Joined May 2009.

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After the great ficlet apocalypse, I (like many other survivors) went underground, waiting for the day when we would rise up and take back that which taken from us. During these dark times, I was known only by my evil codename: “The Fist”.
I love Ficly-sized stories. They are like the little stuffed mushrooms at Olive Garden, quick to eat and you always want just one more…


  1. Another One Bites The Dust

    Steve walked warily down the street. He knew he was a fool for being in this part of town alone. He pulled the brim of his hat down low. He thought of the conversation with Ana earlier. “This is too dangerous. We can’t see each other anymore.” he...

  2. The BEOS Test

    The man placed the last electrode on Kellen’s head. He organized the wires from each of the thirty-two sensors and draped them over the back of the chair. The man came around the table and asked, “Have you had an BEOS test before?" Kellen shoo...

  3. Waiting for Drasi

    The fairy prince knelt on a tree stump and scanned the meadow. He relaxed here often, watching the swaying of the grass, but today he looked for a different kind of movement. “Any sign of them, Your Highness?” a voice asked from below. “Not yet T...

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