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 3 years 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 3 years ago.
The King in Orange I
Across a cultivated green, you can find him shambling and swaying like a drunken dotard,
surrounded …
Published 3 years 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 3 years ago.
Gifts Ungiven
It had been fourteen days. The painting was gone and with it my heart. Authored by an amateur it had…
Published 3 years ago.
Questions Without Answers
Devin hungered for conversation. That didn't happen much when he was around people. He tended to be …
Published 3 years ago.
Sleep Trials
October 14
Day five that Brent has woken up ravenous and exhausted. Officially it's day five. It's …
Published 3 years 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 3 years ago.
By All Rights
Empress Melinda the IV ignored the cries of the man being dragged away by two guards. So few people …
Published 3 years 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 3 years ago.
Investigator Deos
I pushed the beaded curtain aside and stepped through the front door. A little naked boy, perhaps si…
Published 3 years 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…
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An Embarrassment of Warnings
There was a cloud of agitated lightning bugs outside Mario's window swirling like embers in a firest…
Published 3 years 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 3 years ago.
The Candlemaker
With shaking hands, I closed the book. It was heavier now, as if the paper had changed to iron while…
Published 3 years ago.