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Better latte than never, but I am just eager. My first attempt could not be confirmed. My second attempt worked at first, but now I can’t log back in. I WANNA…
44 stories written on Ficly, 2012–2014, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Better latte than never, but I am just eager. My first attempt could not be confirmed. My second attempt worked at first, but now I can’t log back in. I WANNA…
Take care, everyone. I know I have been pretty inactive for quite a while, but I am still invested in ficly. I’m moving all the stuff I wrote at my three…
I’m looking up at the starry sky, exhausted after a long day of hiking. My sister is roasting marshmallows at the campfire. The wood burns with thick, black…
I’m at Acadia National Park in Maine. I’m seven years old, and this is Christopher Beach. It’s covered with little pebbles, all white, black, or grey, and my…
I write my memories in the *sand* By the seashore where I’m spending my last days The stories live forever in my mind Until the waves wash me away *Memory*…
I stare in *rapt* attention As the rapper raps out loud And I don’t yet have to mention That the rapper’s well endowed For he’s *rapped* for kings and princes…
My daughter, three, dances for me, to a *secret, graceful melody.* And she hums so sweetly, And moves her feet, To a secret, graceful melody. Oh, what tune can…
Tanka was *surprised.* His child had been visited by an angry fairy, just as in the old story, and had been given the gift of *evil.* Evil? Would this be…
You take my hand. You pull. I emerge. In time we see little reason not to hold one another. We look at the wall and we can see my former chamber. We cannot see…
You hear a scratching behind your wall. A quick succession of images come to mind: what can it be? Nobody ever has broken through the ramparts you’ve built to…
I’m elbow deep into the wall. I wish I hadn’t even started. I can hardly imagine getting all the way through. I’m exhausted. I’m scared. I might get stuck…
I examine this drill. I know how it works, in theory. I have never tried to use it, though. It is time to try. But what does it look like? My life, my mind…
We live in caves, you and I, dark and cramped and damp. They are where we live, but we never call them home. Drilled into the face of the cliff and opening…
I lie with *lazy* weariness and track the beetle’s course along the ceiling. It’s a winding path that to me makes but little sense. I can well understand its…
Dear Lucas: I find with some *satisfaction* that I have been successful in engineering a minor fiasco for the young man we discussed. Thought it was nothing…
The world of my true life is not a pleasing habitat. I wish I had never come here. My body may not escape from this prison, but my mind, I declare, is free. I…
I’m used to the dark, quiet caves, the silence of the insect teeming forest streams; I cherish the blackness. I cling to the vast mountains of quiet like a…
I was in a difficult *situation*. I had to choose between saving my new lottery income, or buying a thousand cars. Well, I knew it would *crush* my heart to…
I’m going to *attempt* to make this clear and simple for you; I know you’re not a scientist, and we can’t afford to have any confusion with this matter. We…
I’m Natty D. Phobia, glad you could be here. Please curl in your bean bag and listen to me. Here, look at this image--a satellite photo. Now what do you make…