Andrman

Andrman

Joined Ficlatté in February 2015

15 stories, 0 challenges, 0 prompts, 8 comments, and 8 friends

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I am a fictional character, in name and spirit. I enjoy fire and necromancy, and making heterosexual adventure stories as queer as physically possible.

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There is No Outlet through Arbor Grove

Calloused feet, like sandpaper, were no match from the hot, midday sidewalk. She had considered the …

Published 2 years ago.

The Water Seller

The Water Seller stood on the steps of the palace after every meal. Her arms itched, the sand dust l…

Published 2 years ago.

A Red Eye from Montevideo

It wasn't until they were playing "Taps" that it really hit John. Three hours of hand shakes and con…

Published 2 years ago.

Fly Boys

He didn't say anything. Really, there wasn't much he could say, not then and certainly not now, stan…

Published 2 years ago.

Validation

Full frontal in the mirror, in flesh toned underwear and a crop top I bought a Good Will, I am unsur…

Published 2 years ago.

Baby, Your Lips are Cold

They couldn't pay me to love you more.

In my bedside drawer, beneath condoms, and candy bar wrappe…

Published 2 years ago.

Unkindness

They found him on the doorstep of a cold and gray human establishment and thought that no, this chil…

Published 2 years ago.

Bark

(This was written under the influence of two bottles of wine and a complete disregard for grammar)

Published 2 years ago.

Full of Holes

You wake to the shivers of dreaming, cold sweats and stifling, suffocating, scratching sheets.

Tor…

Published 2 years ago.

Matador

Her calloused finger tips are stained with needle point scars, deceptive, fragile, stained with bla…

Published 2 years ago.

Day Two

The library is a church turned community center, with opaque glass, barred windows and a draft. Ms. …

Published 2 years ago.

Crash Landing

The flash of… cameras? Visual capture devices, brighter than the lean lines of the universe speeding…

Published 2 years ago.

Funeral

It's swirling around them, this confusing mass of tendrils, burning asphalt anger, hot and painful t…

Published 2 years ago.

6 Word Prompt

I drink wine from cereal bowls.

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Published 2 years ago.

He Called Me Amy

I’m waiting for the G-train heading to Church Ave. I’m smirking and laughing to myself and clutching…

Published 2 years ago.

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