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  • Mercy

    Dr Geld did what he could for them in his primitive surgery - little more than a crack in the rock, furnished with the few bits of medikit salvaged from the lander. Another sand storm - elemental, yet not impersonal. Only a fool could now maintain that th…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Forecast

    Do you honestly think you know

    Where all your "secrets" go?

    Have you realized this silence

    Is just for show?

    Now hear my prediction

    Don't be surprised when

    Your icicle words

    Swing back like swords

    The whispers are behind your back

    Voices on the attack

    G…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • A challenge?

    Some love a challenge; others choose

    To wield a tool that's quick to use.

    But as for me, I want a prompt,

    Some sylvan glade where no one's romped

    Before--a snowy field to mark up

    And love the night, then give the dark up.

    I shun the the less-resistant r…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • An everending Story

    How sullen is eternity! It sits sulky through the years,

    Softly murmuring of boredom to a crowd of heedless ears.

    Satisfaction needs a structure. Stories must begin and end.

    In between, we need a climax, where we lose or gain a friend.

    Life is not some mi…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • The Season for Replanting

    It's amazing how the seasons seem to cycle through my life.

    For a moment there is comfort, and a second later, strife.

    There is warmth, and then I'm frozen; rain is followed by a drought.

    Briefly I contain my feelings, till they blow the ceiling out.

    Fir…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Io: Bruised

    I get up and dust the bits of asphalt from my ripped up pants. Five feet behind me is Viv. I pinch my eyes closed as I turn, trying to control my accelerating heartbeat. Five feet behind me and five feet below rock, to be exact. I force my eyes open and …

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Io: Detritus

    “This place looks like it got puked on, Viv.” I chuckle to myself, putting on my sunglasses so I can take a better look at the rotting lumps of detritus that once was a city.

    I can imagine Viv’s smart aleck comeback about not hurting the city’s feelings…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Error 410

    Go to the hospital

    To check on my friend,

    Receive Error 410:

    Gone.

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Tanabata

    (Temporarily taken down as it is part of a school assignment, I'll put it back later)

    Posted 6 years ago
  • The Hour is Nigh

    "Your Majesty, let me help you out of this predicament!" I begged the Queen, who just a few months ago had been sitting on a throne of gold and ink. To see her now, scarred and gasping for air, lying in a heap on the prison floor was almost too much for m…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Sertraline Dream #2: Snack Food of the Future

    My high school art room seems a bit different. I'm not sure if it's just me or if the kilns aren't in the proper place.

    I've got something in front of me that I'm supposed to eat. It sort of looks like a thing of Dunkaroos where you dip something into so…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Sertraline Dream #1: Unmerited Compliments

    My professor's tears stream down her face, her voice shattered with emotional distress. We sit across from each other aside a table shocked with streaks of pale yellows and oranges that marble its veneer surface. Our yellow chairs are ancient, and the vin…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Third Post!

    The third post, well... the third post didn't actually exist. Not in any way that mattered. It was an idea, if you will -- a concept, a metaphor. It was a lynchpin of belief. It was, of course, all hot air and bluster and metaphor, a puff of wind as insub…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • A Case of Birds

    It is possible to ever escape one's past life?

    A question to which Jean Abelard had always known the answer but to which, as the elevator bore him relentlessly to the 15th floor of the Hôtel Pèlerins, he replied once more.

    Never. Liar, thief. Murderer.…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • A Time of Change

    Story is marked as mature

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Start A New Life

    The veil waited, carefully spread over a chair back. All of the dressing room photos had been taken, the bridesmaids and her mother had taken their places, and the bride had a few moments to herself.

    The mirror reflected her perfect form, the perfect dre…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Breaking the Ice

    The hidden thing inside the pipe twisted, thrusting deeper, spewing waxy slivers of ice in its wake – a fixed point around which their world revolved.

    “It can’t be stopped,” he stated.

    “How much further?” asked Srinin.

    “A few hundred metres; a few …

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Breaking the Ice

    The hidden thing inside the pipe twisted, thrusting deeper, spewing waxy slivers of ice in its wake – a fixed point around which their world revolved.

    “It can’t be stopped,” he stated.

    “How much further?” asked Srinin.

    “A few hundred metres; a few …

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Sequelly daft

    I promise, I did do some testing before taking this site live.

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Technically daft test

    Wand'ring through the glade like a lost Womble on speed, I sought refuge in the cleft of a sycamore tree.

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Technical Draft Test

    Once upon a midnight dreary, I wrote a Ficlet - loud and clearly

    Over many a quaint and curious volume from the days of yore

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Second Post!

    The first was wooden and splintery. Brittle. Damn thing would fall over at the slightest gust of wind. It wouldn't hold itself up, much less an entire fence.

    This one, though... this one was made of metal. Stainless steel. It was solid -- and heavy.

    Posted 6 years ago
  • First post!

    Come one, come all, and welcome to Ficlatté. The site is organised much like Ficly was, so things should be mostly familiar.

    Please, come on in and make yourself at home.

    Posted 6 years ago