ISOLATION
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The Ultimate Ficly Challenge!
This challenge will encompass everything about Ficly. Hopefully, through the course of this challenge you will make some new friends and help strengthen our little community. The rules: 1) Write an original Ficly as an entry to this challenge. There are no requirements here. It is wide open, so I expect to see a variety of styles and topics. 2) Prequel/sequel one of the main entries that is not your own. Some entries may end up with multiple prequels/sequels by different authors, and this is fine! 3) Rate and respond to every other entry in this challenge (including direct prequels/sequels). Include what you did/didn't like about the story and why you rated it the way you did. No "this was great" or "I didn't like this." You must give constructive criticism. Be polite. If you don't like someone's work, tell them what you think they can do to improve it. Be sure to come back to comment on new entries! You will be judged on the quality of your participation in all of these areas. Have fun!
Challengers
16 entriesBusted Hands and Red Paint
Joe had quick hands. Had. Running a brush across a piece of thick paper in slow, jerky lines, he gritted his teeth. Painting was good for him, part of his…
Two Deaths
Cathy stood on the edge of the cliff, staring into the void beyond. “The edge of the world,” she whispered to herself. There was nowhere else to go. She had…
What he was there for.
“Yes,” he told himself, and a thousand voices raged in his head. Some angry, some hostile, none supportive. “No,” he thought. It all went quiet. He cursed…
Sheets of Rain (Ultimate Challenge)
Trees. Dirt. White mist. Everything swirls around me with great gusts of wind and rain, making me lose my sense of direction. The sheets of water pound on my…
The Room from Hell
“Mr. Vince it’s medication time.” A nurse with a squeaky voice spoke. The door creaked open to a dark room; Nurse Marie flicked on the light. Only to see Mr…
Rafferty
Smoothing down his iconic velvet jacket – today in a dashing midnight blue – Mr Rafferty Pryce tipped the doorman as he entered Agency HQ, and collected his…
Nope.
I didn’t mean to start out making this a story. It was meant to be a contest.
Deal Gone Wrong
Something wasn’t right here. It felt different. Jeff walked up to the plain, gray door of the house he’d been forced to visit, far too many times. Three quick…
One Option
I look at the lifeless figure sprawled out on the floor, then back at the gun in my hand. Suddenly, I realize the magnitude of my previous actions. My heart is…
Encounters at a Beach
Grains of supple sand, caught in between my toes and spilled across my heel, seemed of an endless supply at Tourmaline Beach. I stretched my legs before me…
A Winter Sketch
The close was glass-icy. Deep troughs where tyres had skidded revealed a mirror glazing the gritty road. It was still – the rumbling of the city and motorway…
Whiteout
“...a doozy...enty-four to thirty-s...to four fe...inds of fifty-f...” The dying batteries in the radio released just enough information to let everyone in the…
I deserve love too!!!
As Dorothea looks at me, very non-committally, just like the previous three times that day, I cannot help but wonder if it will ever change. There’s obviously…
Don't Go Down To The Bottomless Lake Today
The gardens were beautiful at this time of year. The flowers were like a rainbow fallen to earth and the air was heavy with their scent. It took an army of…
Stairway to offramp twenty-seven.
The French have a phrase for it, and it’s this: l’esprit d’escalier, the spirit of the stair. Well, Joan is on the freeway when it hits her - _I should’ve told…