Bob
Bob. Bob lifted his glass encrusted wooden bats above his head and shouted a mindless guttural call for my blood up to the braying crowd above. I raised the…
Buglass
4 stories written on Ficly, 2010–2011, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Shit
Shit. When I entered the pit the only smell that could reach my brain was of shit. The ground was wet with it. Great pools of runny brown regret. Above me was…
Fuck
Fuck. It was the only word to come to mind staring at the myriad weapons laid out on the dirty, pitted wooden table before me. -a hook, still glistening with…
The Feckless Twit and the Hole
Falling down a hole was a stupid chose; on reflection. Especially a hole filled with so many gooey things and only dim light from above. The goo was also…