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  • 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 about 1 month 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 about 1 month 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 about 1 month 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 about 1 month 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 about 1 month 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 about 1 month 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 about 1 month 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 about 1 month 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 ...

  • Another Long Goodbye

    God, it feels like mourning. Like we are all lamenting a new lost love, the death of a King, the decimation of our homeworld. I’ve been here so long now. Seen so many fresh young faces walk these red-trimmed halls looking for a place to write and...

    • Author: inky blue
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • White Room

    I sit here alone in this Little White Room, alone with my thoughts. I sit here alone in this Little White Room, I stare at the floor, at the ceiling, struggling with this pain that I’m feeling. I lie here alone in my Little White Room, torn betwe...

    • Author: Reaver19
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • a farewell

    This will be the last thing I post here. Though I was not an active member for long, and I didn’t know many of you, I will still miss this place. I enjoyed reading other’s works. I enjoyed the challenges that were created, I enjoyed everyth...

  • Game of love

    I forgot what it was like to have a broken heart. I don’t care if you known them for a week or a lifetime when you feel that connection and then it is severed it hurts. It hurts as if someone is squeezing your heart and twisting it at the same ti...

  • In The Beginning...

    And there was light. “Hm! Pretty!” He thought. He idly turned it off then back on again. “That’ll never get old. Although this place is covered in water. Here.” He flipped the light off and on again. “Huh. Better, but not quite right. D...

    • Author: Scavenger
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
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  • Where it began

    The lights turned red and as I slowed to stop I noticed the corner dairy across the intersection. Looking away, I wound down my window and gazed out over the ocean to my right; it was hot under the mid day sun and breeze was refreshing. I could hear th...

    • Author: Isla
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • The Last Ficly

    I said I wouldn’t cry… When I think back over the times I’ve poured my heart out on this site, I can’t believe I never considered a day when it would be gone. This place has always been more than a few pixels on my laptop screen...

    • Author: Abby (LoA)
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
    • 5 out of 5
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