Sudden Death
It was war like I’d never seen war. Bodies lay in the dirt, in the ditches and weeds, groaning in pain from their wounds. There were more than two dozen…
Bob Liddil
157 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2011, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
My Soul To Keep
Sept 11, 2011 My Facebook Blog Google News reported this morning that another Al Queda sleeper cell was raided and taken down by SEALs. Black helicopters…
Bonfire Burning Brightly
The stack of wood was impressive. Junior Counselors, Frog, Kenny and Josh took 6 hours to build it. Rising more than fifteen feet into the air, thin poles…
The Truth About Drunk Driving
He never heard my anguished cry of warning. I realized too late the terrible danger he was in and shouted out as loud as I could, but to no avail. It came at…
The Interview
“I wanted to be a writer,” I answered the reporter’s question. “I had a great imagination as a kid. Played lots of cops and robbers back then.” Time had a way…
Granny Gets Game
I heard five shots coming from the front of the house. Pop,pop,pop,pop,pop in quick succession followed by screams from the street. I got up from my chair…
Grampa's Books
A fist connected with my face and down I went. Somebody shouted, “fight” and suddenly the whole playground surrounded him, standing and gloating at me on the…
The Blue Racer
In the dawn hours of “Lizard Day” at YMCA summer camp, I woke up so psyched I could barely lie still in my bunk. It was three days until my birthday - I would…
Monochrome
The waterfront can be a deadly place. Sailors fresh onto land, fallen angels looking for a dollar or two, the desperate, the lonely and the murderous all come…
The Underground Secret
“I’m not going in there,” I said, staring dubiusly at a cave entrance, partially hidden by a waterfall. Sam had brought me and Larry and Pete here to the piney…
Black Ops
I probably should feel bad about killing Hudhaifah Zakariyya Usamah. Guilt is a nonproductive emotion though. It serves no useful purpose for men like me…
Black Ops
I probably should feel bad about killing Hudhaifah Zakariyya Usamah. Guilt is a nonproductive emotion though. It serves no useful purpose for men like me…
Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep
“Come with me,” Death said gently to the boy. “It’s time to go home to heaven.” “No,” the boy replied. “I’m not going. You’re a stranger and I am not supposed…
Sea Change
My girlfriend’s brother beat me within an inch of my life. He said that I’m not good enough for her and am in our relationship for the money. He broke my arm…
Arrested On A Saturday Night
“Stop! Stand Still!” Kowalski bellowed, but the boy kept right on running. “Damnit! Stop” Kowalski shouted again, and this time he did stop, turning around…
The Eternal Sword
All my companions and all my enemies lay slain. Battered, sliced, broken and maimed bodies littered the cobblestones behind me as I stood before the last door…
Handsome and Deadly
I have no time for love. Murder keeps me on a short schedule. Too much coke, too much Jack, too many redheads; 6 down more to go. Just me and my knife, moving…
Once Upon A Time In England
I woke up mostly naked in front of the Platform 9 3/4 tourist spot at King’s Cross Station in London, England. I say “mostly” naked because for for some lucky…
Behind The Green Door
Had I known there would be blood sucking monsters behind that green door, I never would have opened it. It’s not like there were any clues to what lurked…
Flashback
A bright white light flashes. A jarring quake of thunder shakes the bed in which I awaken in the body of the boy I used to be, sweating profusely from fear or…