Baa Baa Politically Correct Sheep
Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? Don’t call me that, you racist fool. You can’t call me black; I’ve a colourly defect. Don’t you know you’ve got to be…
Adam Croft
12 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2010, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Blue
Blue the oceans, blue the sky, Blue is rich, you can’t deny. Blue’s your friend; is always there; Constant, faithful; blue means care. Blue is calm and crisp…
My Useful Drawer
Matches, latches, clothing patches, Keys, Swiss cheese and batteries. Old film rolls and Dead Sea Scrolls I would not be surprised to see. Burgers, girders…
Drifting
She felt her body lurch as she was lifted skyward; through the dense tree-lined roof of the forest, toward the shaft of light which shone through. She felt…
A short poem
The birds may sing, the horses neigh, And dogs may bark and yap. The sheep, they bleat and cats may purr Whilst sitting in your lap. And though we all…
The Green Man
The Green Man sits alone in full company, orifices spewing serpents’ arms and foliage tongues. Nobody knows his reason for being. Nobody knows from whence he…
Seventeen Small Candles
Seventeen small candles were all she saw. Teetering delicately on the solid wooden table, their cylindrical forms dared passers-by to play. Go on. Nudge me.…
Through The Fair
And he saw her as she walked through the fair; Her eyes glistening in the evening twilight. The stone-white veil skipping over the ground; A noble relic of a…
The Time Has Come
The terror and trepidation surged through Wendy’s veins like an erupting volcano. Every budding detective dreamed of their first serial killer case, but there…