A Splashing Entrance!
The rain had finally given way to sunlight. Usually this meant there were rainbows to be found. But today was Paige’s 4th birthday and there was no time for…
Mockingbird
15 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2011, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
The Heat Wave with No End
It was hot outside. The kind of hot where refrigerator water feels like ice cubes sliding down to your stomach. So hot that you sometimes got a chill from your…
Being Fearless
“You can do this.” I tell myself, struggling to believe it. “You’re an adult now! You can do this.” Im a broken record. I clutch to my stuffed lion, ragged…
Being Fearless
“You can do this.” I tell myself, struggling to believe it. “You’re an adult now! You can do this.” Im a broken record. I clutch to my stuffed lion, ragged…
The Man of Few Faces
He was only strong enough to scatter few rocks as the bag settled. Cursing, he kicked them, clenched his fist and jaw, and stomped off to release the fifth…
The Man of a Thousand Faces
Underneath his naked feet, rocks angrily jabbed at the mans smooth, raw flesh causing a deep internal ach in each step he took along the beach. Halfway there…
The Unemployment Days
Its free. Laying in bed is free. So I lay here, letting the lazy, lavishly old fan slowly pull in the cool air from my open window,over my body, slightly…
The Five Steps (Part II)
My whole body is like a cave. Empty and full of nothing. This new lonely hurts so bad it feels like someone is squeezing my body in their hand until I ooze out…
The Five Steps
You loved my writting while you were here so now I write for you. I wanted to write about my sorrow but that seemed obvious and boring. I wanted to write about…
A Million Delicious Little Pieces
Honestly, we’ve all done it. Because our lives are so busy, so fast and we have so little time for patience, we multi-task, multi-carry, and multi-function. If…
4 O'Clock in the Morning
What happened? Nothing But ohhh It was something Because at 4 o’clock in the morning It was so much more than nothing Being awake at this hour Is not by…
A War Story with Grandpa Z (pt. 3)
“We’d heard stories. Stories of them two-sies riding in the steel beasts. And they did! They came in flocks like sea gulls to be caged up and swung around in…
A War Story with Grandpa Z (pt. 2)
“Well” he breathed, “like I was saying, all those damn flightless two-sies were walking around. It was disgusting. Those damn mammals are ugly as hell.”…
The Beginning of a War Story with Grandpa Z
“Tell us again grandpa! Tell us again!” they squealed eagerly. “Alright.” he said, sounding exhausted. “Just once more. Then time for bed” He gathered himself…
We Live to Create Memories
Someone once told me that we live to create memories. The whole plane ride over, that was all I could think about. My anxieties were visible as they sprawled…