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  • Airships: Frail Deeds, Frail Men

    Elletra gulped at the red that slowly spread down Hawkeye’s jacket. It merged perfectly with red edging; Elletra forced a deep breath and took a closer look. The sword had sliced cleanly through the rough leather surface, the cut striking one of ...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted 13 days ago.
  • The Ship is Sinking

    Don’t let me fault you for your lack of trying, For I am just as guilty as you. It’s not the fact that I am slowly dying, The truths beneath my fictions lying. I rest in a deathbed, built for you. Cobwebs and dust surround my quiet corner, ...

    • Author: Murj;
    • Posted 14 days ago.
  • Airships: To See with Blinding Sight

    The gun settled, ivory grips cold against his palms. An unfamiliar if perfectly balanced weight. At this range, despite a pain that turned the world into starry fractals, there was no possibility of missing. The explosion was deafening, a distant echo ...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted 14 days ago.
  • Like a phoenix from the Ficly

    And so it came to pass that the word of the Almighty was addressed to Kevin and said unto him “Go forth and build a community of superb awesomeness, the like of which has never been seen upon the Earth. You shall call it Ficlets and it shall be t...

  • Creepers

    She heard the scuttling sounds following so closely behind her. How could she not? She knew she was shedding infectious particles at an alarming rate. It was why she chose this particular route, to minimize her contact with others. This disease wasn...

  • Writing

    Writing is a special form of insanity, Voices clattering, Nattering, Screaming to get out. Shining, Blinding, Compelling a feverish obsession. Ideas are a puff in the wind, Vaporous, There and gone again, Scrabble to grab them, Fingers close around the...

  • Airships: Getting Ready [Draft]

    Elletra noticed with a start that Hawkeye was no longer carrying his beloved cavalry saber and Martese revolver. Instead, he was sporting a far more dangerous-looking weapon, a proper sword that must have been four feet long hanging from a large belt w...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted 17 days ago.
  • Airships: Brothers in Arms [Draft]

    “It’s not that simple. He’s,” he hesitated, “gifted, you could say. I had some skill with many weapons; he was amazing with a sword.” They opened the doors. Dieter aul Janse-Lomberg tilted his head at the intrusion, ...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted 17 days ago.
  • Solitary

    “I’m fine.” I’ve never needed someone so badly. “Well, university is a very unstable time. Everything is changing, the future’s uncertain. I don’t feel it’s a good time to be starting a relationship.̶...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted 17 days ago.
  • Ascension: Revelations [Draft]

    “Kurzweil One, go weapons hot. Destroy the shuttle.” “1984, we don’t have the -” “Do not question my orders. We cannot risk those rebels getting hold of noncon production capability.” “They’re civil...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted 17 days ago.
  • Last of the Three Hundred [Draft]

    Finely honed senses prompt me to turn, but there’s nothing there. No threats. No allies. No brothers. Where once I had hundreds soldiers just like me, then dozens, then one last team blazing at the darkness – now, silence. No one will ever ...

    • Author: HSAR
    • Posted 17 days ago.
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  • More Than Dischord

    Through tear and wear, I feel quite weary, actually. Seeing age pass by… Well it’s kind of like a song. You could know what chord is SUPPOSED to come next. I-V-I. But instead, the tune you knew is suddenly atonal. Forget about structure. Al...

  • The Light and the Dark

    I was introduced to Ficly during and online writing course from a SUNY (State University of New York). I had never even considered writing for a random audience. It was intriguing, but as part of a single week’s assignment for the course, I was c...

  • Colours

    Blinding colours peer through the night, spreading light onto a grayscale life. Eradicating dark corners, conquering doubts and fears. A fleeting dream, a simple delusion; could mere colors burn so bright? We are but unfinished paintings, on barren can...

    • Author: Henjo
    • Posted 17 days ago.
  • That's The Difference

    “Don’t stop, you fucking whore.” He spoke through a clenched jaw.

  • Take A Night Off

    We sat down for coffee, But she kept looking at her watch. “Do you have somewhere you need to be?” “I work at 9 tonight, sorry. I just don’t want to miss it.” “You could use some time off. You work almost every night.” “Well… I do lov...

  • Flies and Fishhooks

    Fish hooks’ll kill ya. Tear through the thickest of skin. I’m warning you. Don’t get too close. I’ll hook you hard. And only I can decide when to let you go. So think good and hard. I don’t even need bait. I just throw my line and pull. I’l...

  • d;kfa;skdj

    We can all cry about our little heart aches. And she told me that nightingales were symbols for unrequited love. “Is that true?” I asked. At least I am not a nightingale. But then I remembered all the things I am. And suddenly, my watercolor smile ...

  • Titled, "Please, don't read this."

    Let me have it now. You don’t even have to give it to me. I will reach on my own. I will grasp on my own. I want to feel less. Yes, I am asking for the numbness. You can’t take it. Let me have my voice. I don’t want to sing. And it’s one in the...

  • Sneeze

    It’s like my body is reminding my soul I can’t have it. I take in the scent and my soul shrieks because it wants it so badly. And for the first time ever, I sneezed. The dearest smell, the most comforting, but distant smell made me sneeze. And I ca...

  • Oh Moon

    Hide, bitter moon, from this mossy world. It clouds your light with it’s own. Which is more important? Hide, sad moon, from the fiery sun. We know that it’s beautiful, but you’ve been burnt before. Hide, tired moon, from the night. It’s where y...

  • Philippine

    Looking out at the wreckage, a tear slid from an almond eye. The only vision she’d witnessed of trees and buildings and babies and people swirled together and ripped apart and swirled together again. How much of the darkness was water and how much wa...

  • Good Girl

    Oh, don’t you love to patronize me. Oh, and I let you. You’re a shot-calling, wide brained son of a bitch that thinks you can tell me what to do. Well, as sure as the antelope escapes the lion’s jaw and the prettiest flower secretes the deadliest...

  • jfj

    The way that raindrops on windows find each other to slide down glass silently, I want to feel a child inside of my body. The way that the wind sweeps up garbage into a little tornado before settling back down a little farther away, I want to hold a ch...

  • Rolling Up

    Manti’s sticky hands grasped Jesus and he brought him to his gummy mouth as the house burned down behind him in broad daylight. It was summer and the heat was already unbearable, but the deed was done. It wasn’t long before Johnny heard the sirens ...

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