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…
13 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2011, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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.
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…
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Militate, what a bruise’s breath washed away the aches in my barebones.
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…
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…