecraft ascended the purpose of its creators’ intention like most of their labors before it. On November 5, 2018, the Voyager 2 probe broke through the heliosphere of its home system and hummed through the blind and deaf cosmos.... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQP
November 19, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Author: Nathan Matthew Edmunds The spacecraft ascended the purpose of its creators’ intention like most of their labors before it. On November 5, 2018, the Voyager 2 probe broke through the heliosphere of its home system and hummed through the blind and deaf cosmos.... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQP