Flyboys
22 minutes after it left, the rotillery came swooping back. “New guy, look out!” Rolo hit the deck just as the machine pulled up short and came to a stop…
Foolhearted
33 stories written on Ficly, 2010–2012, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Secret of a Hack
I am no ordinary pirate. My special set of skills have seen to place me in a rather elevated status among the men, and of untold utility to the captain. To say…
Graveyard shift at the Zoo
I only paused to wipe the sweat off my brow with my forearm. “You know, I just don’t sweat, never have, I can jog, do a heavy workout, even if it’s hot out…
Sibling Rivalry
I used to hate having my brother follow me around on the playground. He was only a year younger than I was, but even then, the two of us were so different. If…
Hero in his own mind
“This is it, this is what I have been waiting for.” Bobby exhaled long and hard and stared down the bay doors that separated him from glory. His palms were…
Judgement
It is with great disappointment that I find myself preparing this judgement. As part of this society that has founded itself on the principles of free writing…
Final Decision
----------------- One of us had to die. So it was her, then me.
Last Goodbye
“Goodbye” she said, as she turned and walked out the door, letting it shut softly behind her. This isn’t the first time we’ve fought, but it feels different…
Letting Go
“That’s the last of it, I spent some time going through my place. This box has everything else I had left. Pictures of us, movie ticket stubs, even that stupid…
Morning
Carole was wrapped in a bathrobe, finishing up a mocha along with the Sunday paper. The sun was shining brightly in the window, the landscape outside alive…
Human Factor
Reve sipped his coffee, quietly scanning the darkness ahead, as the engine carried on across barren wasteland. Just over 200kph and humming right along without…
Precious Cargo
Jeanne opened the door to be met by a man standing in front of a cart covered with a large tarp. “Jeanne, I know I’m late... is he here?” “He is, but how…
Second Wind
I am more than tired, but the need to wrap this up keeps me at my desk. I focus once again on breathing, closing my eyes to concentrate. A description jumps in…