There within
I look to the child held in her mother’s arms, awash in the surfeit of love so vast there is no moment without laughter, no moment of lack or want. She is…
43 stories written on Ficly, 2009, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
I look to the child held in her mother’s arms, awash in the surfeit of love so vast there is no moment without laughter, no moment of lack or want. She is…
‘Say what you like about serial monogamy,’ declared Annette, ‘I value the process of elimination. I’ve learned what I want and what I won’t stand for. And…
Her endless skirt swirled in silvery tides and currents. Far below, at her immense hems, they sat, swarming and intent, like worker bees or ants. Stitching…
Yes but. Yes but your spelling sucked. Yes but you need to learn about paragraphs. Yes but I wanted just a little bit more to make it excellent. Yes nearly.
A few weeks ago I read a story that actually haunted me for days. I still click on the author’s profile frequently to see whether she’s written anything else…
Noooooooo! KILLER ....... MONSTER ....... PLAGUE! At least I have my dog.
Lost sledge drives print tycoon to fame, fortune and dissatisfaction.
“What do you mean, she moved the furniture?” asked Dave. “She moved things. Around. Chairs, sofa - furniture,” said Egbert. “You took home a woman that moved…
Patrick Bateman cleanses, moisturises, tones, rapes, kills, hallucinates et cetera.
“Rose?” “Jack!” “Rose...” “Jack...” “Rose!!!” “Jack!” “ROOOOOOOOSSSSSSE!!!” “JACKKKKK!!!” “Ro - o-o-o-se....” (sinks)
Dude’s rug gets stolen. Jesus bowls. Donnie dies. Dude abides.
By the age of 5, Phyllis could understand the conversations of insects. Phyllis’ unusual talent brought with it a degree of solitude, which further fuelled her…
Egbert couldn’t see why Dave had insisted he needed a different place for the second date. But, thankfully, the Snout and Whisker looked almost identical to…
“The first date, and you think – she might be The One?” Dave said slowly. “Yep,” said Egbert, picking up a potato wedge and dipping it momentously into the…
On the day he left I walked the streets I lost my shoes, my feet were bare You took my hand and led me home You found my clothes and combed my hair You took me…
in this strange unwalled room i did not see your face and if I saw your hands tomorrow i would not recognise their shape in this room in no country this room…
“Don’t worry, you’ll meet someone. You won’t be a single mum forever,” she says, sympathy piped into her voice like the rosettes on the Smurf-blue cake. We’re…
Where is my shadow? He wondered in sudden panic, Awake and alone No sun cast an answer so Forty-Two went back to sleep.
With bubbling noise the plains of Pan awoke As butt’ry whiffs arose upon the smoke. The legions rose, awakened by the sound, And thund’rous in their hunger…
Is your death metal starting to feel a bit lite? Has your existential angst turned from bespoke heavy-duty personal baggage to pint-sized Prada cocktail purse…