Wayward Embraces
There’s black, there’s white, and everything in between. Dark thoughts and dirty desires sometimes seem so clean. The logic is flawless, maybe raw but rational…
36 stories written on Ficly, 2011–2013, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
There’s black, there’s white, and everything in between. Dark thoughts and dirty desires sometimes seem so clean. The logic is flawless, maybe raw but rational…
“Your two year exodus has finally concluded,” Miser states before the Prince disembarks. “and as fate has foretold, you seem to stand a triumphant man!” Fesir…
It was subtle but significant to anyone with undulled eyes. I’d come back to a land that had changed in my absence. Similar types of faces and places, familiar…
I stay cool cause I make moves in the dark, staying in a shadow you may as well think I’m shady... but don’t say it son. I’m so hot that when the sun…
Time and life are flying by. Through my window I catch sight of a woman lugging a massive sack of something over her shoulder yet it’s bigger than her body…
“You’re being given a glimpse,” the anonymous voice declared. Of what? “Of the return to the source.” it finished. _Where’s Clay? How come I can’t see…
Hesitant to extend my hand, but enveloped in a world of stabbing questions. I hardly noticed that I was developing tunnel vision. Everything around me seemed…
Immeasurably grateful for another revealing reunion with his childhood friends, Miser & Fesir, The Prince upon the very first sign of sun, set out to continue…
Despite rough waters, through which I have faltered, Still I wonder, if the journey has altered, Where once was my destination. Was this to be expected? A…
His last mad utterance urged me to think back in time, but I couldn’t believe what fell into place. “...but how---You can’t be...” I muttered. Taking a long…
Some things don’t change. New country, but same state: Just out of range. Could I be feeling fate? My love for understanding unfamiliar surroundings, keeps me…
Beer, liquor, and Red wine often provide a good time. Some nights wind up incomplete, while others are bittersweet. She’s got just what I’m looking for, far…
“You think unconditional love and most forms of respect elevate you.” Miser claimed about the Prince. “While the depths that lie within leave you feeling…
Assessing my moral clarity, I take a tour through the Odyssey, which unearths some memories of my Mom...and how I miss her much. My brother has gotten…
Some nights... I want to cut out my heart because it sounds so sad beating all by itself. One rhythm of two, echoing only loneliness, again. Then I start to…
Wanting what I’ve yet to have; Having given up what’s gotten me closest to it; Now, while trying to stay the course, the craving becomes unbearable. Hopelessly…
Time...If it were a river could you get to the head without letting it become the tail from another perspective? Is it possible to catch the future and prevent…
Savoring papercuts on still nights with slow-toned music and soft lights. Reading. Moments seem to stretch and shrink, as I work around my kitchen sink…
With so much out of reach here and abnormal back there, how can I blame the biting cold weather for my stale mood? From my frozen frame of mind, I force…
“How is it you seem to know so much more than the rest of us?” Something about his quizical behavior reminded me of and engaged my own childhood wonder. “It…