Another Long Goodbye
God, it feels like mourning. Like we are all lamenting a new lost love, the death of a King, the decimation of our homeworld. I’ve been here so long now. Seen…
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14 stories written on Ficly, 2014, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Diary -- 12/07/1993 -- The night before my 21st birthday
I think I cried a week’s worth of tears when I heard you’d been thrown from your bike as I waited for you at a small station in Bristol. I cried for the…
Goals
I want to find my place in life. ’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
Numb
So I’ve been sitting on the computer for six hours now, streaming Full Metal Jousting and crying into a bowl of Malibu with cranberry juice. I’ve started six…
Money
He works hard. His house is filled with art. Diamonds spill from his pretty wife’s jewelry box. His children’s beds are coated in a thick layer of stuffed…
That Feeling You Get When You Hear A Song And It All Clicks
I’ve put your mem’ry with this song Through vibrations in the air In hopes that you could still live on I can pretend you’re standing there Before your…
Rhymes and Reasons
“Tatter, tatter, now’t of matter!” the young boy chirped as he skipped across the cobblestone. The bright sun scattered off their surfaces, half-blinding him…
Message to an Old Friend
Dear Michael, I hope this finds you well. It’s been too long since I laid eyes on you last, and the leaves have long since turned red and scattered themselves…
My Tree
When I was younger, we lived in that tree. Mother would bring snacks and treats and bring us back to the nest when we fell for fear of flying. Tick and Giggle…
The Garden (4)
Why, you ask, when the water settles on the walls, And mould springs up either way. The little buggers will only reappear On the shower curtain Or along the…
The Garden (3)
The garden, That I can see from our bedroom As I fold your once freshly cleaned laundry, That sat in the machine for three days, Is starting to spill over. The…
The Garden (2)
The garden, That I can see from the downstairs bathroom, As I scrub the toilet down Even though it’s your turn on the rota, Is starting to spill over. The…
The Garden (1)
The garden, That I can see from the kitchen window, As I clean the plates That I asked you to wash up this morning, Is starting to spill over. The grass, That…
Let's
Let’s get messy; Let’s run around In places we’ve never experienced before; Let’s spend the whole day under the Sun And the night in a tree. Let’s get wet…