Language of Communication
This is the language that I was taught ___ This be the language I’ve known My speech has been bent by rules and disguised by grammar ___ _My voice rasps…
Scrawler's Secret
10 stories written on Ficly, 2012–2014, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
First Chime
The stroke after midnight; the first light appears over the top of the hill. Its soft yellow glow bobs gently left and right in the hand of the priest as he…
Developing History
“For centuries, the documentation of history was left to unreliable machines and worse: The human memory.” The guide gestured to a glass case of microphones…
Runaways
A storm of pots and pans crashed around me. “Shoot Bobbi, be careful what you-er doin’ .” I slowly brought down my arms once I was convinced that nothing else…
Crumbling
I stood at a dead end, a dead end that was also my destination. Ten feet forward, a crumbling wall stood across the path. The height of it extended out of…
An Ad for Adventure
Travel alone, or with friends? Either way will be an adventure. You’ve already figured the how. You’re going to get on the bus going anywhere and follow to…
At the Prix
I craned my neck as far as I physically could. I looked hard into the distance through the puddle of mirage to see far down to the corner. As soon as I tuned…
Cliff's Edge
The gusting wind threw the heavy tavern door open into the flickering firelight. In the wake of the concussive bang as door met wall the dreary tavern fell…
Jarred
The bug, trapped in a jar, flies buzzing loudly as it bounces off the glass. Though its effort is erratic, frantic, its effort’s awarded with only a faint…
Repayment
A bed of Shimeji mushrooms was a perfect place to rest at the end of the day. The tops rolled like clouds across the ground, a nap here could melt anybody’s…