#courage

  1. A New Birth for the Ancient Man

    Author: R.

    Black smudged hands and aching joints were a thing of the past. The massive machine that sat in front him, staring blankly back, with his aged expression…

    May 25, 2010 · Ficly archive (2)

  2. Runaway

    Author: Mr.Gabriel

    “They want me to come straight home ‘cause they found out I was lying. There is no Matt at church. Ha,” I say in a tone that Kylie is used to. This isn’t the…

    Jan 7, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  3. Moment of Happiness or Worry?

    Author: Mr.Gabriel

    My hands are shaking as I undo the paper’s perfect fold. My heart’s pounding hard and Fear, Reality, Uncertainty, and Doubt are all battling with Confidence…

    Nov 9, 2009 sequel · Ficly archive (5)

  4. An Emotional Battle

    Author: Mr.Gabriel

    I sit down in class, and thank God for assigned seats, because mine is all the way in the back. Confidence and the Negative Emotions argue to the death right…

    Nov 7, 2009 sequel · Ficly archive (2)

  5. Confidence Fades

    Author: Mr.Gabriel

    My adrenaline starts racing, which keeps Confidence closer to me then Desire, or Reality. When Emily finally gets to me, I’m a bit proud of myself for sticking…

    Nov 6, 2009 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  6. An Animal's Fear

    Author: Lancet

    You say you’re not scared, but the very fact that you exist contradicts that. You’re so scared that you’re afraid that even admitting that will somehow…

    Sep 19, 2009 · Ficly archive

  7. Courage in the Courtyard (part 1)

    Author: SaveTheUnicorns

    To my dismay, that twerp still haunts me in my dreams on occasion. Thankfully, when she appears in them, I do not let her turn them into nightmares. She just…

    Aug 12, 2009 · Ficly archive

  8. Desire

    Author: El Fe del Oro

    As I walk, it’s still there and when I ignore it, it just gets bigger. It won’t go away on its own. I have to muster up the courage and power to get rid of it…

    Aug 8, 2009 · Ficly archive (1)

  9. The Warning

    Author: Lone Writer

    She laid her hands On me That last time I was sick Tired I drew the line I don’t know what Went through her head She laughed the way She usually did But this…

    Jun 4, 2009 · Ficly archive