My mind's on other things
“Please don’t tell anyone,” he said. I didn’t look him in the eye. Instead I stared at the tree. It was right over his shoulder. When I’m nervous I do that. At…
So I haven't been around Ficly in forever, here's a challenge to see if y'all still love me. Write a story about a *Suicidal Person* or someone trying to *Reason with a Suicidal Person*. Rules: -It has to be *Serious* -It has to _provoke emotion_ -And it should *preferably* be in first person Good Luck! -Lone Writer
“Please don’t tell anyone,” he said. I didn’t look him in the eye. Instead I stared at the tree. It was right over his shoulder. When I’m nervous I do that. At…
“Well, I suppose I’d better get home and see what trouble those boys have gotten themselves into!” Shannon excused herself from our hour long conversation in…
I never knew what I wanted in life. I never knew so I never chose. I never pursued the brass ring. The only thing I knew is what I didn’t want. I didn’t want…
He could feel her in his arms, the wedding dress beneath his fingers as he held her. He could smell the sweet scent of her hair. He could see her face smiling…
Fifty stories down, one way or the other. A second glance, a final chance. Tilt. My instinctive gasp is mimicked into a perfect synthetic echo by the…
We are talking and I see the stains. She sees me looking and hides it from my sight. I ask her if I can speak to her in private. I tell her to show me her arm…
I could feel it coming, so close. Her eyes shut tight, so as not to let tears escape. I have detected her end for months, and I have gotten so close to…
This is pain as well, but it’s sharp, vivid; a momentary relief. Everything else fades to a buzz in the back of my head as I deal with the coppery tang, the…
Please, just stop crying and listen to me. No, listen. Just listen. I’m sorry I made you feel unimportant. Yes, I was wrong. I was drunk, he was drunk, things…
The moon had cast a long eerie white light that snuck past the drifting curtains and landed gently on my face. I glanced around the room, staring at my…
Dear Life Livers, I wish that I am lying when I say that this doesn’t come straight from the heart. But I won’t. Because I don’t want to. It’s because of that…
Some talk behind my back. “He’s crazy,” they say, “reckless” or “psycho.” Those are the nice comments. In their way, they might be right, because, truth be…
Johnny’s hands clenched into tight fists around the horse’s reins. He fought not to let the tears in his eyes drop, turning his face down so the old man in the…
I fingered the metal bars that kept me confined. Their cold steel pushed the reality into my mind - that it would be years before I could escape from this…
I stare at the pills spilled out on the table in front of me. My parents are sitting opposite me. My dad has his arm around my crying mother. It’s the first…
I hate myself. Roxy definitely hates me too. She’s thin & mysterious & sleek & everything a girl should be. That’s why she hates me... because I’m her…
In school, Ali had been a poor student. Math had never been within his grasp and he struggled with nearly every other subject. He knew that he would be a…