Stories tagged “island”
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an island called ficly
Pyropunk stood behind some rocks that littered the almost barren island and watched the spectacle on the beach. A few of his old friends (and fiends) were assembled and more seemed to be arriving by the minute. Some were still trying to rid themselves ...
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Expedition: Science
Flotsam and Jetsam crawled from the wreckage. A crab trundled toward them, its claws raised high, clicking and clacking like castanets. “We should step away; that thing’s packed full of rocket fuel and may explode.” Jetsam dragged his...
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Waking Up
Yawwwwwn I open my eyes, excpecting to be in my comfy, plush bed with the pillows all around me and my cat snuggling next to me… But alas, there is sand in my pajama shorts and in my hair. I have dried seaweed stuck to my legs and arms. I see my ...
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arrival of the light
Fire sketched across the roiling sky. Figurative fire, but no less bright for all that. The orange tendrils had finally reached this place, this infinetismally tiny pebble balanced on the surface of the darkest, deepest, wildest void the ocean possesse...
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Company for Breakfast
The island was slightly larger than it looked from the shore, and consisted of a beach around a small copse of trees. In the middle of the trees was a picnic table, and someone had laid out a breakfast consisting of assorted pastries and a pitcher of o...
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Into the Blue Again
“So what happens now?” I asked, after we’d finished with breakfast and put everything away. “Well, I could keep you here forever,” Jackie admitted. “It would be nice to have someone there whenever I daydreamed…R...
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Washed Ashore
I awakened on the sand, my lungs forcibly expelling water. The beach was no more than a white-hot glare to my eyes, and the grit tore painfully on my sunburned and peeling skin. But I was alive. The passage of time was slow, adrift on the ocean. I reme...
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Hope
The sound of the waves silently woke Garret from a terrible nights sleep. His pillow a rock, his blanket a bunch of palm leaves. Today was day 46. Forty-six days since Garret’s one seater plane went down 10 miles off the coast of what is now Garr...
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My Island Between Worlds
I was sitting on a beach with soft, fine sand. I didn’t know how I had ended up there. I couldn’t see any foot prints leading to or from me. It was as if I suddenly appeared. The sky was a twisting torrent of colors- twilight’s blue h...
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The Island
There’s an island, a pretty sizable one, big enough to support a growing and thriving population. This community that’s established itself on this firmly-set island is one of sharing, one of support. In all of the denizens’ endeavors,...
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The islands to the North
The Grey Tower looked majestic in the dawn light, he thought, looking at the tall building before him. Two of the moons were visible, and the sky was clear, save a few clouds moving to the North, behind the tower. He looked around, at the sandy beach o...
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Isle: October 1, 2009
Nearing the Island, about a couple of hours and then I should be there. I pray that no troubles arise during my exploration of the Island. I have enough supplies in the boat to last me around two months and it’s a week and a half sail back to New...
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Isle: October 2, 2009
Took the boat around the Island. Seems to be around 15 kilometers in circumferance. Took a short swim over to the Island. Saw plenty of marine life on my way there. I’ll catalogue them later. Saw few signs of animal life on the beach. A couple of...
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The White Ship and Little Men
She looked over the waves that rolled gently against her body out into the blue sea broken only by a white ship. She gave harbor to the ship and watched over it as the little men aboard slept at night. Then the little men would leave her with no thanks...
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Ficlets Synopsis: Nina, Queen of the Unicorns
Begins: http://ficlets.ficly.com/stories/168 Nina notices a strange terrarium on her co-worker Alan’s desk. It seems bigger on the inside than the outside, and has strange creatures in it that he claims are unicorns. When Nina shows a bit too muc...
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For Franz Josef Land
The plane bounced through several more pockets of turbulence as they crossed the bay. The island was in sight, as the pilot dipped low enough for Fitz to see its hilly peak through the cockpit windows. From the rear of the plane, there was more intermi...
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Brought To Light
Rose stomped toward the window, leaned against the wall, and let out a discontented sigh. We had been sitting in that dank room for nearly four hours. “I just don’t understand it!” she shouted. “Julia wouldn’t just run off...