Robert Quick
Joined Ficlatté in September 2014
333 stories, 10 challenges, 23 prompts, 440 comments, and 32 friends
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Where the -@!# did my muse go?
Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.
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In Memoriam Bliss / Empty-handed (poem)
To dream such dreams,
to banish despair with the conjured light of face and form,
drawn perfectly fr…
Published 11 months ago.
The King in Orange II
Naked, except for a blood-stained cloak that reeks of foreign piss, he sates himself on his minister…
Published 1 year ago.
The King in Orange I
Across a cultivated green, you can find him shambling and swaying like a drunken dotard,
surrounded …
Published 1 year ago.
Even in Autumn, She is the Spring
Vexedly, I tapped the glass whose sloping walls warped and elongated the bookcases and fireplace of …
Published 1 year ago.
Gifts Ungiven
It had been fourteen days. The painting was gone and with it my heart. Authored by an amateur it had…
Published 1 year ago.
Questions Without Answers
Devin hungered for conversation. That didn't happen much when he was around people. He tended to be …
Published 1 year ago.
Sleep Trials
October 14
Day five that Brent has woken up ravenous and exhausted. Officially it's day five. It's …
Published 1 year ago.
When the Cure Becomes Worse than the Disease
It's been raining for two days straight. No matter what I do I can't see how to stop what I started.…
Published 1 year ago.
By All Rights
Empress Melinda the IV ignored the cries of the man being dragged away by two guards. So few people …
Published 1 year ago.
No Safety in Sleep
“This is what you don't see.” Janine unpaused the recording and upped the contrast and tint until ev…
Published 1 year ago.
Investigator Deos
I pushed the beaded curtain aside and stepped through the front door. A little naked boy, perhaps si…
Published 1 year ago.
The Crooked-Headed God
He was here now.
Fear wrapped cold hands around my arms and slid them up to caress the back of my n…
Published 1 year ago.
An Embarrassment of Warnings
There was a cloud of agitated lightning bugs outside Mario's window swirling like embers in a firest…
Published 1 year ago.
Tears for the Garden
I checked the hurt on my tongue. It was hard not to respond in kind, a struggle to not spit red-hot …
Published 1 year ago.
The Candlemaker
With shaking hands, I closed the book. It was heavier now, as if the paper had changed to iron while…
Published 1 year ago.