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The Melancholy Robot and the Little Girl

The Melancholy Robot is a collection of flash fiction stories about a robot who wishes he were human. It focuses on its daily life and small experiences. I’ve asked different artists to do renditions of the stories; a different artist creates art every day inspired by the story. It’s been a fun experiment so far, I hope you enjoy!

The robot stood in the park watching a dog defecate on the grass. A little girl approached the metallic man.
“Hi.” It looked down into her impossibly blue eyes. “What’s your name?”
The robot turned its attention back to the dog.
“I have no name.”
“Everybody has a name.”
“Not me.”
“That’s sad.” The little girl skipped away and the robot watched as she stepped in the fresh shit.

Artwork by the lovely and talented Kate Hiscock. Click the image for her blog or click here.

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The Boy With No Happy Ending

Artwork by Kate Hiscock of Slightly Me

He watches them embrace from across the street, right under the little orange hand that warns him it was not safe to cross. It glows, mocking him, forcing him to keep his distance.

He wants what they have. But he know his role in life, he knows where this all ends up.

He is the boy with no happy ending. If his past has taught him anything, it is this. And he accepts it.

He has this power over people, they find him so interesting, so quirky, so rare.

And yet he will never find love. And he accepts this.

The couple across the street, coming in and out of view as cars rushed by blurring his view of them, move as if under a strobe light.

Flash. They are kissing.

Flash. She pulls away.

Flash. He smiles.

Flash. She smiles.

Flash. They kiss again.

He watches, trying not to, attempting to look away before they notice how he stares at their obvious and understood love for each other. Everyone witnessing this moment can see their devotion. It is clear.

He wants a beautiful person to kiss on a corner, a sad goodbye even though they both know they will be in each other’s arms again later that night.

He will never meet that girl. And he accepts this.

More cars.

Flash. He gently strokes the tattoo on her arm.

Flash. She brushes a tuft of his dyed blonde hair away from his face.

Flash. He does the same to her and laughs.

Flash. She lets out a flirtatious giggle.

Flash. They are kissing again.

A bus passes and The Boy With No Happy Ending notices a woman on it with messy hair and an oversized gray sweater on. She is staring out of the window with a distant, melancholy look, and he knows how she feels.

As the bus pulls away, leaving a dark cloud of pollution behind it, he sees that the couple is no longer embracing on the corner. The girl is walking away, the guy is walking towards his side of the street.

The orange hand disappears, and the little white man appears, telling the boy it’s now safe to cross.