You’re in the Metaverse, year nine of lockdown. Waiting in line at the strip club(mandatorily transgender) a pHzier bot latches on to you. ‘ARE YOU AWARE OF THE NEW VARIANT! THE SIGMA VARIANT! GET YOUR NEW VAXER TODAY AND SAVE 15%’. You buy the vaccine which is immediately injected into…

Andrew Burban awoke with a groan like that of a dying animal. Caffeine withdrawal headache in full swing. His skull nearly splitting at the seams as the afternoon sunlight penetrated the sole undersized window of his one-bedroom Brooklyn apartment, shining onto his face wholly unwelcome. He grunted and rolled over…

The Adjuster

Scott Skellymen sat on his old wooden chair staring at his bony freckled fingers lying limply on the keyboard, sighing before continuing an email on his old Windows 2003 computer. …

Part 3 of 3

A Working Man

Back in the Airbnb Jet was still a little wired, from the coke, caffeine, and adrenaline rush he always gets when he’s doing card work. So he decided to get some more work done. Logging onto Skype, putting his headphones in to drown…

Part 2 of 3

Derivative Perfection

Getting off the bus Jet popped a caffeine pill, as they all walked to the Airbnb he could feel himself becoming more alert. Jimmy came up to him, already tweaking, “You bumping tonight Jetty?” He said grinning, discretely holding out a baggie of cocaine…

Part 1 of 3

“Jet…. Jet lift your head off your desk and pay attention!” Miss Meeky squealed. Jet lifted his head off the desk, hood still on, looking at Miss Meeky’s anguished face indifferently.

“You’re never going to be successful and have a good job with this type of…

Ronald Gelfman made his way down the dimly lit environmentally friendly hallway and got on the elevator. He pressed the button for the Sun-Dome, and the elevator began it’s slow ascent away from his 175 square foot efficiency apartment on the negative twenty-seventh floor. He sighed, breathing in the musty…

It was the 90s. The afterglow of the Reagan era in full swing. Reagan is the kind of thing you never really want to experience in the moment, you just want the remembrance of it, the after effects, like the smooth come down of a bad acid trip. …

I park my car and get out to plug it in. I drive a Prius. The Tesla chargers are 30 meters to my right, in a better lit part of the parking lot. It’s night time. It smells, the Prius charger is located next to the nearby McDonald’s dumpster.

I…

Rick Masters

Micro Short Stories of Fiction

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