Stories tagged “mighty-joe young”

  • 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 over 10 years ago.
    • 2 out of 5
  • [noir 1] Missing Mister Mess

    Ten ’till closing, and here she was, wrapped in her faux-fur coat, tears rolling down her cheeks. What a dame, I thought, as I handed her a tissue. “Please, Joe, ya gotta help me. He’s gone, my Mess is gone!” Her name was Marli....

  • [noir 2] Sophia's Diner

    Sophia ran this greasy-spoon kinda dive down the street from the station. The food was a guaranteed heart-attack, but she served the best cup of Joe in town. No pun intended. Marli and I took a seat at a booth in the back. Sophia came for our orders. D...

  • [noir 3] WFCY, Ficland Heights

    “You said Mess took an umbrella with him when he left, but it hasn’t rained here in Ficland Heights in weeks.” Marli nodded, comprehension sliding across her face like a ray of golden sun through a cloudy sky. “The radio people ...

  • [noir 4] The Raines Motel

    Now leaving Ficland Heights said a little green sign on the side of the road. A couple miles down, another sign informed me that we had 52 more miles to go before Point Blanche. Marli hadn’t said more than a couple words since we’d left WFC...

  • [noir 5] Missing Miss Marli

    I did my best not to watch as Marli readied herself for bed. Lead me not into temptation, I thought to myself. What a dame! I poured myself a drink from a flask in my coat, stripped down to my skivvies and undershirt, then downed the drink in one gulp....

  • [noir 6] A Change of Plans

    “The name’s Kevin Lawver.” said the man. “I’m an undercover cop. I’ve been watching you ever since miss Marli showed up at your door. She’s a dangerous woman, Joe. You’ve got no idea the mess you’ve...

  • [noir 7] Point Blanche, Point Blank

    I felt like a tumbleweed in a hurricane, completely out of place and overwhelmed by the storm. These recent developments threw crooked shadows over everything I’d learned thus far. Yet still, they were the only clues I had at my disposal, so I ha...

  • [noir 8] Should Have Been A Painter

    It was dark. Could have been the burlap sack over my head. My wrists itched from their binds and my back hurt from the awkward position I’d been in for… how long? How long had I been out? Drugged twice in two days, I thought. I think itR...

  • [noir 9] The Luxurious Brown Estate

    I awoke to candlelight. I was strapped to a chair which, upon examination, was quite expensive-looking. Taking a gander at my surroundings I realized I was in a very fine banquet room, sitting at the head of a long table. At the other end, past all the...

  • [noir 10] Miss Jessica Brown

    “I don’t know how much you’ve figured out, Mr. Young, so I’ll fill you in. Marli, my dearest sister, has taken it upon herself to steal my inheritance for herself. See, Mother always trusted me more, and Marli knew that. When Mo...

  • [noir 11] Things Aren't As They Seem

    The door to the left of Miss Brown burst open and Kevin Lawver stormed into the room, pulling Marli and a scruffy looking man behind him. I assumed the man was the elusive Mr. Mess. “Just in time!” cheered Miss Brown, clapping her hands. &#...

  • [noir 12] The Truth Comes Out

    “Joe, shoot her!” Marli screamed. “Drop it, pal.” Said one of the men in the shadows. “Everybody shut up and back off!” I shouted. “I need some goddamn answers!” I brought the gun up, leveling it first at...

  • [noir 13] The Truth Comes Out (part 2) (Mature)

    “I’m sick of your lies!” shouted Jessica, as she produced a snub revolver from a garter on her thigh. She charged at Mess and fired, the bullet ripping through his body. Instinctively, my finger squeezed on my trigger, sending Jessica...

  • [noir 14] Frying Pan, Meet Fire (Mature)

    “I don’t understand!” I said. “Please, let’s talk calmly.” “Fuck you!” She fired a round, shattering my left kneecap. I collapsed on the floor, pain shooting through my nerves, my eyes forced shut from th...

  • [noir 15] The End Is Nigh (Mature)

    Kevin smirked at me as he stepped forward, kicking the revolver behind him as he kept the pistol aimed at my chest. “Poor boy, didn’t expect the undercover cop to be working for Miss Jessica, did you?” “But were investigating Ma...

  • [noir 16] Making Peace (Mature)

    “And now, dearest Young, I leave you. I’m going to take Jessica’s inheritance. Don’t think she’ll be needing it anymore… Goodbye.” Kevin’s finger began to tighten around the trigger… Mess moved almo...

  • [noir 17] Parlez-vous français?

    “And that’s how I ended up here,” I said to the man with the long, grey beard. “Je ne parle pas anglais,” said the man, with a shrug. “He doesn’t know anything but French,” said a hippie with dreadlocks a...

  • A Detective's Requiem

    a tiny bar, The Orange Oreo, in Ficland Heights “Evenin’ Miss Gwen.” “Evening sir. The usual?” “The usual, ‘cept make it a twee bit stronger, it’s a rough night.” The customer slumped onto one of th...

  • No Escaping the Fuzz

    “NO!” shouted Mess, “I have awards to win! You can’t do this!” “I believe The Law takes precedence over some Ficly Awards show. Besides, you two are hacks! You’ve hit it big a couple times, but overall your sto...

  • She Turned Around

    She turned around, he spat the food onto his plate, scraped it into the dogs mouth. “That was delicious,” he said. Because he loved her.

  • For Jesi And Mighty-Joe

    You left me, yes its true But while you were here I was just happy to be stuck with you Every time I close my eyes Thinking of you, that’s no surprise It gets harder for my chest to rise My soul will take to open skies Completely indescribable Th...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted about 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • {Utopia} Mighty-Joe Young

    Mighty-Joe Young. He was the first person ever to comment me on Ficly, and the first to follow me. Over the time I’ve known him, he has only ever shown himself to be a force of good, always offering a comment or a joke in all the right places. Hi...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Conference of Submission

    She looked at him; his clothes torn. She tried not to notice his bruised face, nor the blood on the ground. Where were they? His eyes flickered alive as a candle in the wind. “Elsha?” He had recognized her at once, yet she still had no idea...