To Sleep, Perchance to Dream
She was running, running from her abusive stepfather, running towards freedom, spurred ever onward by the haunting melody of her own ragged breathing…
MissEncephalon
3 stories written on Ficly, 2010, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
A Living Death
Huddled in perpetual fetal position, she gazed listlessly out at her pitch-black surroundings. Somewhere deep within the lonely recesses of her tired mind, a…
Double-Edged Words
“What an idiot!” Wiping away tears of laughter, she eyed her best friend as he picked himself up from the floor, hair and clothes now an unspeakable disaster…