#drugs

  1. Cloud of the Mistress

    Author: THX 0477

    Come to me, my goddess from the East Fade this cruel reality to nil Take my sight, cloud my mind For this brief time subsume my will Come to me, my mistress…

    Mar 11, 2014 · Ficly archive

  2. Interregnum

    Author: Abstract

    I became a king when I was twenty-seven. I’d just acquired a castle (admittedly the bankers actually owned it; the treasury was to pay a monthly tribute for…

    Oct 14, 2013 · Ficly archive (1)

  3. City Bugs

    Author: Ariah Oak

    Something tells me that if I shout loud enough from the tops of this building, the man holding me captive would push me off the edge, sending me, cape and all…

    Mar 31, 2013 · Ficly archive

  4. Miscommunication

    Author: Ariah Oak

    There are no other words that want to come forth from the telegraph service wired between my brain’s postal center to my mouth’s last stop General Store. The…

    Mar 30, 2013 · Ficly archive

  5. Thoughts Waiting For A Train

    Author: Ariah Oak

    We felt our own personal earthquake as the train, incoming from suburbia, sped on in to the station, all hiss and steam, still managing to chug along after a…

    Mar 8, 2013 · Ficly archive

  6. Pupils&Irises

    Author: Ariah Oak

    I, but a lone and weary traveler have become lost in the abyss of the labyrinth trail you have in your eyes. Each fissure, each cavern, I have traversed on…

    Mar 6, 2013 · Ficly archive

  7. Harsh

    Author: SciNerd

    It was a massless, faceless, insensate thing that sentenced me. Judges and lawyers are for those who can afford them, and the high school girl I was could not…

    Jul 3, 2012 · Ficly archive (1)

  8. Knowing.

    Author: MissMay.

    I sit there, at the kitchen table, unwilling to hear the words spoken to me. “She died in a car crash, Hal. I’m very sorry.” I stare at the ring pattern in…

    May 15, 2012 · Ficly archive

  9. Perfectly Broken

    Author: DanielleNicole

    She found herself sitting on a repulsive tan couch, staring at the ceiling which seemed to be the only thing of imporatnce. She could hear distant voices and…

    Apr 30, 2012 · Ficly archive (1)

  10. Pierce My Heart.

    Author: Infinity.

    They sat inside the living room. The couch a tattered mess, the material peeled away like bad paint. They sat in their usual spots, their seats permanently…

    Apr 2, 2012 · Ficly archive (2)

  11. He Knew The Whole Time

    Author: musicgirl

    We’re too young to die he would always say before we were about to do something stupid, a sort of reassurance that nothing bad would happen, a motto I came…

    Mar 16, 2012 · Ficly archive (2)

  12. Friends are not friends.

    Author: MissMay.

    Spinning Swirling Sideways Falling Turning Trying Tumbling Calling Overdosing, Not my choosing. You can blame me All you want. But I was pressured. Not my…

    Mar 9, 2012 · Ficly archive (1)

  13. Painting The Town Red.

    Author: Infinity.

    The next morning my head was pounding. I could almost feel my brain protruding out of my skull. All of my senses were screaming at me not to move, listen, or…

    Feb 6, 2012 · Ficly archive

  14. Impulsiveness.

    Author: Infinity.

    My first party. I got chills when I snuck out of the house, another first. Us car full of girls giggled our sober heads off. “We’re gonna get you so trashed…

    Dec 30, 2011 · Ficly archive (1)

  15. Powder

    Author: meep

    I lick the tip of my finger and dip it in the pile of white powder. Rubbing it along my swollen gums, I sigh. Relief. I’m soaring, but not like a bird. I’m…

    Nov 20, 2011 · Ficly archive (2)

  16. morning

    Author: m

    Staring down at the crimson and brown stained junk mail envelope, it was hard to believe she had actually written those words last night. What was she…

    Oct 17, 2011 sequel · Ficly archive

  17. Frank's Map

    Author: Phil Sporlan

    Frank is a man with a problem. He has been doing drugs since the age of fourteen. First weed, than some pills that made him see things and finally needles. I’m…

    Apr 19, 2011 · Ficly archive

  18. Asp

    Author: Stovohobo

    Warmth floods in and I start to seize Muscle quakes and tremors cease My eyelids shoot about, trapeze For a second I don’t even pant. For this, made from the…

    Sep 19, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (3)

  19. 5:30 in the Checkerboard Room

    Author: Never Explain (LoA)

    5:30 in the afternoon. That’s what it says on my watch. The far-past-noon sunlight shines through the windows and casts shadows of the window panes that…

    Jul 31, 2010 · Ficly archive (1)

  20. For A Lady I Know

    Author: Tad Winslow

    My last sentiment Meant merely cents To her high dollar flight And chauffuer caller that night. I feel without when I’m with her-- She’s in doubt sniffing…

    Jul 10, 2010 · Ficly archive