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95 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2013, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
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“First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin, then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the…
“Interlink ready, Sir” announced Comm, just as the tiny green speck of light on Harking’s console blinked on. “Hyperprotocol 773 Alpha” a barely audible beep…
in the cemetery Fatigue and greed cherry blossoms -------------------
in coemeterio Fatigatio, et avaritiam, cerasus flores -------------------
Vuonna hautausmaalla Uupumus ja ahneus kirsikankukkia ---------------
En la tombejo de Letargio kaj avido de ĉerizfloroj --------------------
Auf dem Friedhof von Lethargie und Gier von Kirschbaum Blüten
in the graveyard of lethargy and avarice a cherry tree blooms
in the graveyard of lethargy and avarice a cherry tree blooms
Scared and out of breath Dr. Richard Benson - as it turned out, a fifth cousin of the trillionaire of the same name - tried to enter the small, inconspicuous…
You can’t keep this I said as I handed you my heart Yours seemed to fit so perfectly You can’t keep this I repeated as you looked up and tried to hold on to it…
\\Mecha 2398 personal log\\ Stardate four three five six one.oh-who-the-barck-cares. Life on board the USS Erudite is so barcking boring. Lights blink on in…
“There are only two other factions with the technology to plant an array this far out.” Harking mused. “Who do you think, sir? The Detached or the…
A man, convinced, this always says: The world seems different than it is His challenger denial screams: The world is different than it seems
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Dear President We are the department of the Asian Recreation Authority Service LLC in China. I have been given the mandate to confirm your Recreations Status…
Slowly the cat licks my toes and purrs contentedly. Innocent eyes stare lovingly into mine. A salty odour wafts up. Where are my angelfish?
6:13 Sunday morning: the girls are up and in their usual rough manner are shaking me awake. Lazily I open one eye. Mo-om, we are hungry and thirsty. I hear him…
Orwell said “it isn’t easy”. Make big brother watch a character with just just 10 or 24 ideas. Isn’t betrayal bitter-sweet?