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  • Burning Questions: Return to the window with the extinguisher

    You take a deep breath, settle your feet, and smash the window with the fire extinguisher as hard as you can. There's a huge cracking sound and a triangular part of the window falls in; you jump back and are not cut, but you can feel the floor getting sti…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Burning Questions: Collide with the ground

    You land badly. Good thing the acrobatic judges were only imaginary. You land on your shoulder; thank goodness it wasn't your neck. But you bang up your head and a wave of dizziness descends over you. You can hear that other voice still ringing out as you…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Delta-V

    I can see the stars, but I don't have the fuel.

    My trajectory is set, but I'm gazing off to the side.

    I'm going somewhere, but not where I'm looking.

    The possibilities are limitless, but my choices finite.

    I started too early, and I'll be too late.

    W…

    Posted 2 years ago
  • Ficlatté Castle

    The moat had not yet been filled the day I crossed the drawbridge. The main structure was standing tall, but not all the wings and towers and battlements had been completed.

    Hammers, saws, welders, and all sorts of construction beeps and hums rang for we…

    Posted 7 years ago
  • Burning Questions: The left side of the hallway

    You walk up to the large picture window. You can see the big clock from here. The time reads 11:45. It's dark; nobody is out there, which is rather surprising, considering that the smoke is visible from the window where you are. Your feet feel hot and you…

    Posted 5 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 7 years ago
  • In Presence Exalted

    At long last, Orthael returned the sword to its guard position and stood quietly for several seconds before realising there were no foes left to slay. That was not to say that he was alone, however. There was someone in the clearing beyond the trees, a si…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • More Questions Than Answers

    Malika looked to the holy man.

    "What say you, Reliath?" she asked. "Why didn't the greater dead destroy us, as Morduth suggests?"

    Orthael thought for several long moments. "I cannot say for sure," he replied. "But perhaps, while the creature is more g…

    Posted 2 years ago
  • A True Beginning

    She heaved, great, gasping, shuddering sobs, still clutching the sword in her hand. Her tears that fell on the blade glistened and glowed blue, etching fine, dark lines into the metal as they traveled along it. She was oblivious of the carnage she had lef…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • An Introduction and a Challenge

    "I ask you again," Malika said. "Who be you, and how be it you come to be here, just at this very moment? Be you a final test, holy man or not, to confirm my resolve, to baptize me in the fire of purification against the forces of Ashmar?" She could feel …

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Fractal Realities: Chosen of Harnepher

    Jeremy knelt, his breath catching at the beauty. This find was proving to be an even greater treasure than he'd ever imagined. Using a tiny brush, he dusted up and down the length of the axe. Once this was polished up, it would outshine every other piece …

    Posted 3 years ago
  • Notions and Musings 1 (June 1, 2015)

    Yesterday I somewhat rashly read a typo as an intentionally significant respelling, a dropped letter suggesting an element missing in the story, conspicuous in its absence. I am sorry that I misunderstood, but I'm grateful because that would be an interes…

    Posted 7 years ago
  • No More Fear

    "Do you two maggots have something to say to the whole toon?" Drill Seargent Norris yelled up into the faces of the new recruits.

    "No Drill Seargent!" they barked back.

    "Get on your faces and push, and I want to hear some conversation, or everybody will p…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Memory Lane

    The world spun.

    Images flashed through his head like a montage in a bad movie. He steadied himself against the fence as the pavement threatened to swallow him whole. What was supposed to be a tour of nostalgic sights had given way to a slew of repressed …

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Promise Ring

    My ring grew ice cold. I hid it under my leg. I wasn't sure if it would glow in the dark theater, but I wasn't about to chance it.

    I leaned towards my boyfriend, laying my head on his shoulder until the ring warmed up. He knew I had it and what it meant,…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Return to Darkness

    Story is marked as mature

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Block: the Pitiful Personification

    I'm not sure when fun became a fight.

    Tiny, temperamental typed letters, once my allies, took up sawn-off exclamation marks and loaded their cannon with blotted full-stops. They barred the way across the blank white battlefield with hyphens and ellipses …

    Posted 7 years ago
  • Silence after the Storm

    The forest lay in perfect stillness around her, the bodies of the beasts she had slain strewn haphazardly all about. She stood, head tilted forward, listening for the next attack. It never came. She held the sword aloft, the blue raging flames towering ov…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Yes, Let's

    Let’s get messy;

    Let’s run around

    In places we’ve never experienced before;

    Get lost in delirious abandon.

    Let’s get wet;

    Let’s find a lake

    And jump in, shoes and all,

    Let’s share towels and shoes and body heat;

    Let’s dive off cliffs

    Watching the Earth r…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • The Clash of Silent Drums

    Captain Iremond paced the length of the bridge. He knew it wasn’t good for the crew’s morale but he couldn’t stop himself. Today he was in charge for the first time. He’d be a fool if he wasn’t nervous. Even if everything went to plan, men were going to d…

    Posted 6 years ago
  • Yes and No

    That day had been bleaker than most. The smog cloud over head was especially dense, and I needed the headlights on my bike even at midday.

    Recently, it had been getting easier coping with his absence. Yes, although I hate to admit it, it seemed like the…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Post Repair

    I grabbed our wagon, pushing it over to where my father stood, forever carven in wood. Carefully, I tipped him into the wagon, the bent steel post in his upraised fist clanging against the sides. Then I wheeled him to our workshop behind the house.

    I had…

    Posted 5 years ago
  • Manufacturing Inspiration

    Start with a knife, a tree, a candle, a corpse. Start with a dead bird and its dead feathers spread out about it, mites crawling across it.

    Start with the spark of a match being struck; the brown honeycomb scraping, smudging phosphorous and chlorate toge…

    Posted 3 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 7 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 7 years ago