from the Ficly archive

Jay

10 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2010, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com

  1. My mind's on other things

    “Please don’t tell anyone,” he said. I didn’t look him in the eye. Instead I stared at the tree. It was right over his shoulder. When I’m nervous I do that. At…

    Jul 21, 2010 (1)

  2. So hungry

    At the restaurant, we picked at our plates mechanically, glancing every once in awhile at the other’s meal, wondering who would give in and ask for a bite…

    Mar 29, 2010

  3. Late night

    Measuring my self-worth and value on whether a guy wants to fuck me. It’s what my mama always taught me, it’s what my daddy tried to do to me. You can’t take…

    Mar 28, 2010 sequel (1)

  4. Sometimes I can't think

    The dance beats don’t make any sense outside of my body. But they still make me shake, groan, twist my head and arms, to and fro. I wish I could record what’s…

    Mar 26, 2010

  5. Roadside dandelions

    When you said you’d take me on a date, I didn’t think you meant your room. No matter how beautiful you think your art is. When you said you’d give me flowers…

    Feb 19, 2010

  6. I died to make you feel guilty

    When she said goodbye last night, I didn’t know it was goodbye forever. I joked around like usual, turning my face away at the last second, letting her kiss me…

    Feb 19, 2010 (1)

  7. Liar

    He watched Jen as she danced with friends. When she stopped, she took a sip out of a clear liquid and leaned her head to listen to a friend, laughing. They…

    Feb 19, 2010 (1)

  8. First try's the worst

    The drink left a bitter aftertaste. She tried her best to compose her face in order to not give offense. “You don’t like it?” her friend asked. “No, no,” she…

    Jun 4, 2009 (2)

  9. Reinventing the hampadoodle

    She blew her nose noisily, then tried to take a deep breath. Nope, not yet. She grabbed another tissue. The cold still hadn’t run its course, and her…

    Jun 3, 2009 (3)

  10. Watching

    He watched the girls do cartwheels. Their hair flew and whipped around. They were all laughing. Even when the sprinklers came on. It was odd seeing normally…

    Jun 2, 2009 (1)