Stories tagged “story”
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Pandora Jae [[LoA]]
You had a young, rambunctious chocolate labrador named San-Fran. I would look down at you two from the window of my flat, holding a cup of earl grey close to my face, its steam rising in the morning light. At 6:15 a.m. you’d emerge from the build...
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Knighted Nicknames of the King's English
I dub thee ‘Sir Snuggly’ Since ‘Kid Cuddly’ Is no name for a prince Also, henceforth, you must Marry ‘Miss Money Grubby’. You deserve a death sentence So take her as your penance. She’ll be like a bad buddy Wh...
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EotB: Last Man Sitting
At this point I considered breakfast. You’d be surprised how quickly SPAM loses its novelty. After 3 months of the stuff, I was more inclined to build a fort out of the remaining cans (87) than open one and brave the pink horrors within. But I still ...
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EotB: Wayfarer
I had a lazy morning. I ate my first bag of Doritos (29 left) and watched Friends. I really can’t stand that Ross guy. Eventually I figured I didn’t have any excuse for not stretching my legs, so I got dressed: big old duster coat for pretending to...
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EotB: Alone in the Aftermath
To call it ‘afternoon’ would have implied the sun was visible below its zenith. I preferred to think of it as ‘slightly dimmer day’ – given that the light was a horrible, diffused gray, streaming through the omnipresent ash. The sun was AWOL ...
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EotB: Cleanup in Aisle Five
This hadn’t been an especially bad place. Sure, certain parts of it needed a good bulldozing, or maybe a casually thrown molotov, but on the whole, it didn’t deserve the whole nuclear annihilation thing. It had two-bedroom homes with aluminum sidi...
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EotB: Alone in the Interim
Being the kind of person who would willingly convert a perfectly normal backyard (patio, wading pool and a crappy shanty I had once hoped to turn into a sexy sauna) into a state-of-the-art bomb shelter, I had read a few speculative fictions. Most of th...
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EotB - The last Bacon-Ranch
I was puzzled as to its origins. I couldn’t decide whether it had been a normal piggy, somehow protected from the bombs but eventually mutated, or – and this is where skepticism and science-fiction appear – if it had beenin the grocery’s i...
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crab walk gridlock
The scraggly kid poked his brain out the water at me, bobbing up and down in the murk green salty sea like a floaty barnacle. His swim trunks ballooned around like underwater rocket pants, and he bubble-barbled fishy pleases at me, who was Queen of the...
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Rapture
It was easier once they started the kidnappings. Once people started disappearing after church, randomly, across the country (God does love the USA), the checks started pouring in. Prayers. Money orders. Tax deductible donations. They would all be rele...
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Sweet Child of Mine
He fled in a flow, He bled out his soul, He said he had to know, Being dead could be control, He’s fed up with the whole set up Threatening, Readying, Reddening, Steadying Ending Breath’s are puffing In the air Blending into nothing Lik...
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1st 3 lines done (first edit of the next 3)
The projector sits defunct Its archaic Haunches fit where the floor is slumped Sunken with age and a bygone visage that’s punked By an unfinished spray painted mosaic The undefined words and designs of a verklempt Serpent with a severed purpose&...
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A Firey World
It was actually a big alien ship. It came out of nowhere and caught everyone by surprise. John screamed for help and ducked for cover as the ship landed in his small town. His popsicle melted when the ship was landing.
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Natalie's Flowers
The swaying light bulb dangles in a strobe of flickering light on his shoulders. He presses his body to hers, cupping her breast, and holds the erratic light steady. Their tongue’s touch, massaging with soft pushes as their parted lips meet. His ...
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Not So Young Anymore
It wasn’t her body. For forty five years her legs were long and lean, her hair voluminous with gold woven through, and her face a smooth, tan palette for the new makeup trends. All that was gone. Well, her legs were still considerably long, just with...
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Why so blue?
I once read a book about this one disease where you associate numbers, words, and people with colors. The character, who had it, tried acupuncture and the colors intensified. Surrounding each person was a bright aura. I’ve always wondered if thes...
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Signs of Life
I didn’t always have the nerve I do now, mostly because I’ve had to work up to it and fall a little along the way. And really, it’s like anything else we’re made to learn. Riding a bike, skating, getting the job—hell—eating an ice c...
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Signs of Life (2)
His name’s Elijah…and he’s stolen my productivity. Along with the easy smile are calm blue eyes, and physique that exudes a specific, mellow confidence and focused determination. Assistant to my boss, creative director, he’s part of logisti...
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Signs of Life (3)
Surveying the landscape of this fairly progressive creative office, I’m not sure anyone would bat a lash if I asked him out for a drink right then and there, however that was exactly where I was left contemplating. What’s appropriate when you hardl...
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Signs of Life (4)
It’s a bit unnerving when I wonder just exactly which signal she referred to. Several came to mind, a few of which I’d only personally encountered a few times in clubs while intoxicated, and rarely were they gestured in honesty. (How could they be?...
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The Devil's Embrace
The glass of water shatters at my feet. The clear and cold rubble spikes my toes and streaks my glossy wet skin with blood. I back pedal feeling sick and dizzy. My legs shiver as weakness increases and my knees buckle under the weight of my body. I hit...
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King Farsa One
There once was a kingdom, far, far away, In a land of strife, and a land of sin, The skies always grey, And the clouds red - Useless lives, there, were led. Banned were their words, If spoken too loud, Praised were their actions, The worse they were - ...
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Now's my Chance
Write a new Story on Ficly! Okay! A better, shorter story; can do! Respect the Ficly rules. Of course! Now that’s enough of that, Let’s Write. Let’s write a story for the ages, for ones to see in coming years Let’s write a sto...
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Experiment in English
“You can’t reach it!” Aubrey yells in the living room. Slowly, Margaret’s siren of dismay winds up to a piercing scream. “Moooooommmm,” Aubrey continues yelling, “Tell Margo she’s not tall enough to get t...
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Engulfed
“What’s the worst way to die?” Jacob asked me. He was sitting indian style on my bed with his elbows hunkered over crossed legs— leaning over me with sick wonder stretched in his smile. “Probably being burned alive.”...