Michael J Lawrence

A woman stranded in an abandoned Martian colony takes matters into her own hands.

It was a box in snow. It lay open beneath a tree, its flaps draped at its side, wrinkled and sagging with ice. Eagerly awaiting for somebody to put something inside. For this is what box did. The last time it had been useful, it lay on the floor beneath a Christmas tree. Prim flashes … Continue reading Box in Snow

It doesn't have to end like this. Isn't that what they always say? Hell, who knows? Like any of us are actually there when you would say something like that. Because nobody walks away to actually talk about it. But it makes sense, doesn't it? Sure it does. It doesn't have to be like this. … Continue reading R S T

Short fiction by Michael J Lawrence. A man faces his worst enemy, the man who once saved his life.

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Short Fiction by Michael J Lawrence. Box in Snow... a guardian of family treasures.

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Cold. Brutally efficient. Relentless. These were the words he had circled on the brochure, a document that would not leave the room where he had read it. They would burn it after he left. It was that much of a secret. Because you can't let people find out about a killer without a conscience. He … Continue reading 48 HOURS

Short fiction by Michael J Lawrence. What do you do when a robot refuses to follow orders?

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War Widow, a reading from my short fiction collection. A man visits the widow of a local war hero and discovers why she will never be able to forgive herself.

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She was a war widow. A war widow by the lake. It's the only place she would see him. It was the only place she would see anybody. The rest of the time, she shut herself up in her little house behind a door that opened so rarely the hinges never squeaked. The sun silhouetted … Continue reading WAR WIDOW

Marsha is looking out the plastic window of our habitat now. She's looking at that permanent fog infesting the outer wall of The Dome - that relentless barrier between us and the wastelands outside. "I can't stand it," she says. "I can't stand it. I can't stand it." The sand, over time, has ground away … Continue reading Marsha’s Last Stand