A New Project
He shuffled up the gravel path, hoping she would turn around when she heard his approach. All that accomplished was the scuffing of his boots, so he stopped a…
Chrys W
11 stories written on Ficly, 2010–2012, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Make It So
Running On Full / Fireflies / Thrift Store of the Future / Fake Brass Bowl / Blue Lights at Night / Noisy Neighbors / Just a Photograph / Odd Musical…
Monday Morning
The pounding on his door had become more insistent. He rolled over with a groan. If I ignore them, maybe they’ll just go away… After five minutes, he gave…
Where, or when?
He stood at the doorway, anxiously patting down his pockets while looking with wide eyes at the ground around him. “I can’t find the keys.” A somewhat bored…
Weight
She felt a shift, allowed her head to sink back, and heard the tiara fall with a metallic tinkle. And smiled, for the weight was gone.
Not There (Repost)
“You can’t see me, can you?” She could hear the quotations around his remark, see the grin on his face and the fact that he was handcuffed behind the chair…
Why? Because...
.. some nights there’s no time to write a novel... ...or short story... ...but you must write about zombie cats somewhere...
Not There
“You can’t see me, can you?” She could hear the quotations around his remark, see the grin on his face and the fact that he was handcuffed behind the chair…
Forgotten
The house was secure. The front and rear doors were barricaded inside and out. Plywood covered the windows inside. I was stacking up the remaining materials…
After All This Time
She tried to catch his eye, to give him at least a brief smile as she approached. But he found something much more interesting to look at behind her, and…
Between Points
Not here, and not yet there. (and any other time, I would be way over the character rule...)