The Observer

Avatar Author: Textual Phoenix A former Ficleteer. Now, I am a Ficly acolyte - a Ficlyte, if you will. (You can thank uselessness for that term!) Spread the word, brothers and sisters! :-D 10/23/13 - Over 2 years since I last posted something her... Read Bio

I watch the paramedics work. They’re trying so hard. I can’t see who they’re working on, but they’re determined.

I try to recall what happened. Everything flashes by in a blur. The party. Taking the keys from Tom. Driving him home.

We started arguing. I can’t quite recall about what, but it was loud. I guess I wasn’t paying as much attention to the road as I should have.

I remember lights.

A truck horn.

A loud crunch.


Then the ambulance was there. I saw them taking Tom away, but he looked okay. I hear them mention a broken leg and punctured lung.

My attention is brought back to the scene at my feet. They’re yelling, but something’s wrong. I’m hearing them like we’re at opposite ends of a long tunnel. They’re frantic, but it’s like they’re moving in slow motion. What’s going on?

“No good,” I hear one say. “She’s gone.” The person they worked so hard to save is dead.

Wait… She?

Oh, God. Me.

I’m dead. I’m only 17. I can’t be…

But I am.

So, what comes next? The afterlife, or just noth

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Comments (2 so far!)

  1. Avatar Textual Phoenix

    This is one I’ve re-published from Ficlets. It was the third story I ever wrote on Ficlets, and, by far, my favourite. I hope anyone new to Ficly who wasn’t on Ficlets enjoys it as much as I do.

  2. Avatar Scrawler's Secret

    This one really hit me and i really dont know why.

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