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We sat silently, me with my wine balancing carefully between two fingers, his hands holding on to his beer for dear life. “Can I ask you a question.” I asked…
Lady Bug
55 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2011, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Bobby
Bobby doesn’t have a day job. He watches British car shows all afternoon. “They have to ride a second hand motorcycle across Vietnam. If it breaks down they…
Alone
I wake up in the morning to machines beeping … tubes winding in and around my body. Blood. Lot’s of it. Better call the nurse again. The smell is almost…
Underwear
He calls me one night and says What are you wearing And I switch on my light and say It’s almost five in the morning. Anyone in their right mind is in their…
Foolish
I never had to call and tell her I was on my way, or that I had reached the parking lot. I just walked up to the door and knocked, and she would answer. She…
I Still Don't Wanna Go To London
I guess I have to stop being so romantic with you. Why is that? Because I can’t have you fall in love with me. I need to see my woman more often and you never…
I don't want to go to London
He’d call at one, two, sometimes three in the morning, begging me to jump on a plane to London, Hong Kong, sometimes as close as California, all expenses paid…
After Midnight
Took her home one night after midnight. Told her I would take her anywhere. Told her I would take her anywhere, but I’d never love her. Told her I’d take her…
The Moment
One night she took off all her clothes and crawled into bed next to me and said Do you remember what life was like 24 hours ago? and I said, Let’s say that I…
Hope
Hope hung herself with a frayed boat rope from a tree that had lived 100 years on a Friday afternoon so that she wouldn’t have to worry about a Saturday night…
Regret
“I wish it never happened. Now my summer is ruined.” Xander said, as I carefully drew a portrait of Batman across the cast on his leg. “It’s not ruined, it…
Writers Block
Her professors had lied to her Her study group had lied to her “On Writing Well” had absolutely lied to her They said Writers Block could be overcome. That it…
Tobacco Road
You’re lying in your bed of demons And I’m sleeping in a sea of guilt This sheet of paper’s all I get to tell you How I’m breaking down those walls you built…
The River
They took a walk off the beaten path one Sunday afternoon, and he carved her name into a tree by the river. “We’ll come back someday and find it” he promised…
Paternal 2.0
“So I’ve been sober for five months” he finally said, after several moments of awkward silence and nervous sips of coffee. I stared at him blankly. The reason…
Paternal
It was the way he looked when I opened the door. That was the first thing that seemed off. He had filled out more, looked healthier. His eyes were almost…
What You Are
What am I to you? You’re a boy who plays games, breaks my heart Changes lanes, without looking On the highway, who only comes my way When you’ve been drinking…
Still Drunk
She kept her hands across her face for the majority of the ride. When we got to the house I carried her up the stairs, into the bathroom, and placed her…
Drunk
The road was deserted at four in the morning. The apartments loomed at the end of a long dark road, and I could see her car parked in front of one of the…
Oh Darling
Oh Darling I Like to call you when you’ve been drinking It’s when you tell me all the ways I’m beautiful. Oh Darling I like to hear you say life is so hard…