My own holiday.
The clouds were the dark grey of fresh charcoal. A fine mist filled the air and dampened every outdoor surface. People wore dark, hooded jackets and looked at…
Centipede Damascus
10 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2010, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
The moon is a warning.
He had known better than to go riding under the full moon. His wife had tried to stop him, but he had not listened. The new boots were due the next day, and he…
The long road.
Two men rode on one wagon. One mule pulled it. Behind them, black smoke rose in the air in clouds that made the day into a dim half-night. The man who held the…
He wasn't there.
I heard him, and then I saw him. A black blur across the yard, and he was gone. That fence never did provide much of an obstacle when he really wanted to go…
Steel jaws on pink flesh.
The gladiators wheeled their massive reptilian steeds about to face each other and raised their lances in mutual salutes. It was fitting, in this ancient…
The last place you'd expect.
They never expected to find him here. The museum had seemed like a good place to barricade themselves, with its thick concrete walls and impenetrable vaults…
The last, best show.
The van ran out of gas about a mile from town and they couldn’t spare the fuel to fill it up again. Wearily, they unpacked their luggage and started walking…
Ain't it grand?
Ain’t it grand, she said, admiring the fine, smooth synthetic skin. Ain’t it fine, she grinned, showing off the perfectly coiffured silicon hair. Its voice was…
Once I saw a face, part two.
Their new neighbors, Fred and Lacey had taken some time out of their busy retirement to help out a bit with clearing out the debris. In Lacey’s case, “helping”…
Once I saw a face
The smell hung in the air like an overweight trapeze artist, refusing to go away. As Carl scrubbed the floor, he reflected that the worst part of being on a…