YodaOnCrack
Joined January 2010 and calls http://www.ficly.com home.
46 stories, 24 challenges, 35 comments, and 12 friends
As the Ficlets site faded away, I was a lost soul for quite some time. I turned my back on people and went down some dark paths for awhile. The good news is that I’ve sorted a lot of that out and I’m really a different person now. I’m ready to share the written word and all I know about how to carve out a great short. Big shout outz to: THX, Stovohobo, KermitGorf, Jason, Kevin, and Anna Christina. Big propz to Kevin, Jason, and the old AOL gang for resurrecting the site and keeping their word to those of us who got so much from the original Ficlets site.
Stories
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Sarah's Father
The waves returned in a flash of light and soon she was back at the cemetery. It was dark and she was alone. Things were different, there were more tombstones, more trees, the weather was colder, things were normal, but not quite, not really, no —...
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Still Stings

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Dad's Fighter Pilot Buddies
Dad’s fighter-pilot friends were mostly class acts, true warriors dedicated to protecting their country and drinking every last English pub dry. But as with any group of egomaniacs, there are always one or two assholes to ruin everyone’s re...
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Realm of Impossibility
“But Abah, thoughts cannot change what is real. It is simply not possible. These are mere illusions.” “The realm of the possible is where fear lingers, Murni. Do not be so fooled. Reality hides there like a veil of doubt, and that place… The re...
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The Ebony Prince
The ebony prince walks the streets with the purpose of Christ, 9 millimeter glock in his left hand, clove cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. His trigger finger twitches, sliding up and down the gun’s steel finish as the sound of thu...
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Attraction
It was 7:45 p.m. Tabitha adjusted her blouse as she approached the main entryway of Vikram’s beach house, the smell of the ocean filling her nose with a warm breeze. He met her at the door, a heavy book beneath his left arm, his sliver-black hair moi...
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Dr. Vikram Jarial
“Wow! I don’t mean to sound rude, but that’s a pretty heavy bench press for a guy your age. How much weight is that?” “Let’s see – I’ve got 4 forty-five pound plates on each side of the bar. It’s a little over four-hundred pounds. Of ...
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Star Wars Spoof
A long time ago, in an abandoned space ship far far away, Master Yoda was freebasing with Darth Vader. His light saber was placed carelessly beside a stash of drug paraphernalia. Yoda took a deep hit off of his crack pipe, “Jedi Grandmaster am I, Yes...
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Abah, Father of Illusions
Afraid to blink, Murni’s eyes are fixed on the floating city. “How did you do it?” she asks with a worried look. Her father lowers his arms, breaking a trance that has taken years to develop. The illusion of the city disappears in a twinkling of ...
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The Kite and the Sunken City
Murni’s kite soars into the Malaysian skies. A heavy wind pulls it out to sea, its streamers spiraling up like red dragons with elongated tails. A line of low clouds look like smudges of white paint against a sky-blue canvas. The mid-day sun burns ho...
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Jesus of the Electric
God’s voice rings like a prayer in my head. Jesus, it’s loud! Life is still a mystery, Jesus. I don’t know. I don’t know! I still don’t know why you appear to me crucified on a telephone pole above my living room, but you’re as real as ...
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Hey Stephen
It was past midnight when Stephen fell asleep on Taylor’s bed. She nudged him. “You’d better put your shirt back on. My Mom will get the wrong idea if she walks in and sees us like this.” She laid down beside him, pressing her forehead gently a...
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The Last Seven
“Master Switch: ON. Flaps: SECURE . Mixture: RICH . Propeller: CLEAR!” The engine of the Cessna Skyhawk started as expected. “Forget the checklist, Tom! Full Throttle now, damn it!” Eric used the rudders to taxi down the runway from the passeng...
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The Fisherman's Son
The nets in the fisherman’s boat were knotted, and he hoped to get them right soon, but the pain of his father’s death was still with him and he had trouble concentrating. Working alone he would have to haul in the heavy drift nets by early afterno...
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Ali G / Mother Earth Continued...
Mother Earth: [Embracing] Oh, Mr. G, it’s O.K. Mommy’s here for you. Mommy’s here. Alig G: [Drops to his knees and hugs her legs] Mother Earth: [Rolling her eyes] I’m done now. Ali G: [Touching fists together.] Right, Mum. Me...
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Mother Earth Meets Ali G
Mother Earth: [Coughs] I’ll get better, but it’s not me that I’m worried about. You know this stuff is contagious and I’m more worried about my children. Father Time tells me that my pollution is in remission, but my body temper...
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Ali G Interviews Mother Earth
Ali G: Booyakeshah, Big up Youself! I is here with me main Mum, the mother of us all, Mother Earth! Let’s here it for her! [Applause] Mother Earth: Indeed! What is popping with you Ficly fans? Did I say that right, Mr. G? [Coughs] Ali G: Respect!...
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A Devil's Tale
Next thing I remember was the barrel of a shotgun in my back and the feel of rope around my neck. The woman’s voice shook like a baby rattle. “On your knees. Give me one reason I should take you in alive?” “Because I ain’t dying today. You ar...
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Stagecoach
On the way down to Pecos, I saw a stagecoach in the distance. At first I thought I was seeing things, but then it was right there in front of me like a punch in the gut. I put my hand on my gun as the wooden wheels came to a stop. Dust and weeds blew b...
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Eli Returns
I was shootin’ at sparrows and she just appeared. Honest. I asked if she was O.K. and she just ran off." “Sarah, that true?” Lizzie asked. “Yes, ma’am. I tried to go home but I ended up here.” Sarah answered. ...
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An Alcoholic's Curse
Later that day Uncle Jim asked me if I could give him a ride into town. “Got some spare change for your favorite uncle?” he asked, as we pulled out of the gravel driveway. I snatched the last two bucks out of my wallet and drove him to the ...
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Uncle Jim
Even though Jim was an alcoholic, his quirky good looks made him stand out in a crowd. He was left-handed, with jet-black hair, light-blue eyes, and broad shoulders. He often wore a faded denim jacket, camouflage hat, and a pair of black combat boots. ...
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Willie Returns
“Don’t be silly, girl. Where are your parents? It’s getting late and they must be worried.” “It’s really true. Lizzie you’ve got to help me. My Aunt Ruth told me all the stories about Willie, Theresa, and the o...
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The Black Elk's Heart
Deadshot couldn’t take his eyes off the dying animal. It was the largest elk he had ever seen, with onyx eyes that seemed to look past this realm and into another. The spear penetrated the giant elk’s lungs, causing it to bleed from its mou...
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Curse of the Black Elk
The noises grew louder, encircling them like an unfamiliar wind. The torches flickered out and the fire in the center of the medicine wheel dispersed a heavy smoke. In the blackness of night, the shadows of the spirit world surrounded them. Chief Elkha...
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Shawnee Ritual 2
“I’m not afraid to die. My only wish now is to rescue Mishawaka, your daughter. I’ll sing my own death song with gladness in my heart and travel with the great elk to meet the Creator if that is my path.” Chief Elkhart walked ne...
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Pixilated Love Affair
When I woke up this morning, I knew I was going to confess my sins to my husband. I was in love with another man and it was time to let Shane know. I was confused, ashamed, terrified to tell him. I lay huddled in bed with my arms folded across my chest...
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Shawnee Ritual
The Hunter’s Moon hung low in the sky when Chief Elkhart took his place near the center of the medicine wheel. He raised his sun-worn face and Thaway painted red and white lines on his cheeks. Wearing a headdress adorned with elk antlers and eagl...
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Getting Even
The sky was dark and it was raining on the day I returned to the gallows. I thought it was finally the end, but prayed to find my way to freedom. I never lost hope. As they placed the rope around my neck, the new preacher in town came to read a bible p...
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My Twelve-Year-Old and Her Gun
The man started after me, but he stopped cold when he heard the shotgun blast. It was Sarah, my twelve-year-old daughter. She was on horseback, holding that Winchester like a natural. Sarah moved closer. The taller man reached for his gun. She fired a ...