Catch The Moon
Here I sit in my small room I don’t need much space, just enough to keep me company. Four walls and a ceiling. And a floor. Why did they put the floor so close…
10 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2010, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Here I sit in my small room I don’t need much space, just enough to keep me company. Four walls and a ceiling. And a floor. Why did they put the floor so close…
The soles of my shoes slap rhythmically against the asphalt. My heartbeat pounds in my ears. Sweat drips into my eyes. I struggle for breath. Somewhere not far…
The swing doors parted and a man stood in silhouette. He waited. The music continued playing and not a single person payed him any mind. Except the bartender…
There’s a storm brewing just over the horizon. There’s the sound of thunder about to break. There’s electricity in the air. There’s nothing that can be done to…
“So that’s one extra large cheese pizza, hold the cheese, with extra bicycles? Would you like to try any of our extras? We’re having a sale on the tub of lard…
The sun keeps pouring through the window no matter how hard I will it to go away. The rain must have stopped sometime in the night. Do I smell waffles? Waffles…
What is going on here? You are reading something that may be a story. Something that must have been written. Mustn’t it? Who are we in this dance? Reader…
It’s the kind of day where you run out of toilet paper. The kind of day where you hear the phone ring while in the shower and pick it up half a second too…
Cold. Dark. Naked. What’s that smell? Death. These freezers aren’t really much fun from the inside. Trouble is, I can’t open the door myself. It’s like those…
“So I just write a story?” He turned away from the screen and looked at me. “That sounds pretty simple.” “It is. Write about anything you want.” I was hoping…