Why Is It Always Me?
Why is it always me?, I think, reflecting on my earlier escapades. I always have had...strange luck, but this was just ridiculous. Certainly God must have a…
15 stories written on Ficly, 2010–2011, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Why is it always me?, I think, reflecting on my earlier escapades. I always have had...strange luck, but this was just ridiculous. Certainly God must have a…
When I first heard about, I wasn’t sure how to react. Instead, I simply blinked. “What?” The idea that I had, in some way, created, shaped, and formed…
I didn’t kill her. What I mean to say is, it wasn’t me who pushed my younger sister into the river to to meet a watery grave. In fact, I didn’t want her die at…
“Are you going to tell him?” Alexander looked up and saw John staring down at him from where he sat, a pensive look on his face. “I don’t know,” Alexander…
We stood there, he and I. We were alone, and silence filled the room. Neither of us wanted to speak first. After what seemed like eons, John spoke up first…
Eleanor thought her day would be normal, as it usually is, until one of her books started talking. The book in question started talking when she pulled the…
The city was ablaze. No one knew who started it, or why; it wasn’t of the greatest importance now. Saving the city was now; the petty criminals would have to…
Well, I’m lost. I knew I should have brought a map, but I overestimated my knowledge of the area and decided to go without one. Now I’m in the middle of…
I sat, waiting for when my time was called to be sentenced to death. My life was to end today, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was to be hanged…
I knew my life would be changed when I saw my parents in the sitting room, talking to a well-dressed stranger. The three of them were in a deep conversation…
James couldn’t sleep. This, however, certainly wasn’t new. Ever since Nathan’s passing, he had become a changed man. Emma and Charles had become accustomed to…
“Beatrice please, listen to me! It was just one time-” “Once is enough,” Beatrice cut in, sharpness in her voice. Alan started again. “It’s all just a great…
Nathan never ran so much in his life, even when he was a young boy. Of course, back then he didn’t have to run for his life, as he had to do so often now. What…
The first time his breath came short was when he saw her. She was wearing a simple dress, made of calico, and her hair was done up in the latest fashion. She…
It didn’t take long for it to happen. And Alan didn’t notice. “And he never will,” he said to me, staring at me with those sharp blue eyes. I tangled my hands…