#coma

  1. (Day 20) Coma Envy

    Author: Michael Wayne LeBlanc

    It had been three weeks since he had emerged from the coma, slightly worse for wear having only been under for a few days. He sat in his chair in the hospital…

    Feb 3, 2013 sequel · Ficly archive

  2. Waking up Dead

    Author: Stockholm

    I’m alive. I think. I mean I think I’m alive. What I mean to say is I think I’m alive, and so I must be alive if I think it. ... Pretty sure I’m alive. But…

    Mar 18, 2012 · Ficly archive (1)

  3. Invincible

    Author: Raphael Bane

    Hey Sunshine,what’s up? It’s me...remember? You look great for someone who’s comatose. Well anyway, I brought you something, a picture of us. Remember when we…

    Jun 18, 2011 · Ficly archive

  4. Waiting Room pt. 2

    Author: Andrew_Gatlin

    Panic gripped Harry. His brain struggled frantically to understand the situation. All the while Raiffe stood there with a knowing smirk on his face. As if he…

    Aug 14, 2009 sequel · Ficly archive

  5. Dark Room 4: Thief In The Mind

    Author: TextMason

    At last, she opened it. The glowing bloodflow lay below her. It whispered a sibilant melody to the loud backbeat of her heart. She didn’t know why, but she…

    Jul 30, 2009 sequel · Ficly archive

  6. Dark Room 3: Little Fifteen

    Author: TextMason

    *ALONE*. She couldn’t get away. She could only form a frail world for herself. It was a simple room with bare walls, and a rough blanket on the floor. There…

    Jul 30, 2009 sequel · Ficly archive

  7. Brand New Day

    Author: TextMason

    “I came as soon as I could, doctor. Is he awake?” “Yes, he came out of it about thirty minutes ago. We called you immediately.” *”HAS HE WATCHED…

    Jul 28, 2009 · Ficly archive

  8. The Master of Dimensions

    Author: IndieWinter

    I’m standing on a pedestal of pure white, being held in the infinite blue sky by a needle thin pillar that stretches below beyond sight. He’s in front of me…

    Jun 16, 2009 · Ficly archive (1)

  9. Trapped Here

    Author: thewritingthing

    I wake with a start. But that can’t possibly be the right word for it. I haven’t moved a muscle in what feels like a lifetime. It’s been years I’m pretty…

    Jun 16, 2009 · Ficly archive (1)