Florence in the Rain
Worn, wet stones on which Michelangelo once walked Are now our dance floor.
Faircloth Kirk
23 stories written on Ficly, 2012–2013, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
A Steel Swiss Watch: Of Frank Sinatra
Bainbridge strutted down the alley, a devilish smile creasing his worn face. It was a face that life had marred and twisted into a mask of hate and disgust…
A Silver Swiss Watch: Precious Metals
Teller peered into the room through the skinny, vertical window in the door. Ross was calm, but Teller could see that he was getting confused. And nervous. Bad…
Ten Thousand Years Later
The sand crumbled beneath the brush as the archaeologist gently moved it back and forth, his face set in an intense grimace. _This could be it. The find of my…
A Steel Swiss Watch: Bainbridge and Bloom
Priscilla Bloom’s eyes fluttered open. She looked up into Mr. Bainbridge’s flinty gray eyes in surprise. “What the hell are you doing here?” Bainbridge smiled…
Contemplating Nietzsche
The revolver held six bullets, but he only had three. He rolled them around in his hand, watching the moonlight reflect off their brass casings--trying not to…
A Golden Swiss Watch: Ubi Semitas Scindendum
Ross checked the woman’s vital signs. Mr. Fermi stood close by, fidgeting nervously. His collar was already soaked through with sweat. _You must take this…
We Were the Victims of Ourselves
When your only friends are hotel rooms, it’s hard to be the better man. You said that you could but you don’t understand I told you from the start I’m only…
A Silver Swiss Watch: Mr. Teller
Mr. Teller calmly placed the receiver back on its hook. Stepped out of the phone booth. Lit a cigarette. He checked his silver watch. A deep scratch had been…
the Castles we were going to build
the Castles we were going to build how They sparkled in the noonday sun of our dreams the Castles we were going to build would have scratched the skin of…
A Swiss Watch: Fracture
Kyle Ross was in no hurry as he strolled down the cobblestone street, drinking in the fresh Alpine air. That song by Don McLean had been stuck in his head all…
Dawn of the Iconoclast: A Fearsome Dichotomy (5)
The long, nimble finger traced the path of the stream through the forest, a finger attached to a hand that was as deadly as any weapon a blacksmith could…
DotI: The Spiderweb Tattoo (2)
Darkness smothered the forest like a heavy, damp pillow as Traian surgically picked his way through the underbrush. The wind was growing stronger, making the…
Dawn of the Iconoclast: A Fearsome Dichotomy
The long, nimble finger traced the path of the stream through the forest, a finger attached to a hand that was as deadly as any weapon a blacksmith could…
Dawn of the Iconoclast: The Spiderweb Tattoo
Darkness smothered the forest like a heavy, damp pillow as Traian surgically picked his way through the underbrush. The wind was growing stronger, making the…
A Swiss Watch
90 seconds. Breucker watched the silver second hand slide across the white face of his elegant watch. 89. 88. From a tiny cafe perched atop the Manor…
Scriptorium, Pt. 6
Valentine sliced through the last bit of vegetation and stepped forward into the clearing. He froze. The machete slipped from his hands. Beside him, Wellington…
Scriptorium, Pt. 5
They continued to pick their way through the jungle, gradually moving farther and farther away from the blistering gunfire. Valentine stopped, motioned for…
Scriptorium, Pt 4
Valentine collapsed against the trunk of a mammoth tree and guzzled the last few mouthfuls of his canteen. Bark exploded in his face as bullets peppered the…
Scriptorium, Pt. 3
Diana eyed Valentine as he flipped through the folder. “One of our search teams sent out an encrypted message saying they might have found something. And that…