Waking Horror
She could still hear the screams. He’d railed at them, cursed them. His eyes - Lord above, his eyes. What fire had burned within them; what madness had…
NightMaiden
42 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2010, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Bastogne's Bastards
I can’t stop shaking. If there’s a hell in this world, it’s a place where the snow lies quietly and the mist moves along the ground in a fine cloud. Everyone…
Little Words
It’s quiet. He can hear the crunch of snow as his daughter stands on one foot and then the other. He notices her red hands, and wonders how long she’s been…
Little Things
She tells him about it in a quiet voice, eyes downcast. But she realizes that Papa’s listening, and that makes a bit of something unknown swell in her chest…
Little Actions
The light’s failing. She still keeps a lookout for a small, brown shape in the dunes of white. She remembers the feel of it between her palms, downy and warm…
Little Thoughts
The cold air bites at her fingers. It’s almost like Mrs. Richards’ little dog from down the lane, she thinks, because it hurts and nips at her hands and their…
Trickmaster
The haze clears. He remembers why he’s chained to this throne of cobwebs and starlight, why he’s grounded here, at the edge of midnight. Hunger rips at him…
Without
At first it’s just a flicker. She blinks to make sure she saw correctly, but her mouth is there in the mirror and she gives herself a preparatory smile. It…
Mute
Most things begin at the beginning. I cannot start there, for our beginning has no survivors. However, I can tell you what the world was like when I was…
Scream
There hadn’t been any warning. Her demons would come out at night, when her eyes were large and liquid and her face was a mask of fear. “I don’t,” she had…
The Lymond Chronicles in Ten Words
Francis Crawford - Lymond - is back. Poor Scotland. Poor Philippa. (If you haven’t read these books (and you love the Renaissance), you totally should! :D)
And I Saw the Ocean
I drowned on August fifteenth of the year 2006. The sun glinted off of the pellucid water; it created a web of turquoise and white around me, struck me dumb…
The Little Red House
Her glasses are tossed into the pile. Belatedly, a small hand slips into hers, frigid and grimy; and she grips it. They are going together.
Chain of Order
Yesterday, Nina was taken to the port. She cried too much for my liking - it made me want to cry, too. She made us sweets and left them on the counter with a…
She Is
She’s got what I like to call ‘Lady Guinevere’ hair. It’s beautifully long and streaked with gold. She flatly refuses that it looks blonde. No one can ever…
Green & Dance
“Come on! You simply can’t refuse this, can you?” Her eyes flickered to the torrential rain, and her mouth tightened into a small line. “I can.” He knelt…
Before & After
Everyday, the Book lost and gained pages. Every hour, the Book became thinner, and then turned grossly fat, and then shed its excess pages, continuing in a…
Self Pity
Her mother worked in a hospital. Her father ran the hospital. “Nurse Kirk’s daughter,” or “Dr. Kirk’s daughter” was all they said. It was never her name. It…
Borrowed Time
She remembered the feeling of nauseous weightlessness as clearly as she recalled her non-existent measurement. Ice had clambered down her spine as she looked…
Madame Shrew (Translation)
“Xenia! Xenia! Wake up, my girl - we don’t have much time!” The day hasn’t even started yet and mom has sent Eleftheria to to get me out of my bed. Even from…