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  • Laying Down

    I lay down. It’s a bad idea, as the odds of getting up again seem to reduce each time. That’s not in any way some dramatic allusion to death, just a statement as to the vitality and reliability of my joints. The ceiling should be blank. It ...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Distraction

    I hate it when I loose my thought It makes me mad, its all for naught The words come quickly to my mind Then out they go, for me to find They play there little petty game Of hide and seek much to my shame I try and try to get them back Only to see them...

  • Spite

    What sparked the hatred then Is not recalled again The flames will upward rise To blacken your surprise An agony to blink It tortures you to think Your choking will to breathe The smoke from which I seethe Each moment brings you pain Mistaken is my gai...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
  • Stepping Forward.

    “I cant believe her. How could she treat me like this? …How could I let her treat me like this……. UGHHH! I’ll be so glad once I’ve finally settled in at Dan’s. At least I’ll be able to live my life uninte...

  • Taking Control (cont.)

    “What, Mother!?” “Kelly, can we please just talk about this? “There’s nothing left to talk about Mom.” “Kelly you’re making a huge mistake! You cant just move in with that boy, don’t you think you&#...

  • Journal Entry

    Your written word holds deep The emotions that make you weep Allegorical or obvious prose Feelings no one else knows An exercise in stress relief Or to exorcise the grief A passion held with great affection To ease the pain of life’s complication...

  • Taking Control

    Conversation between Kelly’s parents. “I am not going to stand here and let Kelly continue to see that boy! “Oh, let it go, Diane. They are two grown adults capable of making their own decisions.” “No, they are obviously not capable of making...

  • Birthday Girl

    Today is my birthday. Not just any old odd-numbered anniversary mind, but the centenary. The big 100. Traditional congratulatory letter from the Queen imminent. (Apparently the letter is ‘personalised’, but surely they use a generic templat...

  • A Willingness to Listen

    A man and a song once met On the keys in the back of a room The song didn’t mind the fluorescent light Or the piano being out of tune The man reached out with his hands And beckoned the song come near He asked to know its beginnings and ends Then...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Look In The Corners Of Libraries

    A young woman with brunette hair that curled at its tips and plastic cat-eye glasses sat sideways with her legs draped over one arm of a comfy, orange chair in the corner of the local library. She was reading a Hemingway novel intensely. Occasionally t...

  • Thirty-two Years of Miscommunication

    In all the ways to take my leave I’ve never left with gasoline Tread under tires as I heave A deathly cough at 9:15 My hands unsteady on the wheel The road can’t pass by fast enough An angry pounding heart I feel Forgetting all my other stu...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • To Feel Beneath

    With neither rhyme nor reason, Barker awoke. Pitiable attempts to will himself back to sleep met stiff resistence from something deeper, more primal. A huff and a sigh preceded his reticent roll onto his back. High above the thin clouds had all but dis...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • An Incomplete Journey

    Dorothy came to a gradual halt. The footsteps of her new friends had dwindled, so she placed her fingertips to her lips and spun about, waving a hand over her head with a cry of encouragement. “Come on! We simply must make it through this forest ...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted about 1 month ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • On The Now pt 15

    The copters are with us and the Thought Police are not far behind, scaling just a few floors below us. Lights shine intense, even though the sun is sufficient. I’m blinded by the copter’s glare and appropriately furious that I cannot look u...

  • On The Now pt 14

    Waking back up, I’m being grabbed by Jacob, pulled up over the edge and the sun is now hotter than ever before. I pull myself to my feet, proud and nervous. But before I can look up, before I can accept what has happened I spin my sight down. Dow...

  • On The Now pt 13

    Omniscience doesn’t seem out of the question at the moment. Sheets of water layer themselves on top of their dead brethren. I turn for a look at the far side of the lake. Trees line all of the perimeter, but I see further. In the picture that pan...

  • On The Now pt 12

    More grass. I’m moving through the woods as temperate rain pours down. The day is drenched as am I. I move and move through the woods until I come to a lake. Overflowing from the rain, the lake is clearly not impressed by my might. The rain is po...

  • On The Now pt 11

    I think back to earlier writings of mine and others. Ancient names like Voltaire, Socrates, Durkheim, Marx, and Jesus Christ all filter back to me. The goal for knowing returns. Our universe, a place which is obsessed with the now and past and future i...

  • On The Now pt 10

    I swing my gaze upward for a moment, blinded by the auburn Sun, dazzling yet dying. I’m only a mere 11 stories from the top. They’re closing in, but only on themselves. The quick weapons and traps to capture me on the 66th have detonated an...

  • On The Now pt 9

    I’m at the corner of the tower now. Around it I hear Jacob climbing at one mph faster than myself. He’s ahead now. The copters are finally arrived, yet hesitant to shoot. The monetary value of the tower is too precious a testament to risk h...

  • On The Now pt 8

    And then they’ll bring up the x-ray sights and see me chasing through the hall, but already will they be positioned inside the building and I’ll be gone. And by then the acetylene torches will be brought up the nuclear guns to bring me down...

  • On The Now pt 7

    Just now, a fire zips past my left shoulder. Good Jesus, they’re shooting at us now! I climb to my left. And up now. I fiddle with the wall to position myself below an open window and I pull myself in. I sprint across the hall, filled with vials ...

  • On The Now pt 6

    Of course knowledge is more than just memories and dreams and experiences. What about people? Others. In their own right, they are a genre of knowledge. People are vessels as well for the descriptions that carry meaning are they not? My fascination wit...

  • On The Now pt 5

    The fields that consumed my mind were often projected into reality. I would sit for hours at my desk, toiling at the white paper when suddenly, a field as perfect as painting, would span across my horizon. The visuals were…surreal. But the memori...

  • On The Now pt 4

    And in dreams was a curious thought. Asleep, we see what awake we cannot. I had been dreaming of grass. A plain thought. Plain, but sweeping and consuming. I was peaced by these dreams. Dreams of fields of blue and green and white. Dreams of more enthr...

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