from the Ficly archive

Cally Beck

11 stories written on Ficly, 2011, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com

  1. Scarlet Ambrosia

    He was already bleeding. I didn’t have to kill him. There was nothing I could do to secure his release--not from a whole lair of vampires who all knew more…

    Feb 14, 2011 sequel (2)

  2. Wolves of Paris

    He wore a heavily pleated short doublet that marked him as a member of the nobility—or the rich merchant class, at least. But though the nearby poor were…

    Jan 21, 2011 (3)

  3. The Bite of Pain

    The moon illuminated my path through the graveyard as I walked behind the woman who had made me a vampire. We were both silent for much of the way, a fragile…

    Jan 16, 2011 sequel (4)

  4. The Other End

    A cold nose against my neck woke me. I tried to leap to my feet, terrified that some scavenger thought my cold body could be its dinner. Or breakfast, to judge…

    Jan 14, 2011 (1)

  5. The Man I Married

    “I didn’t choose this,” I whispered. Then, louder, as I worked up my nerve and convinced myself of what I was saying, “I didn’t leave a pathetic cop-out of a…

    Jan 13, 2011 sequel (2)

  6. Come Here Often?

    I awoke in darkness, with no idea of how much time had passed. Hazy memories served to give me an idea of where I was, along with the scents of cheap pine and…

    Jan 12, 2011 sequel (3)

  7. The Sword

    “We have need of your sword.” “It’s not for hire to the likes of you,” I said, my gravelly voice even lower than usual; a rattlesnake’s warning of its…

    Jan 10, 2011 sequel (2)

  8. Nascent Flames

    It hurt to see him like this. Bloodless. Cosmetics coated his skin, giving the illusion of life. His arms lay crossed over his chest, his eyes closed as if…

    Jan 9, 2011 (6)

  9. Protein Drink

    Sam nibbled coffee as he scanned the morning paper, savoring the pulpy feel of newsprint between his fingers. The technocrats kept insisting that newspapers…

    Jan 8, 2011 (1)

  10. Fetching the Doctor

    “You must go,” ordered Farmer Geonnes. “But Father! The forest...” The boy’s voice was fearful. The farmer snorted as derivisvely as he could, trying to…

    Jan 7, 2011 prequel (2)

  11. Progress

    Her muscles were tense, expression blank. She didn’t want to be there. “C’mon, Pam. You have to be able to do this.” Her movements were slow and reluctant, but…

    Jan 7, 2011 (1)