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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: 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
Author: Majoki Somewhere in the staggering structure there had to be a drip. Thorndyke sensed it before he actually heard it late that first night as he sat in the empty chamber. A metallic plinking. It seemed inconceivable that a structure as monolithic as the... https://wp.me/s6C8jg-constant
November 18, 2025 at 6:44 AM
Author: Majoki Somewhere in the staggering structure there had to be a drip. Thorndyke sensed it before he actually heard it late that first night as he sat in the empty chamber. A metallic plinking. It seemed inconceivable that a structure as monolithic as the... https://wp.me/s6C8jg-constant
Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer There's a lot to be said for the glory of a star field. A million points of light in every direction, in an array of colours you'd never believe possible, and a silence that seems to make the vista even more intense. "You're stargazing... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQl
November 17, 2025 at 5:58 AM
Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer There's a lot to be said for the glory of a star field. A million points of light in every direction, in an array of colours you'd never believe possible, and a silence that seems to make the vista even more intense. "You're stargazing... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQl
Author: Chris Lihou The parking lot was empty. Its single light projected a cone of semi-darkness, beyond which shadows could stealthily move. As instructed, I deposited the package at the base of the light and quickly retreated. In the light’s glow, I knew I’d make... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQS
November 16, 2025 at 5:01 AM
Author: Chris Lihou The parking lot was empty. Its single light projected a cone of semi-darkness, beyond which shadows could stealthily move. As instructed, I deposited the package at the base of the light and quickly retreated. In the light’s glow, I knew I’d make... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQS
Author: Colin Jeffrey Nicole Celoni settled into a loungeroom chair, wireless earbuds in, ready to read and listen to music. She flipped open her book, pressed play on her MP3 player. Nothing. Confused, she checked the screen. Every file was gone. Panic rising, she... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQB
November 15, 2025 at 5:16 AM
Author: Colin Jeffrey Nicole Celoni settled into a loungeroom chair, wireless earbuds in, ready to read and listen to music. She flipped open her book, pressed play on her MP3 player. Nothing. Confused, she checked the screen. Every file was gone. Panic rising, she... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQB
Author: Jason McGraw “Electrical ozone, hold the smoke,“ Kia says as straps tighten at the hook-ups of the space suit and the mask descends. The mask covers eyes, ears, and nose, leaving the mouth open to the air in case the nasal feed gets too strong. The scent Kia... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UOB
November 14, 2025 at 6:03 AM
Author: Jason McGraw “Electrical ozone, hold the smoke,“ Kia says as straps tighten at the hook-ups of the space suit and the mask descends. The mask covers eyes, ears, and nose, leaving the mouth open to the air in case the nasal feed gets too strong. The scent Kia... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UOB
Author: Susan Anthony From her white enameled tub, chipped on the rim, worn down by countless bottoms sliding across its base, a frosting of bubbles, Tanya heard knocking. Through the pane of glass separating her from winter there it was again; more scratch than tap.... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQ2
November 13, 2025 at 6:39 AM
Author: Susan Anthony From her white enameled tub, chipped on the rim, worn down by countless bottoms sliding across its base, a frosting of bubbles, Tanya heard knocking. Through the pane of glass separating her from winter there it was again; more scratch than tap.... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQ2
Author: Banks Miller He looked at me sternly. “Normally, I don't do interviews. I'm telling you this only because I want people to know what it was really like. So you're going to show this exactly as it is, no edits, no tricks. Understood?” I nodded. “Very well... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQ8
November 12, 2025 at 5:55 AM
Author: Banks Miller He looked at me sternly. “Normally, I don't do interviews. I'm telling you this only because I want people to know what it was really like. So you're going to show this exactly as it is, no edits, no tricks. Understood?” I nodded. “Very well... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQ8
Author: Majoki The email back from MemeGene was a bother. Molly Alana McGinn had not really wanted to do the DNA test, but her mother had paid for it for her birthday and she felt compelled to follow through. She’d ordered the kit, filled out the questionnaires and... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UPN
November 11, 2025 at 6:36 AM
Author: Majoki The email back from MemeGene was a bother. Molly Alana McGinn had not really wanted to do the DNA test, but her mother had paid for it for her birthday and she felt compelled to follow through. She’d ordered the kit, filled out the questionnaires and... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UPN
Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer Thirty seconds after landing I'm the last combatant standing. I'd like to say it's down to skill, but it's the luck of the algorithm. We went in with 501 effectives. Their response gauged our forces, dropped a preset margin of error,... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQj
November 10, 2025 at 6:01 AM
Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer Thirty seconds after landing I'm the last combatant standing. I'd like to say it's down to skill, but it's the luck of the algorithm. We went in with 501 effectives. Their response gauged our forces, dropped a preset margin of error,... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQj
Author: Alastair Millar The cold wind, persistent further down, had died away. Now the silence was so intense that the man could hear his footfalls on the sandy soil. He was almost where he needed to be. The hairs on his arms stood up as he made his way higher.... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQN
November 9, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Author: Alastair Millar The cold wind, persistent further down, had died away. Now the silence was so intense that the man could hear his footfalls on the sandy soil. He was almost where he needed to be. The hairs on his arms stood up as he made his way higher.... https://wp.me/p6C8jg-UQN