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  1. Gold Standard

    Author: Stovohobo

    I have sharpened my muscles like a knife on a whick whack rod where the blade slides up and down and up and down, and at the end it’s thin enough to make the…

    Dec 22, 2012 · Ficly archive (3)

  2. Jhendayre, A Portrait Part 3

    Author: Robert Quick

    The clothes had changed as much as the man. House Ahrimanes was present in colors but the expensive frippery had been exchanged for the traditional Eladrin…

    Jul 11, 2011 sequel · Ficly archive

  3. Plugged Out

    Author: Nauctshea

    My body has not moved for millennia. My eyes stare blankly forward. Half of me is frozen. The other burns intensely. My fingers periodically twitch. Nothing…

    May 15, 2011 · Ficly archive

  4. ...people ask me if I know...

    Author: C. Augusto Valdés

    Everyone thinks she is beautiful, the perfect wardrobe, the perfect smile; sweet without being cloying, the perfect voice; as if she scripted her own words…

    Feb 26, 2011 · Ficly archive (1)

  5. Detective Part 2

    Author: Jae

    The man that exited the 4-Runner wore a long trench coat, reaching all the way down to his matte black boots and brushing the wet pavement. Not much else could…

    Feb 11, 2011 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  6. Detective Part 1

    Author: Jae

    Hoodie, ballcap, untucked shirt tails, and a shifty demeanor. Chief Detective Akai nodded silently to himself. This was not the guy. He was just a cheap…

    Feb 11, 2011 · Ficly archive

  7. Danceformation

    Author: Jae

    Rain boots clumped awkwardly through clear puddles, hood pulled as far forward as possible. Dorothy felt like an ogre, having attempted to fit her…

    Feb 11, 2011 · Ficly archive (1)

  8. Karl Frobisher

    Author: Jae

    “Now bringing you the intergalactic news today, tonight, trevoluspecker, or whatever cycle your planet happens to be experiencing.” The newscaster wore the…

    Feb 11, 2011 · Ficly archive

  9. An Ambassador of Nature

    Author: Jae

    The hem of her forest green dress swept leaves into motion as she passed by, creating an audible illusion that the wind preceded her presence. The dress itself…

    Feb 11, 2011 · Ficly archive (1)

  10. Introduction 1

    Author: Joshi G.

    I like to write in the morning while listening to songs by Leonard Cohen. My working room is small but very comfortable. I would sit in my favorite armchair…

    Oct 7, 2010 · Ficly archive (1)

  11. Ghosts I-IV

    Author: N. Robertson

    In the barrenness, I sit alone. The scrubs stetch out into the foothills of the brown mountains, regular punctuation decorating the grey sand. They rustle ever…

    Jul 10, 2010 · Ficly archive

  12. Music

    Author: Paper Cranes

    Stomp stomp clap, stomp stomp clap, the balls of her feet moving across the floor smooth as a snake loud as popcorn popping pop pop POP, as her arms moved out…

    Jul 8, 2010 · Ficly archive (1)

  13. Bike Ride

    Author: Paper Cranes

    Lungs burning, throat open and aching, phlegm forming up on the walls of her mouth and tonsils, nose running with cool snot, her ears red and pounding with the…

    Jul 6, 2010 · Ficly archive

  14. Last Embrace

    Author: TextMason

    The wind snakes through my hair, pulling my shirt with the vigor of a hungry 5-year-old. The breeze lathers me with the cold night air, sneaking fingers under…

    Jun 20, 2010 · Ficly archive

  15. How the Light Filters In

    Author: beatnik307

    The light filtered in through the blinds, passed carefully through dust, and finally came to rest on the carpet. It illuminated there a stain, one which had…

    May 5, 2010 · Ficly archive

  16. Adder staying still in some tall grass

    Author: Alice Mary

    I’ve always liked apples. I think it’s genetic. Something red, a good size. The crispy sheen of thin skin. My eyes are berry-black. Which people do admire…

    Feb 22, 2010 · Ficly archive

  17. In Shadow

    Author: g²LaPianistaIrlandesa

    I slink amid the lurking shadows in the narrow hallway, all too aware of the structure’s groans, creaks, & whines intermingling with my own hollow footsteps &…

    Nov 30, 2009 · Ficly archive (4)

  18. Happy

    Author: StudMuffin (LoA)

    The walls of the office were painted pink and white. He never liked pink. But, Charles was happy. Charles was going to live his life to the fullest. He didn’t…

    Sep 28, 2009 · Ficly archive (3)

  19. The Snowfall

    Author: E. Williams

    The snow fell in blankets and sheets and comforters and pillows.

    Sep 1, 2009 · Ficly archive (2)