Burrst is a site for sharing short pieces of fiction - 'bursts' of 1,250 words or less (both written & spoken).

Look. Don't blame me. I told my boss and he told his boss, and his boss told his boss.

All I said was: is that pile of sand shrinking? We were just taking a breather—it's hard work with the jackhammer, trying not to hit Edinburgh's precious tram lines. All the while you can feel the eyes of the Princes Street shoppers...

We were gods. For a time.

Now we are like lambs for the slaughter.

One of our test subjects has gone missing. We counted and recounted but one of them has escaped. We know their behaviour in more detail than we know our own, which is a blessing and a curse. If we reflected too much on our actions we – anyone...