Fragment Friday: New Story Edition!

Fragment Friday horror storyHappy Friday all. Hope the week was good to you, and your weekend even better!

If you’re a new author, looking for somewhere to post some of your work, why not post an excerpt of your story / book here, with info about where to find your work? No book yet? No problem. You can share a short story you have on your website, or anywhere else that your writing exists! Just email me at authorsteveboseley (at) gmail (dot) com

Today, you’ve got me again, and I’d like to present you with the opening of a short story I’ve been working on. It’s dystopian in nature and a great deal of fun to write. Here are the opening paragraphs. Let me know what you think:

“Hey!” Joe pushed the man standing in front of him.

“Sorry, buddy.” The man turned around. “There’s no space.” He shrugged indicating the crowd.

“Why the hurry? We can’t go in until they open the doors, anyway.” Joe shouldered his way back past the man, inserting himself back in the queue just behind an overweight woman with brown, curly hair.

The man took hold of the back of Joe’s jacket and started to pull him, but before Joe had a chance to protest, one of the armed soldiers stepped towards the pair.

“Are we going to have a problem, gentlemen?” He kept his pistol securely fastened in its holster, but Joe noticed his hand reflexively reach for it. Joe had no doubt that he had used it before, and no doubt that he would use it again if necessary.

“No sir, we’re not.” The man let go of Joe’s jacket and sank his hands into his pockets. “Can we just fucking hurry up?”

The soldier flicked the strap on his holster and it sprang open. “Will you please watch your language, sir? There are women and children here.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re about to send most of us to our deaths and you’re worried about some bad language?

The soldier stood his ground but said nothing. He left his pistol strap unattached.

“And besides, who the hell brings children to this shit-show?” The man motioned to the crowds, secured behind the barriers. There were several children pushed up, face-first against the barrier. Several children, further back in the crowd, had been lifted onto their parent’s shoulders.

“Again sir, please refrain from cursing where you can be heard by children.”

The man leaned over the barrier and brought his head close to the soldier’s ear. “Fuck this.” He whispered before standing back. “How was that?”

The soldier took a moment to draw in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. The speed he covered the ground to where the man stood startled Joe and some of the others standing in line with him, and they moved away, or at least as far away as they could within the confines of the queue. In one move, the soldier reached over the barrier, turned his back in what Joe imagined was an approximation of some martial art or other, and flipped the man over the barrier. The man somersaulted over the waist-high barrier and landed flat on his back. Before he had chance to catch his breath, the soldier hauled him back to his feet and began marching him towards the waiting crowds, who had now started shouting and jumping up and down, the children being thrust into the barriers, for the moment forgotten by their parents.

I’m not sure if this is going the way of a novel or a short story. I suspect the latter, but I guess we’ll see!

Thanks for reading today, and if you want to see your work here, shoot me an email, or leave a comment.


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