The B Virus


The experts said the virus transferred from an animal and though it was contiguous, it was a mild bug that would soon go.

He knew differently but was sworn by the Secrets Act not to say anything. Bats were the contaminated animals but they hadn’t been captured from the wild. They had been born and lived in the lab to be the test subjects of a biological warfare drug.

It had been his project until the funding had fallen though. It was his task to destroy the bats but instead, short on money, he had sold them to a market vendor. He hadn’t given it much thought, the virus hadn’t worked and all the bats were fine.

He was slummed on the sofa, having fallen asleep in front the TV when the first reports came in. He awoke, stirred by the noise and saw that a new virus had been declared and the source seemed to be around a market area close to his town.

Perhaps, it was nothing? Just a coincidence. He went back to work; another month, another project, just enough money to get by on.

This thing will all blow over, he thought, the news likes to scare people and make it worse then it is.

But it didn’t go away. Day after day and months later, the virus had spread world wide. A pandemic was declared, people were dying and industry was at crawling speed. Streets and places like cinemas and shops were empty as people tried not to get ill. Everyday reports came in of rising confirmed cases.

He went to his bosses and told them he wanted to help make a vaccine. It seemed every scientists’ responsibility. It was agreed. He went to the archived biological warfare drug project, breed some new bats and got to work.


(Please note this is a fiction story and contains no true facts).


Postcard Story


Dear Ruby,

This is just a quick note to say that I and the crew had arrived safe in the Black Forest. We have all ready been out hunting mushrooms. I know I should be taking it easier but I couldn’t wait! This could be the scientific discovery that changes everything!

It’s all so exciting but everything must be kept secret. I can’t let my competitors know anything and so to make sure you stay safe, once again all my letters will be pretty plain. Please use the return address on this postcard to write back to me with.


Glacial #WeekendWritingPrompt


The ice was melting fast and Steven was trying to slow it down. As he trekked back to the scientific base, he spotted something rising up from the coast. Getting closer, he saw the remains of a city. Awed, he realised he had just discovered something for more important then stopping the melting.


(Inspired by; with thanks).



M .A. D #FridayFictioneers

The M .A. D Laboratories Complex ruled over the small island. Toxic smoke rose thickly to a bleak sky and everyday came sounds of explosions and blood curdling screams.

Dr. Lowbonic, returning from collecting new materials, breathed deeply the horrid air from the boat’s bow.

‘Almost home!’ he called, cheerfully.

Arriving, the Doctor left the unloading to the crew and hurried into the Laboratories reception area. The marble circle desk glittered in artificial light coming from the glass dome ceiling. The receptionist was typing away on an ancient computer.

‘Tell my assistants to prepare! I’ve found the key to bring back the dead!’ Lowbonic cried.

(Inspired by; with thanks).

Postcard #29

black-and-white, boat, mountains


My Dearest Darling,

It’s stormy weather again, I’m afraid. Seems every time I decide to come home it happens! Of course, this is the only communication I can find. God damn this island! I hope this note reaches you. I’ve sent my best bird with it. I would suggest waiting until it’s calm to send him back. My research into the new plants isn’t going well. The weather doesn’t help, but it seems the animals here have a liking for the flowers too!

To be honest I’m thinking of cutting this project short and returning to you. I miss you too much to be a part for any longer. Even in the name of Science! As soon as this storm clears up I shall return to you. Perhaps it’s about time I let this hobby go for it’s causing us nothing but trouble!

All the best, Your One And Only.

Just A Temporary Issue

A Neckerchief, Scarf, Material, Colorful, Clothing

Katy sighed as she stood before the mirror and questioned why she was even bothering. She could not see herself, just the clothes she had decided to wear. Which today were a pale blue blouse, silk scarf black, leather pencil skirt, coal tights and ankle boots. It was still a sight she had not got use to over the weeks.

Touching her face and wondering if there was anything on it, she debated trying to put on makeup. No one is going to see it anyway, she thought, but what if this suddenly wears off and I look like a clown?

Pulling a face, which of course she couldn’t see in the mirror, she turned and picked up her phone. There was no new messages. She tapped the buttons and sent a text to the scientist, Charlie, who’s fault this all was, reporting in that there had been no changes.

He was quick to reply that was good news, can u come by the lab at 3? He added.

Katy shrugged and replied back, Need a pick up not walking, driving or taking the bus again!    

The memories of those moments burst out and she almost broke down again. Never in her right mind would she wander around naked again, invisible or not!

Charlie replied back he would do and he’d see her later.

Katy carried her phone into the kitchen and placed it down. She made breakfast, but just before she sat down to eat, her phone rang again.


‘Are you still sick?’ a female voice asked into her ear.

Katy inwardly groaned at the sound of her boss’s voice.

‘Yes,’ she muttered.

‘I’ve not received your sick note still…’

‘Oh erm….I did email it to you. I’ve a copy, so I’ll try again,’ Katy replied.

‘And when do you think you’ll be coming back then?’ her boss pressed.

‘I don’t know…I’m still unable to move much… In fact I’m going back to the hospital today…’

‘Good. Let me know how that goes. Take care.’

The phone clicked and Katy put it down. Tossing it on the table, she ate and prayed that soon everything would go back to normal.

Just before three there came a knock on her front door. She peeped outside, saw it was the scientist and let him in.

‘I’m tried of being your lab rat. You need to find a way to fix this!’ She snapped.

Charlie  looked her up and down, though Katy knew he could just see her clothes, which appeared to be floating about by themselves. The mirror never lied to her about that situation!

‘I think I might have. That’s why we should leave. Everyone else gone out for a meeting. We should have enough time.’

‘I’ll just get my coat…’

Katy turned.

‘Actually, you should take your clothes off…it looks weird in the passenger seat and I don’t want any issues,’ he replied slowly.

Katy rounded on him, ‘this is all your fault!’ she waved her hands about, not that he could see it, but still. ‘And I don’t care what you want and don’t want! This needs to be fixed right now!’

She stamped her foot then grabbed her coat and bag.

The scientist opened his mouth, but Katy shoved him out of the house. Slamming the door, she marched the young man to his small red car and pushed him against it.

Growling, she said, ‘Don’t you dare speak any more. Just drive.’

Charlie nodded, slipped away from her and got into the driving seat. Katy got in next to him and put her seat belt on. For a second, he did think about arguing with her as they both saw the reflection of the clothes. Katy shook her head then tapped his hand.

He drove off and an almost an hour later pulled into the car park. Cutting the engine he turned to her.

‘You need to take your clothes off!’ he blurted, ‘someone will see on the cameras and how can we get passed everyone? Please, it’s just easier!’

Katy sighed and looked up at the huge towering glass building before them.

‘If I must.’

Smiling, Charlie got out and left her to undress. A few moments later, the car door opened and closed.

‘Come on. it’s cold,’ Katy spoke out.

They walked together, though it did appear as if the scientist was walking alone. He quickly got them through reception and security and into the belly of the building. Katy slumped into a chair in his little lab and listened to him rattling off questions, she now know by heart.

Finally, he pulled out a small bottle and placed it on the desk.

‘Drink this. I tested two rats with it a few days ago and the results were good. They came back visible and have been good so far,’ Charlie spoke.

Katy picked it up and unscrewed the lid. She put it to her lips and without voicing her sudden concerns, swallowed the liquid in one. It tasted sour and acidy at the same time. She pulled a face and gasped out loud a few times.

‘We should know soon…’ Charlie muttered.

‘Can I have some water? That stuff is bad!’ Katy wheezed out.

Charlie opened a bottom draw and pulled out a half bottle of water. He placed it on the edge of his desk and watched as it moved around.

‘How do you feel?’ he asked when she was done.

‘Better. But no different.’

He nodded and jotted that down on a pad of paper.

‘Can you see anything yet?’ she asked.

‘No, he replied, ‘wait….’

Katy felt her breath catching. She held it and froze.

‘Yes! look at your feet!’ Charlie cried.

Katy did and she could clearly see her toes.