a farewell
This will be the last thing I post here. Though I was not an active member for long, and I didn’t know many of you, I will still miss this place. I enjoyed…
The Night Angel
16 stories written on Ficly, 2012–2014, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
The Defenders of Ravenwood
Here in Ravenwood, we are surrounded by monsters. There are the typical ones you don’t see, either because you choose not to or because you are too high status…
The Choice
He told her he was lonely the other day. Said that he loved her, and missed her when she was away. She says she’s lonely too. She doesn’t say why. He walks to…
Garden of Eden
She wandered through the bushes, searching for him. She loves him, because that is what she is told to do. In this new existence, she must always do as she’s…
The Rise of Death
I have spent eons liberating souls from the mortal coil, carrying their posthumous forms from one life to the other. I have never received any thanks for the…
The rise of Shadow
I don’t remember the last time I was happy. I used to be a normal kid, until the day the borealis flared. The Northern Lights is what they used to be called…
The Long War
I walk through these trees, brown and dry with decay, remembering days past. I once walked through these very woods as a child, before that fateful day…
Silence will fall
The darkness was closing in, pressing on me from every corner. I could feel a chill running down my spine. I was all alone. “Beware the shadows” a faint…
Jack's Corner
Jack sat in HIS corner, yes, HIS corner, quietly muttering to himself. “I’m a good boy... I’m a good boy... I’m a good boy...” There was a noise at the door…
An Apple a Day
Red and yellow. These are the colors that define my fate. These are the colors that I live or die by, The colors of choice. Round and juicy. This is the…
Life! Death? Machine.
The fires settled, dancing like witches around a bonfire. Karen stared around her, the city utterly destroyed, bodies scattered like broken twigs. Her eyes…
The Discovery in the Graveyard
The trees and tombstones were a blur. The wind was rushing through their hair, blowing Megan’s curly locks askew. She reached the gate first. It was locked…
The Graveyard
“Erik, let’s get out of here, it’s getting dark.” Megan said, brushing a strand of her dark mahogany hair out of her face. Erik laughed, draping his camera…