#march

  1. March 11

    Author: Abstract

    The social mechanisms in the bar ground to a halt when she reached its threshold. She surveyed the scene briefly before pushing through the old venetian-blind…

    Mar 31, 2013 sequel · Ficly archive

  2. March 10

    Author: Abstract

    good night the stars aren’t all out just yet twilight’s fading, night’s rolling in but it’s still blue outside the moon’s come up _the headlights are…

    Mar 31, 2013 sequel · Ficly archive

  3. March 9

    Author: Abstract

    I’m Ted McNamara and this is the six o’clock news. A car bomb went off downtown today, killing fifteen and wounding seven. The bomb was packed in a station…

    Mar 11, 2013 sequel · Ficly archive

  4. March 8

    Author: Abstract

    On the fourth day, God created the luminaries. There’s a documentary called In the Shadow of the Moon. My father introduced it to me and I highly recommend…

    Mar 11, 2013 sequel · Ficly archive

  5. March 4

    Author: Abstract

    I think my doodles have changed in recent times. Used to be I’d just draw random little stuff—rocketships; comets or fireballs based on the holes punched into…

    Mar 7, 2013 prequel · Ficly archive

  6. March 5

    Author: Abstract

    On the sidewalk near my apartment, on the other side of the inlet to the parking lot and on the other side of the road verge, there’s this little tree. I think…

    Mar 7, 2013 prequel · Ficly archive

  7. March 6

    Author: Abstract

    My legs are somewhat hairy, sufficiently so that I despise certain types of pants because, when I put them on, they rub the hairs the wrong way and I don’t…

    Mar 7, 2013 prequel · Ficly archive

  8. March 7

    Author: Abstract

    I’m wearing the same T-shirt as I was wearing yesterday. It’s all black except for the ~16:9 photo on the front and the caption unerneath: “BROOKLYN BRIDGE”…

    Mar 7, 2013 · Ficly archive

  9. The March of the Dead

    Author: Nathaniel Payne

    It was midnight, and the moon was a pale disc in the clear night sky. From the edge of the forest a funeral procession appeared, led by an ashen-faced cleric…

    Jan 31, 2010 · Ficly archive (2)

  10. Keeping a Promise

    Author: Violet Turner

    Lying on her back, Tara tossed and turned with her eyes snapped shut. Her hair fell in black strands across her pillow, creating an eerie contrast against the…

    Oct 25, 2009 · Ficly archive (2)

  11. Elephant Walk

    Author: Rusty Crown

    They walk, lumbering, over the dried ruts and webbed cracks. The dust swirls from their feet and off their swaying backs and when that dust falls off their…

    Sep 25, 2009 · Ficly archive