(Day 13) Philosophy Through Breakfast
He stood in the kitchen, propped up against the counter to eat his breakfast (he rarely ever sat down to eat) and stared at his bowl of cereal. The little…
Milk Murderer
When I reached the kitchen, it was too late. Our little culprit was grieving and the victim’s pale innards were spilling out onto the kitchen floor. I know she…
Cinnamon Toast Crunch Commercial (Challenge)
This is LadyRay. She’s an author on Ficly. She has written stories such as “Desire” and “My Joy”, but can she see why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch…
Apple Of My Eye
The ripest apple, the highest branch. The effort it would take. The time. The distance. *Déjà vu.* The distace. The distance. I have encountered a problem. How…
Gonzo Grocery Shopping
“Excuse me, sir, but if you’d like to shop here, you’re required to wear pants.” These were the first words I recall hearing upon coming to in the middle of a…