from the Ficly archive

White Marvin

13 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2011, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com

  1. N- Habit

    I can’t get my hands off his pimple. It is delightfully absurd to take joy of such pain from his stressful skin, however here I am laying bare on his round…

    Feb 19, 2011

  2. Storm Before The Calm

    The day her mother came back from Algeria to reconcile with Bob, her father, Carina was only 18 year-old. Bob wasn’t at home during the monsoon time when the…

    Feb 28, 2010

  3. Finally You've Found Me!

    I found out that certain things, like the sun rises in the east, were the comfort of every dispirited days of questioning my faith. Now they have been bungled…

    Feb 26, 2010

  4. Nothing Can Define

    Dandia is naked. She is a naked writer with a mouthful of snow. She scrawls each page in a tick of second while she travels without her pants down a linear…

    Oct 30, 2009 (3)

  5. Prime: Kim part

    poof! I SHRUNK. My ears ached. He called my name, “KIIIIIIIIEEEAAAM,” I oriented myself, but a rush of wind swept me off! I FLIPPED. My gut bled. I’ve just hit…

    Sep 11, 2009 sequel

  6. Tierce

    I lose nearly 800 times my normal weight. That’s what happen when you minimize to the size of raisin, you won’t like whatever you see in this condition.

    Sep 11, 2009 prequel

  7. Seconde

    TRRRIIIIIIIIIIING...! I shut my eyes tightly my eye lids almost folded in. I didn’t invite him in, I smelt his approaches in inch. “Get out of my WAY!” he…

    Sep 11, 2009 prequel

  8. Global Warming

    _____________________ Hot new weather-cooling technology. _____________________

    Jun 26, 2009 (2)

  9. Pain inside

    Militate, what a bruise’s breath washed away the aches in my barebones.

    Jun 26, 2009 (1)

  10. Dear Jic, Grant, and Ron,

    I wanted a tattoo. And it would describe: I am pissed off! The rest of my friends are getting jobs and acting as busy as I could possibly notice, and they got…

    Jun 14, 2009

  11. The Canines Story

    When I was busy thinking about my metabolically modified tameness, she stared at me from the kitchen table, fiercely. “Wha’?” My mouth was full of lettuce…

    Jun 14, 2009