Down and Out [Version II]
“You...look like hell.” Despite the vulgarity the statement was said with all due affection, one corporate slave to another. Garrison looked up the series of…
Same title different story
1st step: Post a ficly, any ficly, one that you just wrote or one that you wrote five years ago in a fit of artistic inspiration and at the end of the title write, "Version 1" 2nd step: Look at the titles of the other entries in the challenge. Write a ficly with the same title as one of the other entries but a new take on the theme. (This means you need to read the other entries, not just pick a title) 3rd step: Before posting your entry write the number of the version you are on, "Version 2, Version 5, and so on". You are allowed to post multiple versions of the same title. In fact, extra credit to those who do :)
Challengers
11 entriesA Gothic Stroll [Version 3]
It was somehow fitting that there was not much by way of illumination in the Philology Department library. Not being able to see what you were doing while…
Between the Strings [Version 2]
@# If you’re reading this line, get some sleep. Or some Monster.@ Mentally he chuckled, the green-against-black of the text editor scrolling in fits and starts…
Down and Out [Version 1]
Chance. It is not something one likes to bring to mind. The Everyman would deign to believe it is not he who will be the one in a million on whose number the…
A Gothic Stroll [Version 2]
I remind myself it’s not even fifty yards. My mother’s mantra about everyone else being equally insecure bounces from one side of my brain to the other before…
A Gothic Stroll (Version 1)
Walking down the broken and cracked road, I couldn’t help but shiver at the biting cold wind blowing against me. The night was a moonless one, with not a…
Love is watching someone die (Version 3)
Her eyes were blurring Threatening to blind her from witnessing this She forced the tears away in order to see The baby’s ragged breaths were barely noticeable…
Between The Strings: Version I
The space between the strings was where the hidden notes lay. She could hear them vibrate as she moved up the neck and she tried to capture them in her mind…
Arabesque, Suggest, Acquiesce (Version 1)
Roderick took the quiet mumbles as permission to continue his self expression, which he did with gusto. His mother flopped down at the dining room table…
Love is watching someone die (Version 2)
The greatest gift I can give In this sterile white room Is the warmth of my presence And the knowledge that I will stay As your fingers lose their strength And…
Love is watching someone die (Version 1)
Cupid cackles without puckish mischief to lighten the pain of arrows aimed at naïve hearts lured from their cage of bone and blood relatives who would protect…