Time's up
Within a small cottage there lay an old lady. The weight of her years bore down upon her; you would not be able to recognize any semblance of who she once was…
When I read a Ficly, I am always searching for the twist, the drama, the stab in the back. I haven't been on here very much lately, and as I read recent entries, I think you've all gone soft! Torture your characters! I want to see things in the shadows. I want to face a nightmare. I want to see their hopes and dreams crumble. We cannot be heroes without something to overcome. This doesn't mean a happy ending can't happen, but that there must be a burden before you get there.
Within a small cottage there lay an old lady. The weight of her years bore down upon her; you would not be able to recognize any semblance of who she once was…
Schneider excelled in customer relations. he felt he manipulated it tactfully; leaving the customer believing they’d made the choice, all-the-while the choice…
Dorothy came to a gradual halt. The footsteps of her new friends had dwindled, so she placed her fingertips to her lips and spun about, waving a hand over her…
“Foarder, where are you?” Her plaintive inquiry was like the meowing of a lost kitten, emerging from the smoldering ruin that wreathed her words in smoke. Our…
Listen close, for I shall preach the somber tale of Koen Leach. Far north among the valley plains where breeze whispers through the grains, he and his people…