The good old days
The cell was damp and crowded, the air full of the scent of decay and humanity too long in the cage, too long without care, too long without hope. It had been…
Andy Rayson
8 stories written on Ficly, 2011–2012, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
The new world
The jolt and shudder of the craft touching down woke him abruptly. The rubber on stone producing a small shriek of resistance to the arrival of the visitors…
Embarkation
He crossed the threshold onto the Tarmac, cold, dark and greasy in the damp early morning air. The hum of the engines spinning up promising adventure, new…
December 9th
In a small apartment in Leith the morning light split the smoke stained curtains and brought new promises of life and warmth to the room. Roy did not feel the…
The way down
The warm oranges and reds of the slowly setting sun did not offer him any heat or comfort, in fact he was colder now than before. His pace had slowed and each…
At the summit
His journey had taken him much of the day. “A day well spent” he muttered as he looked at the watch on his ancient hand. It was now well past three o’clock and…
The deluge
The world seemed more peaceful somehow, wrapped up in its deep blue blanket, whilst she poured another glass of wine. Today had been a tough day in bad week in…
December the 8th
He had passed the hordes of Christmas shoppers frantically dawdling on the city streets, minds now without thought, legs without purpose or direction. Why had…