TheCheshireChris
Joined Ficlatté in December 2016
76 stories, 1 challenge, 8 prompts, 30 comments, and 9 friends
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I'm just this guy, you know?
To expand on that, I am also the following...
- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)
- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch
- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes
- Always too hard on myself
All Stories
Waiting For A Message
He hoped for a message. Something that would reassure him that they were still there. That things we…
Published 6 years ago.
A Dead Language
He aligned the glyphs in his head in a manner that he thought made sense. He drew them out onto a pi…
Published 6 years ago.
A Journey Begins
Bartholomew and Nicholas knew the time to hit the road was coming.
It was that season. Not only tha…
Published 6 years ago.
The Color Blue
Blue is one of the most deceptive colors. It hides.
Not only does it like to hide, but it likes to …
Published 6 years ago.
Just Do The Thing
"You drink too much" she said to him. "Or not enough. I guess it depends on what you are going for."…
Published 6 years ago.
The Ice Queen
She was startled to notice they weren't icicles but tears. The Ice Queen didn't understand this emot…
Published 6 years ago.
In The Wet Of The Grass
We pressed our bodies into the wet morning grass. We had spent the night walking around the neighbor…
Published 6 years ago.
Certain Doom Awaits You
The group of three turned the corner slowly, as to not disturb whatever was making the heavy breathi…
Published 6 years ago.
Into A Dead Zone
I took a long drag off my cigarette as we passed a sign saying "insert city" population "insert numb…
Published 6 years ago.
A Lingering Muse
A wholly imaginary girl appeared at the end of his desk as he typed. His mind immediately jumped to …
Published 6 years ago.
The Middle Of An Ending
It was Thursday and much like Arthur Dent before her, Maya had never quite been able to get the hang…
Published 6 years ago.
Fijit Fidgets
Fijit was a teenager. And an orphan. And hadn't exactly been hanging out with the good crowd.
She w…
Published 6 years ago.
The Beginning Of An Ending
The wind blew and gusted to Maya's back, blowing her long black hair into her face as she walked thr…
Published 6 years ago.
A Severe Case Of Writer's Block
"Annabelle, please, help. I need something, anything, from you right now."
"I'm thinking, I'm think…
Published 6 years ago.
Wild World
I sat hunched over my glass of whiskey. It was a double. It had to be. No other amount would do.
Sh…
Published 6 years ago.