Impending
Quiet. Too quiet. Sounds from the mainland were muffled. The lights in the distant city’s skyscrapers still blazed brightly enough for those of us on the…
The Beacon
I began to make my way across the precipice of the rock face. It was dark, but that mattered not. I’ve found myself walking across these paths so often that I…
For Franz Josef Land
The plane bounced through several more pockets of turbulence as they crossed the bay. The island was in sight, as the pilot dipped low enough for Fitz to see…
Ficlets Synopsis: Nina, Queen of the Unicorns
Begins: http://ficlets.ficly.com/stories/168 Nina notices a strange terrarium on her co-worker Alan’s desk. It seems bigger on the inside than the outside, and…
The White Ship and Little Men
She looked over the waves that rolled gently against her body out into the blue sea broken only by a white ship. She gave harbor to the ship and watched over…
Isle: October 2, 2009
Took the boat around the Island. Seems to be around 15 kilometers in circumferance. Took a short swim over to the Island. Saw plenty of marine life on my way…
Isle: October 1, 2009
Nearing the Island, about a couple of hours and then I should be there. I pray that no troubles arise during my exploration of the Island. I have enough…
The islands to the North
The Grey Tower looked majestic in the dawn light, he thought, looking at the tall building before him. Two of the moons were visible, and the sky was clear…
The Island
There’s an island, a pretty sizable one, big enough to support a growing and thriving population. This community that’s established itself on this firmly-set…
My Island Between Worlds
I was sitting on a beach with soft, fine sand. I didn’t know how I had ended up there. I couldn’t see any foot prints leading to or from me. It was as if I…
Hope
The sound of the waves silently woke Garret from a terrible nights sleep. His pillow a rock, his blanket a bunch of palm leaves. Today was day 46. Forty-six…
Washed Ashore
I awakened on the sand, my lungs forcibly expelling water. The beach was no more than a white-hot glare to my eyes, and the grit tore painfully on my sunburned…
arrival of the light
Fire sketched across the roiling sky. Figurative fire, but no less bright for all that. The orange tendrils had finally reached this place, this infinetismally…
Expedition: Science
Flotsam and Jetsam crawled from the wreckage. A crab trundled toward them, its claws raised high, clicking and clacking like castanets. “We should step away…
an island called ficly
Pyropunk stood behind some rocks that littered the almost barren island and watched the spectacle on the beach. A few of his old friends (and fiends) were…