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  • 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 over 4 years 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 ...

  • Mambo Delia

    The sweetness inside Audie turned sour as her clothes stuck to her in the humidity of southern Florida. The words replayed in her head as she continued to stare at her Aunt Melissandra. Melissandra purposefully avoided her niece’s gaze. She knew Audi...

  • Suburban Blues

    Slumped, cymbals break the invisible waves. In the world, in a continent, in a division of state, in a city, in a county, in a suburb, in a house, her head steers away from backlit words and moving pictures, from nurtured “plants” and the limey gre...

  • lalala

    “Me? You don’t want to hear my stories. I’m just a lost old man; I’m not wise and I’m not sucessful, as you see, living among you, for what will only be a short while. I’ve traveled my life through, no family to go home to, no reason, reall...

  • calling all nostalgia babies Hey. So much good has come out of this website and those of you who have sustained it, and this is making me way too sad. Please, don’t be shy. Add me on Facebook. Follow me on twitter. It will be a grand ...

    • Author: Kihd
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • Melancholy Overthrow [Draft]

    “Look at the snow, Reno,” West mused wistfully. “Yeah. Snow. It comes and goes with winter weather.” “We didn’t have it back home.” “In Cali? Hah, I’d imagine not.”

    • Author: Riley
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • Victor No More [Draft]

    Joyful the occasion, though I feel nothing but selfish dread I cannot help but think in my little head That I have lost a war And will fall among dead heroes with my heart ever sore I hold you dear But he has won Congratulations.

    • Author: Riley
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • Mediocrity [Draft]

    Across the sea, chained to a rock, I see Prometheus. The harbinger of the flames that now sustained the small insects that he calls mankind is surely regretting his choice, as the Man of the Sky sends a disciple daily to tear something from his heavily...

    • Author: Riley
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • The Sparrow [Draft]

    The sunrise was beautiful as always as he sat on his back porch next to her empty rocking chair. The breeze smelled of flowers and freshly cut grass as it so often did. Though he missed her, and though he felt as if watching the sunrise without her was...

    • Author: Riley
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • Gods Do Fall [Draft]

    The lesser god lay curled up under a beat-up white sink in the bathroom of the small apartment he shared with a faun in a pool of his own silver-colored blood, husky orbs staring blank into space. Blood still slowly oozed from his nostrils, but also fr...

    • Author: Riley
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • ABCDraft

    A million fill Whaler’s B ay. The wind’ll weigh thin, they say, it’ll dwindle down 2 C lothespins in the hay of our hot vacation D ay.

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Bye Ficly Freestyle Rant (draft) (Mature)

    all this wallowing is hollowing more than you, shot swallowing, floor, nice to meet you, I sat at the bars n’ saw stars, a single smile goes more miles than love letters to juveniles, ugh, reflect on mistakes until you can stand to collect anothe...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Yer Lessons (draft) + More

    yer transgressions were aggressions, yer hands, yer lessons, and the pain of being scared, cornered and bared, quivering sore shivering for so long unable to breathe thinking this is wrong I can grieve this song will not leave it belongs I can breathe ...

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