The Ficly Beginner
As I burst through the door, I plop onto the sofa and snuggle down into the soft cushioned fabric. I open my laptop and excitedly open Ficly. I click on the…
As I burst through the door, I plop onto the sofa and snuggle down into the soft cushioned fabric. I open my laptop and excitedly open Ficly. I click on the…
He was a man reborn. Resurrected, in fact, by the powers of creation. The energy filled him and controlled him. His words danced the way eddies swirl in…
“I don’t know this,” I gripped my head, shaking it violently, “I’ve never seen anything like this before. I can’t sense right.” “Someone is doing this to him…
Sitting, pen twirling through fingers ... Tap-a-tap-tapping on the scribbled desk below ... Head in hands, hands on desk ... Look up ... Clock’s a-tick-ticking…
He was sitting at the computer, staring at the white screen. In his head different stories were starting to swirl around, but none were taking form. _Should I…
There’s nobody looking over my shoulder. I’m not up on a stage. There is no audience listening. Nobody is waiting to read this. I have no deadline. Nobody will…