Dawn of the Iconoclast: Inquisitor (10)
Traian could not believe his eyes, nor his betraying hands, so recently fouled with the blood of his boyhood friend, as they gripped the hem of Sq’Aborm the…
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17 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2012, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Iconoclasts
Dean Al French was sweating. He was always sweating. Students called him the Wet Towel. But this was different. This was unhealthy, had to be. If he kept his…
War and Peace
She laughs again, and when she does it comes from somewhere deep within her, some recess of salvation he wishes he could touch. He loves that sound. It sends a…
Friends/Lovers
He chain-smoked his Camels while he waited in the church parking lot. She came out and she was tall and brown, like always, and her face was peppered with…
Hands
There was this old man on the corner. His hands were leather and his soul was air. He smoked Kools while he plucked a guitar with his stubby fingers and…
Templeton, Missouri
And then there was the time that Ephraim Tate cut Slow Jack Blessing’s throat. Right in the middle of town and everything. There’d been words exchanged, of…
A Hobo's Christmas
In the yuletide season of 1931, there was not a great deal to be merry about anywhere on God’s green earth (or God’s brown earth, as the case was in most of…
Borough
There had been a vote. Tony bitched and moaned about it, but deep down he understood the others in the band had a point. He was the one who’d given the kid…
Lie Down With Dogs
Cameron awoke to find John Wilkes Booth seated on his chest and licking his nostril, brown eyes dumbly staring into Cameron’s own grey ones. Wilkes was a dog…
Warden
Twenty-six feet and four inches above the head of the last dragon in line, behind eleven-inch fireproof, bulletproof glass, Felix Cel’Ruschk stood, arms…