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  • Pretty Moon

    What emotional beings we are. No, no. Not everyone is. I always forget that. Caught up in your nest of life… I mean I am caught in my nest of life. But Jesus, this is a huge tree. And look across the way—is that another tree? Some people ju...

  • Anxious Hands

    He had last seen her at graduation. Sunny outlook, sunny hair, sunny future. They had been comfortable friends and never more. It had suited them. They had sat near each other in the clarinet section of the high school band. She had once brutalized him...

    • Author: awayken
    • Posted 11 months ago.
  • Origin: The Exchange

    Carter peered through the window and saw light reflecting off a perfect white cappuccino-foam of cloud. “Beautiful” he muttered, the old fear of flying subsumed into this: a tranquil immanence. “Breakfast” said Shaw, bringing hi...

    • Author: JonB
    • Posted 11 months ago.
  • 15. The Challenge: Wonders Ever Cease

    Challenge me to a staring contest? The one who looks away first has to stay in the glass case, the bell jar. It’s not easy being eternal, you know? My story will end very soon, but not because my suffering will cease. You should understand that ...

  • Victim and Perpetrator (Mature)

    So I got really drunk, So I felt you up. So I felt your gentle hand move mine away. So I slept a while. So I awoke, panicked. So I tried to leave. And nobody let me. So there were sirens down the street. So I worried. So you calmed me. So I apologized ...

  • Corpus (Mature)

    He was smaller than the commander had expected. And hairier. He lay within crisp hospital linen like a broken bird fallen in snow. “Jeez, what a mess. Status?” The medician consulted his tablet. “In a bad way, as you can see. Extensiv...

    • Author: JonB
    • Posted 11 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A salesman calls

    The ringing of the doorbell had punctured her dream; she blinked, trying to clear the moisture from her eyes. The bell rang again. Stupid bitch, why didn’t she answer it? Slowly, painfully, she struggled up and out of her chair, clinging to her w...

    • Author: JonB
    • Posted 11 months ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Airships: A Heart's Paradox

    Elletra couldn’t breathe. She stared at his desperate eyes, her tongue seeming to forget how to speak. Her thoughts were on a speeding train just about to derail. The one man that she had found again. The one that she actually wanted. And he had ...

  • I rode my bike

    The sun was a burst yolk, spreading across the sky. I rode my bike. Stones crunched beneath my tyres; the chain creaked as I pushed up the hill. Reaching the summit, I freewheeled. Past hedgerows, rustling and chirping with hidden life. Grassy ditches ...

    • Author: JonB
    • Posted 12 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Origin: Memories

    “Why is all this here?” Shaw looked over the mausoleum of ancient statues. Great war machines and colossal guardians in permanent attention lined the dusty floor as far as the eye could see. “It was once needed.” Ishmael guided...

  • Origin: Ultrastructure

    Carter looked up as Shaw staggered into the laboratory. “Good God, Harry! You look dreadful. Where on earth have you been?” “Hiding. Avoiding the telephone. Running out of tea…” Taking the hint, Carter rose and flicked the...

    • Author: JonB
    • Posted 12 months ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Revenge is an Understatement (Mature)

    She never loved me. No. She always wanted to see my life end up like the pile of shit it has become. Well, soon she won’t be able to see anything at all. Much less make my life a living hell. As I climb into her bedroom window, I cannot help but ...

  • Connections

    On August 2, 2083 the orange sky turned to grey. The dawning of that new day forever changed our planet. Cyborgs swarmed through city streets worldwide. Like locust, they devoured everything in their path. Beijing, Cairo, London, Los Angeles, Mexico Ci...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted 12 months ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Made in America

    Donnie thumbed a crease out of his otherwise perfect white cuff. His hands didn’t look any different today. He knew that blood didn’t really stain skin but he felt like there should be some evidence that marked him. Not that his hands had d...

  • Out of the Rain

    Stephen crouched on the edge of a toilet seat, gingerly picking twigs out his hair and dropping them into the water below him. Once he had picked his hair clean, he checked his bruised skin for blood. Probing a purplish bruise that ran along his wrist ...

  • 9. Finally, my Solo!

    Pride was something I never had much of, for my own part. I was proud of my parents, proud of my siblings and friends. I was always waiting for the moment I would do something worthy of praise. That moment still hasn’t come, and now in my after l...

  • 8. ZXooomed!

    Speed increases as I hurtle my way downwards towards my incipient concussion with some as-yet-unseen ground. At least, I assume there will be something hard below me to impact. This is a mental flight: destination, oblivion, or so I hope. However, as t...

  • 7. Cramped

    Space is limited here in the box. It reminds me of the other boxes I left behind. The bullies’ spaces, after dying. Like this glass compartment, a viewing booth of sorts, their boxes were sterile, clean. So were their bodies. The ichor I left beh...

  • Burning Both Ends

    William Joseph Eddington walked from chaos to tranquility. Be it all but for a moment, the spinning door of the MSB Building in downtown Los Angeles allowed him an opportunity to leave the hubbub of city life and enter a Shangri-La of silence. He knew ...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted 12 months ago.
  • Larry's Suspension of Disbelief

    Row by row, the image formed. Since her leg was not a flat surface, it was distorted. This could be seen as symbolic: mysterious shards of the complete works. “You eluded me in the case of Marie Roget, Madeleine, but I solved your cipher of the ...

  • Free Wheeling

    Alice crept silently into the tree outside Jane’s window for the third time in a week – the first two times had ended in lectures and the threat of grounding. She was sure the hooded flashlight and rubber-soled shoes would make the differen...

    • Author: ipe
    • Posted 12 months ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Cheerfulness

    I used to be happy most of the time, but that changed this spring when Pa found my collection, the bits of rats, I had stashed behind the woodstove. He locked me here in the cellar, taking my collection with him. Later I smelled it burning. I was desol...

  • Mounties Against Drunk Equestrianism

    Hank pushed through the swinging doors and stared slowly across the sky. He said goodbye to another saloon, in a cold Manitoba town, under another tequila sunrise. Hank was a hired hand, working on the dreams he planned to try. Drinking made the days g...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Medium

    ‘Thank you for calling New World Industries Incorporated. For general enquiries, press one. For product information, press two…’ Every corporate answering service seems required by law to include a voice full of artificial joy. I could he...

    • Author: n0m
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Lookout

    Joe scrambled to minimize his email at the sudden appearance of his boss. “Hello, Joe,” said Mr. Blitzstein. “Say, I know this is short notice, but I need you in Vegas this weekend.” “Is there an issue with our Nevada dist...

    • Author: awayken
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Hole in the Head

    Time and space fell into oblivion. The sleeper slipped into unconsciousness. He found himself again, outstretched on the bed and alone, but the air no longer had the same sour sent. A fresh coat of paint and the gentle sting of new carpet touched his n...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Deleted. J

    I just deleted a couple stories on Ficly. I’ve done it before. The stories received multiple positive comments. Most had five stars. But that one negative, the one that turns a good story into the worst I’ve ever written. Why do I put impor...

    • Author: 32 ^2
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Psychosis

    The curtains did not close completely and so light found its way through. With a laptop, in a hotel room on the Strip, he told a story that no one heard. The story was her story, it was their story. She was with him, at his side, on the bed. He knew he...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Recession - II

    Humanity sat at the edge of disintegration. Two boys followed a trail of broken concrete grafted in and between parched vegetation. They walked, past twisted wooden beams and emaciated structures, toward the end; the house at the bottom of a long and f...

    • Author: BiC
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Twitter Stalker

    I was still holding Dan’s phone when the knock came again. His eyes were wide, while mine were narrowed. I was trying to make sense of what he’d shown me when he got up to answer the door. On his phone was a message from a Twitter follower:...

    • Author: awayken
    • Posted about 1 year ago.
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