Ficly is the ice-cream to a hot day; the honey balm to a scald; the murmurs of a mother to her baby; the heaven to my hell. The trampoline that bounces me to greater heights when I fall upon it for support.

It is just.

A gathering for great writers world-wide to pool their ideas together. And to express them in 1024 characters. To choose that perfect word for that perfect expression.

A platform for me to stretch my brainpower to its very limits just to pen down that story to express my sadness, happiness, excitement, anxiousness.

A place for writers to give comments, advice, orders to others so that all of us turn out for the better.

It is just like that.

There’s no place like it.

Win together, lose together. Ficly.