from the Ficly archive

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13 stories written on Ficly, 2011, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com

  1. Killer Instincts.

    The cat meowed repeatedly, over and over again. It was cute, but only at first. Its eyes were dilated, its expression frantic. “What do you want?!” I asked…

    Nov 23, 2011

  2. I Have Something to Say

    I have something to say. How can I say it? Something has a hold of my words and I really just can’t shake it. Something thick and putrid that tastes like fear…

    Nov 23, 2011 (4)

  3. How It Feels to Kill

    The girl’s small voice asked, “What does it feel like to kill?” The man flashed her a smile, all white teeth. They reminded her of a predator. The flashy grin…

    Nov 20, 2011 (1)

  4. Powder

    I lick the tip of my finger and dip it in the pile of white powder. Rubbing it along my swollen gums, I sigh. Relief. I’m soaring, but not like a bird. I’m…

    Nov 20, 2011 (2)

  5. Satan

    Satan came to me in a dream. How I knew it was Satan, I am not sure. I can only tell you that it was magnificent. The stranger I loved more than anything…

    Nov 20, 2011

  6. Inconsistent Ramblings.

    Scribbled words line all the pages. I feel like everything I write is ugly and maybe it is. Ugly words from an ugly soul. And yet I still wrapped them up for…

    Nov 17, 2011

  7. An Untitled Poem

    Drowning in your eyes Warm puddles of green. The water looked so inviting but now I’m drowning in you. To silence my choking cries Merely close your emerald…

    Nov 17, 2011

  8. Guilty Suicide

    The words shone on the computer screen. A message to my blog, from an anonymous girl. Her name I did not know. I only knew her suffering. “Tonight I’m going to…

    Nov 16, 2011 (2)

  9. Bathory

    A castle. Deep, dark, grim. A countess, failing complexion and sadistic art Less than perfect skin; hideous and short of vitality Báthory dreamed of acquired…

    Nov 12, 2011

  10. Hospice.

    Every convulsion shakes my core and now the only thing I can hear is your voice telling me we’re bound to a hospice. You wanted to show me that my self-pity…

    Nov 12, 2011

  11. Words.

    I need you weak. I need you vulnerable. If I could make you fall in love with only my words I’d write forever. Let each word drip from your lips. If my words…

    Nov 12, 2011