The tomb of my mind
Snow gently collects on the window sill of my room. The edges of the window are lined with twinkling red, green and blue lights. They remind me it’s Christmas…
Chad Wright
14 stories written on Ficly, 2010, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Talking it out
“Now,” I address the demon laying on the ground, “Can we talk this out like civilized creatures?” She continues to swear at me in long-forgotten languages. Her…
Never headbutt a demon
One chance. I ram my head into demon girl’s face. Pain jets from the impact point straight through my entire skull. Never headbutt a demon, my brain screams…
The nightmare of the real
A person’s first reaction on awakening from a blow to the head is usually to vomit. This fact occurs to me as the scrambled eggs and crisp bacon I had not an…
In my nightmares
In my nightmares I am pursued by an endless stream of dark things down an endless alley. The dank, musty walls seem to close in on me, threatening my very…
In love with London
I used to be in love with London. Certainly it possesses an outward beauty. In the intervening years since I arrived here, I’ve seen beneath that beauty. It…
Out of cigarettes
The silhouette of the girl moves quickly down the alley toward me. I can’t make out her features, except for the creepy yellow eyes. I hate those. She stops…
The rebar comes out
Graham slowly pulled himself toward the distant light under the door. He focused on it. That light could mean life. Suddenly the light expanded to encompass…
Hit a wall
He’d hit a wall. He was surprised at the amount of detective work that could be done by an average person. Usually it was just a simple matter of the proper…
Not a great year
2010 was supposed to be so different. Rubble continued to fall around Graham as the building groaned and settled. Dust filled the air, choking him and…
Copyright?
“But, sir, we can’t do something like that,” I told the CEO for the third time. “Why not?” “It’s illegal.” He rolled his eyes as if my concerns didn’t apply to…
Can they drive?
The red Chevrolet Camaro gleamed in the light of the sinking sun. Colton would have cried if his tear ducts still worked. He shambled toward the driver’s door…
Not again
“Why do they always go for the head?” Joe said as the painful buzzing continued in his brain. He looked down at the casts currently imprisoning his hands…
Dying in the crowd
The crowd surged around him as if it had a life of its own. As if it wasn’t a group of thousands of people but was one huge, pulsing life form. It pushed him…