The Hugoverse

[Image Prompt] Corruption by ChrisCold "This'll be easy.” I pulled my wife’s bony hand to my lips and kissed it. “You’ll be flesh again by morning.” I felt the needles of her finger bones caress my cheek; and, she stared at me with black, empty eye holes. In my mind I still saw them as the same pools of liquid gold that I fell in love with when we met. “Congratulations. As trivial as the journey here was, I’ve no doubts of your success,” Monk said. He placed a hand on my shoulder and smiled at me. “ Our success. You two can keep the king’s reward, my wife just wants to kill him.” I said and turned my focus back toward the entrance to the Demon King’s lair. “Me first,” Flutter said. The redheaded, mountainous woman walked forward, ahead of us. The few times I did see her fight were amazing. She was savage, and almost unstoppable. When she and Monk worked together they were a force of nature. And yet, I knew Flutter felt disappointed she’d seen such little ...

Rudy's story in chronological order. Free dinner Timeless Picking Sides

Flash Fiction Challenge! Location: A rooftop | Object: A tin can [ Link to post. ] “Holy hell, I can’t believe you fixed everything ,” Chuck said. He stood on the rooftop and stared out over the bustling city. The people should have been contrite, terrified to leave their homes. Instead the streets were full of people happily going about their business. Traffic flowed like molasses, he heard sirens and horns honking in the distance. “How?” Chuck turned to face the short, rotund, blonde man. Rudy smirked. “I could explain it, but you’re an asshole. So I’ll just say, it’s my job .” Rudy stepped toward Chuck. Chuck still faced out over the city and would not have noticed Rudy stepping forward, had he not accidentally kicked a tin can. The noise caused Chuck to whirl around. “Stay there.” Chuck raised his hand and showed Rudy the number ‘1’ glowing red on his hand. “You’re not taking me back to Hell, I’ve got a new job.” A pitch black portal opened next to Chuck. Rudy stopped ...

It turns out that every conspiracy theorist is right, each conspiracy theory is true but they all come from a different timeline. [ Link to post. ] “The boss wants to see you,” the secretary, said through the intercom. The gentleman in the office pressed the red button to reply. “On my way,” he said. The clean shaven, portly man pushed his chair back and stood from his desk.  “He only wants to see me when there’s a problem,” he sighed, then gathered his coat from the rack on the way out of his office. “You know how it goes, Elaine. I’m probably out for the rest of the day.” He said to his secretary. “Right. I’ll reschedule your appointments Mr. Deville.” Elaine waved at him as he stepped out into the long cavernous hallway. Fluorescent lights somehow made the hallway drearier. He began the journey to his boss’ office and arrived there an hour later. Debbie, the boss’ secretary, let him in as soon as he arrived. “Good! Glad you made it, Red. We’ve got an enormou...

“Are you happy?” the stranger asked. The two men sat in a run down lunch diner that served better food than it had any right to. Martin Spencer put a big piece of steak in his mouth during the man’s question, and could not answer. He took his time to finish chewing and let the question hang. The silence allowed him to appraise the unknown man that treated him to dinner. The stranger sitting across from him was a portly man, with short blond hair. It was combed neatly, with a part down the left side. His face was clean shaven. Mr. Spencer thought it was a stark contrast to himself. He was a relatively lean man, with a full beard and receding hairline. They were both wearing suits, but Martin grew self conscious. His own suit seemed drab and sloppy in comparison to the crisp dark suit of the stranger. “Let me stop you there. You bought my attention with this steak dinner. I’m not obligated, nor am I planning to buy anything you’re selling. I’m just here for the food, honestly.” ...