#silly

  1. oh Sleep, Where Art Thou Once Again

    Author: Cariad Ceffyl

    It’s four am I cannot sleep I cannot think, I cannot weep There is no heaviness in my lids No sleepy sand, which to get rid I sit here wanting, needing sleep…

    Jun 18, 2014 · Ficly archive

  2. The Purple Elephant

    Author: Luulu

    It all started with a purple elephant. I kid you not, a purple elephant. He was staring me straight in the eyes, and I thought, “Why are you an elephant?” I…

    Jun 29, 2012 · Ficly archive

  3. Forked

    Author: Tad Winslow

    It is a ladle odd to spoon with a knife that couldn’t carve with any care on the plate you two do share. If it is spare-rib or steak or caribou, you prong a…

    Mar 13, 2012 · Ficly archive

  4. You.

    Author: Dear, Vanessa;

    If I could pinpoint the exact moment that I was certain of you I would do so in the most beautifully thought out manner. Every word and gesture thought out to…

    Nov 18, 2011 · Ficly archive (4)

  5. The Proof Is In The Pants

    Author: Tad Winslow

    What if, Perchance, The plaintiff, Sir Pants, Caught the defendants, Sir Pull, Mrs. Miserable, and Maestro Throw All hurling his purple girdle in a photo…

    Feb 6, 2011 · Ficly archive

  6. Ficly

    Author: Robotech_Master

    Ficly. Ficly Ficly Ficly. Don’t Ficly sickly, Ficly quickly! Ficly.

    Dec 31, 2010 · Ficly archive (1)

  7. Self-Referential Doggerel P.S.

    Author: Robotech_Master

    My poems are silly, not hard to compose Rhyming is easy; there are plenty enough Words I can shoehorn wherever they’ll go That finding a good one is never too…

    Dec 30, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  8. Self-Referential Doggerel

    Author: Robotech_Master

    Does anyone really read Ficly for poems? They’re easy to write, but so hard to sequel. There are plenty of rhymes, if you only but know ‘em But not every poem…

    Dec 30, 2010 · Ficly archive

  9. The Blacksmith's Auto-Biography Part I

    Author: The Blacksmith

    Steven Ross Smith (3rd Sept 1989 - 19th July 5049) was an actor turned time-traveller/hockey player. He lost his twelth eye during the Great Boobagilon War of…

    Aug 25, 2010 · Ficly archive

  10. Serious Questions and Serious Sayings

    Author: Tad Winslow

    Saliva must taste like nothing. Also What if microphones could talk into *our* mouths? Also What if you saw a sea of souls see-saw Violently like waves in a…

    Aug 17, 2010 · Ficly archive (1)

  11. Pun Poem Just For Fun Poem

    Author: Tad Winslow

    Be great. lyrically lacerate. Fully incapacitate hate With all of love’s hug weight (And love is a big sassy black woman).

    Aug 13, 2010 · Ficly archive (1)

  12. Imagine!

    Author: Tad Winslow

    Imagine shoes that look like socks That wash like socks With mesh lining on top covered by sock material socks Made of flexible, durable rubber that rolls on…

    Aug 2, 2010 · Ficly archive (2)

  13. Positive Concept Found!

    Author: JC Tovil

    Oh, a positive concept Oh, what luck! Just laying on the floor... err... It seems to be stuck? I lift with all my might Wait? Something is not right. This is…

    Aug 2, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive

  14. hmmmm? sorry??

    Author: the_tandyman

    Death sat astride his pitch black steed & stared out over his domain, absently sharpening his scythe. “Why is it,” He said to War, who was busy doing…

    Aug 1, 2010 · Ficly archive

  15. mr.outspan goes shopping...

    Author: the_tandyman

    clipclopclipclopclipclopclipclopclipclopclipclopclipclopclipclopclipclop.etc.etc. splash “Drat.” clipclopclipclopclipclopclipclopclipclopclipclopclipclop.etc.et…

    Aug 1, 2010 · Ficly archive

  16. Writing Class with Mr. Stitely

    Author: Le Héros Tragique

    “How do you open a door creatively?” Mr. Stitely asked looking over the top of his glasses. Hands shot up in the air. Well... gingerly moved upward, but the…

    Apr 18, 2010 · Ficly archive (8)

  17. 64

    Author: The Third Robot

    From a distance, it is a monolithic mountain suspended in an infinite whiteness. Its peaks penetrate no clouds and its base floats above an abyss. It is a…

    Mar 25, 2010 · Ficly archive

  18. My Life as a Psych[ot]ic 04-12-09.b

    Author: Draco_Platina

    Quite suddenly and without warning, I was accosted from the right, a large wet nose sniffing its way toward my vittles via my ear. Taken aback, I turned to…

    Feb 26, 2010 sequel · Ficly archive

  19. My Life as a Psych[ot]ic 04-12-09.a

    Author: Draco_Platina

    I awoke today to the sound of grinding machinery. Rolling over on my floormat, I saw dongs. Blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I realize they were not in fact…

    Feb 26, 2010 · Ficly archive