Stories tagged “ficly”

  • The absence of light.

    The shadowman whispered. “The wicked walk free while the righteous sleep. Are you sleeping Little Brother? I am not.” He was bright, luminescent, terrible, glorious, consuming. I was awestruck. The whisper came again through the light. “Do you wa...

    • Author: Roymcm
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Jumper

    I was a man, and now I am nothing. For every wormhole I’ve ever traveled through, another tragic realization reaches my senses by the arrival of “the end.” Another friend, dead millennia in the past. Another love, missing in the fabri...

  • Inspired

    His brand new addiction was taking root in his psyche. He had churned out story after story, bound within a sphere whose dimensions were all one kilobyte. After several hours the stories stopped coming. The people he could see only in the window of his...

  • Silent Goodbye

    He held her hand listening to her breathing. He tried to remember when he would hear her breathing softly next to him without the gurgle of heavy liquid falling and rising with every breath. He took the moistening stick, dipped it into the cool water, ...

    • Author: JT
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
  • The purist

    Inside the layered sphere, the fire started with a storm a neutrons, and fission bloomed. As matter turned into energy, plasma vaporized the inner layers, blasting matter apart and expanding, wasting layer upon layer, until the thickness of the sphere ...

    • Author: Nowomowa
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
  • Nevermore

    Oscar was a farmer by trade but a thespian at heart. Every evening Oscar would fill his lantern with oil and pace about his cabin rehearsing lines for the upcoming community play. Good roles did not come often for Oscar so he was determined to rehearse...

  • "Try changing the tone of the sentence..." (Mature)

    “You know, you talk too much.” Nothing. “You know, you talk too much.” Nothing. “You know, you talk too much.” Nothing . Stupid machine. The sign says it is a talking machine full of surprise responses that are rando...

  • Mighty-Joe Picks Up The Transmission

    Bartimaeus continued to lay down covering fire as the Fictomous Bolt retreated to the skies then he turned the helicopter around and followed after. “This is Bartimaeus reporting from the ’Copter. Do you read? Over.” The transmission ...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted almost 5 years ago.
    • 2 out of 5
  • Expected unexpectedness.

    “A marriage is bloody private and so is a confession.” His voice was both defensive and threatening at the same time, almost like the growl emanating from a predator when they find themselves cornered by a predator of their own. It made Bil...

  • Without The Rain

    Truer words were never spoken, Ah, but true words leave hearts broken! Truth is only for the wise, Lovers ought to stick to lies. For a rose can’t live without the rain, And a heart can’t strive without the pain. But part of loving is letting ...

  • No Such Thing as Coincidence

    Kevin couldn’t quite grasp it: he’d received horrified complaints that a shut-down count-down timer had embedded itself into the site. But when he went in to check the code, there wasn’t anything out of place. He scanned through it al...

  • How to use Inspiration (A ficly tutorial) (Outdated)

    As you well know, Ficly’s inspiration system is not up and working. So, in the mean time, I have figured out a way to use pictures as your inspiration inside the editor. All you have to do to get an image is to surround the image URL with exclam...

    • Author: Oy
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • Self Esteem

    If I had a pencil to chew nervously, I would. It’s stupid, to be terrified of the faceless peer pressure out there. Nameless, too – no one uses their real name on the internet. Intarwebs. Whatever. And yet, here I am, editing, re-editing, d...

    • Author: B. Booth
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Stop

    STOP!!! Stop what? Should I stop thinking, my existence, texting while driving. There are so many things stop could of wanted to stop. Also, who is it to tell me what to specificly stop when I see stop. I’ll stop clipping my toenails, or talking ...

    • Author: K.O.
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Writer's Ritual

    Sip jasmine tea slowly Light a blue candle, blue as night Soft music on the radio Miles Davis rippling smooth on the eardrums With your mother’s mortar and pestle, grind down an amethyst into fine violet powder Mix it with wine, swallow it, wash it d...

  • The Prophecy

    Following the thread of the eight-legged hunter Many shall descend upon the place of fig leaves Each with their instrument leaving a thousand marks So that another may complete the work.

    • Author: Zerrakhi
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
  • Initially Speaking: The Fictitious Account (pt. 2)

    She nods, but I can tell she’s not thoroughly convinced. “What’s the job this time?” “Sadie, you know I can’t say too much.” “Nor do I want to know too much, I just want to know where my work will be seen...

  • Not at 7Eleven...

    There were two boys named Elvis in my class. Being grade 4 at Holy Mary’s, most kids knew nothing about the Elvis, but my mother still worshipped him: pictures, songs, and at least once a week she would throw one of her Complete Elvis box set mov...

  • Ficly Lands Under Storm Cover

    Captain Jason circled looking for a place to land, being covered by the dark billowing clouds that were The Silent Storm. He’d yet to say anything but he was attempting to help. “Looks like we’re going to have to land in the water....

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Exactly How I Decided to Join Ficly

    “I think I want to write things.” “Whut. Like fur realz?” “You’re an inner voice, not a LOLcat.” “Well, one of us has to be fun and interesting!” The voice paused. "And you didn’t even sa...

    • Author: osoe
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • To my Family Here on Ficly

    To my awesome family here on ficly, I love you all very much.

  • Ten and Two

    The rain. Rain falls. It gets stuff wet. I step in it, let it splash on me, and I get wet. I am young. I don’t care for what the grown ones do. I just run and play, back and forth, to and fro. I fall down once more. I laugh. I see some birds fly ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • forming ficlets

    How do you use this space? Do you use it for its intended purpose, community-contributed storytelling? Fascinating idea, but the ego and jaw of creative types I know might harden at the prospect. Twitch a bit at a horrid or troll pre/sequel. Conversely...

    • Author: CrashCrash
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Five pencils

    A few weeks ago I read a story that actually haunted me for days. I still click on the author’s profile frequently to see whether she’s written anything else. Because I want to read more. That story kept me entertained at traffic lights, an...

    • Author: Coccinella
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5