We pressed our bodies into the wet morning grass. We had spent the night walking around the neighborhood talking about nothing in particular, but now we had fallen in tune with the quiet of the rising sun.
"I adore you," I said, breaking the silence. "Yo…Posted 6 years ago
Calloused feet, like sandpaper, were no match from the hot, midday sidewalk. She had considered the grass, but thought better of it. She was an outsider, and it wouldn't be polite to walk through a stranger's grass.
The houses lining the streets were al…Posted 8 years ago
Birds, hundreds of them, squawked and chirped in a frenzied cacophony. Bigger ones used their wings to violently bat against their cages. I'd never seen so many in one place, much less in doors. All manner of birds in cages lined the cavernous hallways fo…Posted 6 years ago
The knife cut through her throat like it was butter and her blood spilled all over my hands. It had a certain beauty really. I knew I couldn't stay long though, so I let the body drop and walked away.
I crawled back into my bed and fell asleep, knowing …Posted 7 years ago
"Explain what I'm looking at."
"Timestream 8496775816-AQZ-25.13.4. We pulled it from yesterday's archives when it was flagged anomolous."
"Look here. Grid 117, Segment 16, Node 135. See that curvature?"
"Yes. Explain its significance."
"Ti…Posted 5 years ago
To be or not to be?
A consciousness of stream
The weight of human ignorance
Annihilates the dream
An agony of intellect
A crisis of the soul
Wherefore art thou now
O common human goal?
To sleep, perchance to steal
As violence touches all
Our modern take…Posted 6 years ago
"Hey, what's up?"
"Glad you called. sigh Nothing much."
"You sound like something is up."
"I wanna say I'm sorry if I was too overbearing."
"If anything I texted or emailed left room for misinterpretation. S…Posted 6 years ago
Roger had been in the cradle of the Marula tree's branches for three days. Muscles ached unevenly across the map of his back, and in knotty pockets in his thighs and arms. Below, the thick savanna grass moved in waves as if strings in a grand harp played …Posted 4 years ago
He eased himself onto the plastic seat in the waiting room – seemingly every hospital on the planet used the same, uniquely uncomfortable seating – and cradled her in his lap. It took a long time before she stopped crying and longer still before the shive…Posted 8 years ago
In the days of the league of awesomeness when we had over 9000 members, we followed some simple guidelines. These were kind of the standards for awesomeness.
1. You should have four times as many comments as stories. Even though some people, like the fame…Posted 6 years ago
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The self of past was turbulent, confused
The self of present is less than enthused
The self of future may not give a damn
But always myself wonders who I amPosted 6 years ago
The Archangel of Sparks.
Malika had heard of this, but she had never actually witnessed it. She had never been a devout follower of the Church, and her local vicar had never, to her knowledge, before summoned an aspect of any of the three Archangels. He …Posted 3 years ago
Help. I can't seem to escape from stories.
I swam through ours last night, poring over emails and journal entries. It felt a little like passing a car crash and being unable to look away. I finally closed my dry eyes at 3 a.m. So, this morni…Posted 6 years ago
"I knew I'd find you here."He said with a cunning grin as she sashayed by with purpose dressed in an ensemble that had not seen a morsel of neon light in quite some time. As if his sureness didn't scathe her in the least. In her quiet shock, she headed to…Posted 6 years ago
This isn't so much a story as it is a bit of a reference point for the Next Breed of Thief series, a cyberpunk tale started by ElshaHawk, on Ficlatté.
The final installment on Ficly was "The Drive for Freedom", located here: http://ficly.com/stories/34…Posted 8 years ago
I bet this never happens to Tony Stark.
It should have been a routine update. Nothing unusual at all beyond a quick data import of the latest Crimestat data they've compiled from the previous week. Happens every Monday like clockwork and almost always b…Posted 7 years ago
"Where are you right now?"
"In my car. I'm driving home from work."
"Are you alone?"
"I'm talking to you. You're in my car, so I'm not alone. Where have you been? I haven't heard from you in days."
"Hmpf. Well, maybe that's because I'm ma…Posted 6 years ago
How did I reach this point? My life has become complicated in the last few months.
Wow. Understatement of epic proportions.
And I have no one to talk to about it. I could probably go to a psychiatrist about it, but that would mean admitting that I'm... …Posted 5 years ago
Felicity paced in the sand slowly, eyeing the tide wash up and run away. Bones of small animals seeped up through the sand, separating her toes.
"What to do, what to do..."
Her sisters, triplets, all fit in to the family like pegs in a board. Veronica, Ve…Posted 8 years ago
"Who be you," Malika whispered once more, her head leaning still against the stranger's chest. "Orthael you may be. Paladin you may be. But you be not like the others who would have come before, the others who would have seen me yet not seen me. They be c…Posted 3 years ago
Nine-year-old Timothy Lane sits on the edge of his bed trying not to look at his closet. The room is dark, but that yawning portal is darker and more terrifying to Timothy than anything else. He twists his hands in his lap, trying to find the courage to w…Posted 3 years ago
I think I've been bullied.
Maybe it's just that the person who complains about the speck in my eye needs to remove the plank from theirs.
I need to stop wanting to please them.
When they say something in a subversive manner, hint that this new way is …Posted 7 years ago
Ryan Gonçalves stared into his drink at an airport bar. The bar was disgustingly new and trendy, with its former Starbucks-esque earth tones phased out in favour of post-Starbucks decor, all garishly bright contrast. The drink was something lime-green and…Posted 8 years ago
Adulthood is a series of ups and downs, or so I've been told. But what I wasn't told is how difficult the transition into this new stage of life can be. Dealing with the pressures of a full time job, a full graduate school schedule, and a sick parent ha…Posted 7 years ago