Stovohobo
Joined May 2009 and calls My Old Ficlets home.
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Series
Android in Real Life started by lastsyllable
http://ficly.com/stories/1246Death’s Memoir
http://ficly.com/stories/5194The Gladiator started by Beastie
http://ficly.com/stories/5670+++++
Warning: Shameless Plug Ahead Had around 570 ficlets on the old site—you can read ’em through the link above if you like.
Stories
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Silent Eye
People think I’m indifferent. That I’m faceless, and therefore unprejudiced. But this isn’t true. Just because you see only your pretty little face in me doesn’t mean I don’t see it too. And I judge you by every stain you&...
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Empty-Headed Exploration
My eyes are not my property; They’re not mine to control. They build massive earthen towers Out of pebbles set by moles. They judge without a jury, Follow no established laws, They wander and decide alone With no apparent cause. There is no brain...
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The Watering Hole
Narrowed eyes, In grass, disguised, The lion licks his lips. Aware, alert, Gazelles tap dirt As they take cautious sips. The lion, crouched, Awaits the pounce That brings him to his prey. With muscles tense, In thickets dense, He dawdles, daring fate. ...
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Dirge
The air is stiff, as stiff as my spine against naked wooden pews. Solemn murmurs glide from pillar to pillar as crackling fabric gnaws at my skin. Bursts of color— draping bouquets, lonely rose on Grandma’s lapel; filtered light and dust sp...
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Tired Providences
It was raining outside, a cold and heavy rain marching in offbeat steps. Lura rubbed at her wrinkles in the mirror, making sure they were all deep and prominent. Lines like mazes, winding, proud… Sandren’s voice pulled her out of her rapture. &...
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Closeness Through Distance
Stare at the walls. There are no words. Why do I feel my eyes wet with tears that weren’t shed for my grandfather? Why do my fingers shake for someone whose face I’ve never seen, whose voice I’ve never heard? Sentences. I’ve rea...
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The Marionette's Revenge
She twiddled fingers and rasped her voice to rid his brain of thought of choice. Her throat, the womb that knit her lies; amniocentesis to drain disguise— Dipping line, downward spin— She made him careless, drowned in gin. Still, he hid the...
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Auspice
Translated from Voice Log 101513 However much time we spend watching this species, it seems they quadruple it in the effort of watching us. We have seen foreign objects circle around our craft, attaching and feeling like fingers. We feel disturbances r...
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Fulcrum
Notated from Voice Log 101113 The shock of what I have found cannot be expressed in words. I’m linking back to tell you that our world community will simply never be the same—our people, the animals—everything. We have found a planet ...
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The Gladiator's Confinement
Suddenly a hot, wrenching pain in my thigh—like an arrow, but more forceful, and when I look down there is no shaft. I collapse to the ground, try to scramble back up even with this blindingly painful wound, knives twisting inside my flesh. I was...
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Medicine
It used to be a good thing. My favorite thing. Now it rakes at my eardrums, dull aching in my belly, snakes in my skull licking at my brain. It is harsh and shrill most of the time, but it has its other disguises—low, soft but teasing, tinny, spo...
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The Gladiator's Deal
“And you would give up your soul, eternally, to me—give up your place in the heavens—just to go back into this wretched time?” “I would.” I could feel a vein pulsing by my temple. “What could there possibly be ...
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Old Enemies
I called Fear seven days ago. I thought I had punched in Hannah’s number, but I must have misdialed—when the phone came off its cradle with a static crunch, She answered in her broken glass voice, straight into my stomach. I hung up. I saw ...
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Death's Memoir: Details About the Job
The first thing you need to understand is that Death changes. I mean, the occupation of Death—the Grim Reaper, if you want—shifts every Earth century. Otherwise, Death might cling to the past and not account for population growth, new techn...
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The Copyright Page to Death's Memoir
Copyright © Eternity (Published 2017 on Earth) by Death, Geoffrey H. All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or supernatural, including photocopies, mediums, crystal balls, or “...
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Author's Foreword
Dear Reader, I’ve never really gone about writing a book before, but I figure that the stars are in the right place and the substantial difference between the two ends of the time-and-space wormhole separating us should now be crossed. I hope I d...
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An Uneducated Wager (The Meteor Challenge)
August 1, 2009 Dr. Lionel directed a smarmy glance at Dr. Dunder. “Okay, okay, you did it. Two million wired it is,” Dunder sighed. Lionel raised his eyebrows. “…And?” Dunder sighed again. “And you’re the real ...
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Proof Enough
There was a three-second silence that tasted bitter in Suzie’s mouth. In the next few, the line was cut, the computers shut down, and the two other men in the room bolted up out of their seats. She shook her head in a sudden moment of clarity, sk...
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0 for 1
Cassandra gazed dispassionately down at him with flickering eyes. “Jack, you know I can’t run a search on Kinetico without raising every birdie they’ve got.” Jack inserted a flavor-stick into his cigarette and flicked the igniti...
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This Calamitous Vaudeville
Whip crack, paddywhack, forced another heart attack! Mish, mash, slash, cut— This little pig with a knife in the gut— You think I have reason? You think I am mad? I revel in treason— There’s blood to be had! Just quiet your cryi...
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Thousand-Yard Stares Only Get You So Far
The two men stood, back to sweaty back, under the Spaghetti Western sun. Thousand-yard stares leaped out of their eyeballs and ran off into the horizon. “Today,” cried the mayor, "these two men have challenged each other to a duel to t...
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The Origin of the Phrase
Jakoby awoke to a dimly lit room. Naked rope chewed on his wrists, threatening to gnaw right down to the bone. “So,” came a cold voice, oiling its way across the room, “Victor Jakoby.” Jakoby said nothing. “We have subject...
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Call From a Familiar Stranger
The phone rings. “Hello?” “Hey, Eric, it’s Todd.” “Hey,” I say, faintly taken aback—I know Todd from work, but we don’t talk much. “Um—God,” he lets out in a big breath. “Eri...
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The Dishes Won't Do Themselves, You Know
He sighed as he looked at the equipment spread across the tables, accumulated from over a year of exhaustive work. Maybe the answer would come to him in the night, while he slept—but no, that was romantic thinking. “Honey.” His wife&#...
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Bouts-Rimés Part Deux: The Changeling
She was as boundless as the sky— No ring upon her finger, No hand upon her thigh— There was no place she longed to linger. She watched no standard clock As she danced below the moon. Then men descended like a flock, Resolved to make her swo...
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Bouts-Rimés Part Un: The Sizzling Mistress
You know I love my bacon I crave it’s greasy kiss There’s nothin’ I’d rather be makin’ Which doesn’t settle with my miss She’s threatened to be breakin’ If I don’t stop wit dis, But without it IR...
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Solus
Last man alive hears a knock. ………………………..
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Jack and the Box
His breath rattled from his throat, fogging the mirror on the medicine cabinet. Jack clutched the counter, white-knuckled, spilling pills onto the floor as he struggled to stay in the coherent world. The nightly battle between sleep and medication was ...
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Zen in the Face of Mortal Danger
The air was swathed in thick clouds of dust as the two picked their way through the rubble of the gates. “Roland! Can we hurry it up a little?” Franklin shouted, grimacing at every shot fired. “It’s dangerous.” “Not ...
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Flies in the Milk
Recess time— hot, bright— little fingers grasping at colored plastic cups. The cold feel on our palms, growing lukewarm by the minute, the now sickly sweet scent that brings on the insects. Our cries to the teacher, “There’s a f...
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