Wat.
We are souls trapped in flesh, made to experience the universe of matter. I think. My eyes are open-- of that, I am quite sure. They ache and string…
La Coterie De Ficly
As I walked through the double doors of the Marriot Hotel Convention Center I could hear the chatter of Ficly writers sharing their latest literary glories…
Figmental Sharks
It was a mistake. She knew that now. Carrie like to smoke pot, tons of it, but until this morning that was all she’d ever done. When Tony had handed her the…