#class

  1. Uncertain.

    Author: MissMay.

    To stray from the chosen path Is what I live to do. A chosen path, With chosen plans. I want to break the rules. I don’t know What’ll become of me, Who’s…

    Nov 17, 2012 · Ficly archive

  2. Paper Lifes and Classes

    Author: Trykdyn

    All eyes were on the man as he scribbled in quick jerks over the whiteboard. He turned around and repeated the words slowly. “_Sometimes the most undesirable…

    Jul 4, 2012 · Ficly archive

  3. Bide Your Time

    Author: MaddyRose

    Thursday, April 2nd, 2:30pm. A rumpled-looking kid sitting in the middle of the room uneasily raises his hand. “Can you go over problem number thirteen on the…

    Feb 6, 2012 · Ficly archive (1)

  4. First Meeting

    Author: Meredith King

    He was always tinkering with things, working with his hands. That, in fact, was how we met, even thought I didn’t know him at the time. He was working in some…

    Oct 9, 2011 · Ficly archive

  5. Changing Classes

    Author: Robert Quick

    The air in the classroom was stale and hot. Two dozen students were on their phones- texting or checking Facebook. Few were actually talking. None were paying…

    Aug 23, 2011 · Ficly archive (1)

  6. The mysteries of the world and the universe.

    Author: Silven

    “Welcome, students, to Mysteries of the World and Universe! From here on we’ll be calling it Mottwoo because I say so. In this class I will explain all the…

    Aug 4, 2011 · Ficly archive (6)

  7. A Circle of My Mind

    Author: Sir Bic

    The circle in my mind is a large one that even I could fit in if I wanted to. But I can see it when I’m out of it too. I can also see a hand drawing a circle…

    Apr 17, 2011 · Ficly archive

  8. Karate Class

    Author: senseisue

    I bow into a decrepit gym or a respected dojo (depending on whether you’re shooting baskets or practicing karate). Bowing in bows out all the tensions and…

    Mar 10, 2011 · Ficly archive

  9. A Poor Puddle/ Trickle Down

    Author: Tad Winslow

    Elitist culture Is a selfish vulture Led astray of importance, Fed decay with every purchase, I’m sure as certain that they all were Siding behind the curtain…

    Oct 23, 2010 · Ficly archive (1)

  10. NYCity

    Author: Tad Winslow

    My synopsis of the metropolis Was gorgeous and enormous-- Buzzing with bees and hornets, Rich folks and blokes who are homeless.

    Jul 20, 2010 · Ficly archive

  11. Pastry Puff McMuff

    Author: Tad Winslow

    Mc Muffin still wants lessons? I can sleepwalk his expressions Off the steep stocks of great depressions He needs my permission to cheap talk-- His voice I…

    May 12, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  12. That made me smile :)

    Author: Turtles :)

    In A-Block we were watching this really out-dated movie about teens and dating. I put my head down and was slowly drifting to sleep. “Camilia, Pay attention,”…

    Oct 20, 2009 sequel · Ficly archive

  13. Field Study

    Author: jesteram

    Gregory was the best at what he did. Hands down. If nothing else, he’d survived the longest of anyone from his training class: six years in the field after the…

    Jun 18, 2009 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  14. Don't Know Art

    Author: dailytorment

    I couldn’t figure out how he made his sunsets look so good. I glanced at my canvas--my sunset looked like a rainbow, all bands. If looked away quickly, I could…

    Jun 11, 2009 · Ficly archive (1)

  15. Come Again Another Day

    Author: Byn

    I opened the door, feeling the fresh air blow in against me. The overwhelmingly loud sound of rain hitting the stone steps trickled into my consciousness and I…

    Jun 1, 2009 · Ficly archive (2)

  16. my life is average

    Author: okelay

    It’s a foggy morning where you can very clearly see your breath. It’s cool but not freezing, in the right clothes it’s actually quite nice. The sky is clear…

    May 31, 2009 · Ficly archive

  17. Surprise, Surprise

    Author: .:Band Baby:.

    I take a deep breath and open the car door. My mom is already walking up the front steps and I run slightly to catch her. She walks through the throng of kids…

    May 30, 2009 · Ficly archive (1)