Author Archives: Michael Robinson

About Michael Robinson

An eclectic person living in a world rife with binaries, opposition, anger and pain and trying to find the spectra, love, happiness and catharsis within.

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Sipping sustenance on an empty belly a hole in my gut and it escapes. Too much to hold in not enough to sate I guess in the end hunger waits. I’m sad but I’m happy and overwhelmed by everything I … Continue reading

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Inktober 10: The Alien Cat

“Ok Thistle, today’s a special day,” Tanya spoke to her room at large as he she bustled about, knowing her cat would hear (even if it didn’t understand). “Today I go out to visit where Mommy lives. I need to … Continue reading

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Inktober 9: The Sisters

Reverend Sister Monica finished her sermon for the day to the humming chorus of amens. Today was a special day, and every nun in the Order of Sacred Secrets knew what that meant: their piety was about to be tested. … Continue reading

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Inktober 8: The Space Priest

[Note: This flash fiction is mildly NSFW and includes depictions of sexual activity between two men. As such, it’s been put behind a read more link. Please remember, though these characters are engaging in risky behavior in a universe where … Continue reading

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Inktober 7: The Sentient Being

The Sentient Being drank virtuathol, slamming the cup onto the bar and smacking its lips. The bartender, a blocky construct that was clearly just stock pixel-art from the early 2020s, turned haltingly to face it and another glass appeared while … Continue reading

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Inktober 6: The Bounty Hunters

Green text scrolled across Harry’s field of vision: Two on the left, one on the right. Target down the hall to right. The bounty hunter grinned and thought out a reply to his partner. I go left, you go right? and she replied … Continue reading

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I notice what’s missing and search to fill it. When I can’t find anything I’m told to create it. It’s hard to write what I want to see because what I want is better than I could be People think I’m … Continue reading

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Inktober 5: The Old Scientist

Spindly arms attached to simple pincer mechanisms delicately did the work of pouring chemicals into other chemicals while various sensors recorded the changes in the tubes and flasks and vials. The old machine clicked and whirred, not because it needed … Continue reading

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Inktober 4: The Rovers

Crunch The ground underneath G12k was tough but crumbly. The world it had been deployed to was no world at all, but a small moon of a gas giant that the Council believed contained enough selenium sulfide ores that their issues … Continue reading

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Inktober 3: The Engineer Girl

Classical music blared over BC’s comm, but luckily for her, the little earpiece had fallen out in the middle of the night. Over the frenzied chorus of “Love on Top,” the sound of the concierge’s voice announced politely that her … Continue reading

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