Up Syndrome
“My dad calls it Down syndrome, but I think it should be called Up syndrome.” “Mm-hmm. Are you going to pay for that?” She looked down at the bag of chocolates…
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90 stories written on Ficly, 2010–2013, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Down the Rabbit Hole
The rabbits, they whispered to me. playwithus. I would reach my chubby six year old fingers out to touch their long ears, their puffs of tail, their long…
Liar
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned… Well, I cheated. On the final exam. My teacher accused me. I lied. Oh, and I spread this rumor about this freshman girl…
Frozen
She worked her way methodically through the whole box of ice pops, in precise rainbow order. Sucking all the sickly sweet juice until just a streak of white…
Breaking Point
When I think of my little sister, I think of that song. I think, you’re fine, you really blow my mind, hey Juliet. Funny that it’s that I think of rather…
Breakable
He wants to be that someone. As if he even knows what that means. Where to begin. Where to end. When I jumped into the empty pool, somehow, I thought I would…
Room Temperature
I am hot, and then cold. My body melts and freezes at a rate I didn’t know was possible. The water dripping from my hair down my back at once scalds and makes…
Stories Without Endings
I want to paint you pictures with my words. I want the colors to fit together like puzzle pieces, so that only you and I can see them. On the white canvas of…
You Wouldn't Hear Me Anyway
I stare at my feet as though my Converse high-tops are currently the most exciting thing in the world, twirling a strand of hair around my finger. The…
Would You Hold My Hand if I Saw You in Heaven?
I want to take this moment and freeze-frame it. I want to have it in an album, to look back on, to see how happy I once was. I want to display it on a shelf…
Miss Someday, Gypsy Girl
The young girl, who had seen no more than eighteen winters, walked into the ring with her head held high. Dark hair trailed down her back, but wind had whipped…
The Girl Who Wore the Sea
Once upon a time, there was a girl who wore the sea. Not just that she was in it, or of it, but she wore it, wrapped around her, trailing at her ankles…
Ocean Sky
My quilt isn’t on my bed. No wait, it is. It’s the other bed that’s been stripped; not only is the quilt not on it, neither are the sheets, the pillows, or the…
Always Somewhere Else
“Cassie, sugar. Cassandra!” Groggily, she rubs the sleep from her eyes, and rolls over. “Mmm.” “Cassandra. Darlin’. Hon, you gotta get up.” First the face…
Trailer Trash
For the first time, her double-wide looks like home. The clothes scattered on the floor. The jumble of books next to the bed. The pan of mac and cheese still…
Faded Blue
Mainly, the thing was that I didn’t know how to answer his question. So I was glad he cut me off before I was finished. Or I might have said something I…
Pool (No Water)
If the sky were the sea, I would drown. But I don’t tell him that. I don’t tell him that I can’t swim. It seems trivial somehow, in this moment, because he’s…
Chances
She sits, squeezed as tightly as she can be between the jagged rocks, back turned to the ocean. She can’t bear to look at it. It’s too big, to0 powerful. Too…
Ophelia
“What do you mean, she didn’t float?” We sit back to back on the trampoline, heads tilted upwards, but not so much so that we had to look at each other…
Other People's Angels
There were no flowers in her neighbor’s garden. Just the cool, damp, sweet smelling dirt. Behind the worn-down shed, buried under forgotten shovels and…