A Plot to Call My Own
This piece of ground is mine. I have a file reference with GPS coordinates to prove it, digitally signed by the governor himself. I’ve saved for years for this…
dkscully
52 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2014, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Room with a View
This morning, she woke to blue skies streaked with clouds still slightly pink from the rapidly retreating dawn. A vast panorama of trees showed red, orange and…
Anticipation of Bad News
It had seemed a wonderful day to be an art student in London. The rain that had drenched them while stumbling home from a club the night before had blown away…
Solo
The long room was entirely devoid of colour, yet the space was filled with sounds. The quiet, intermittent tock of a blind rattling in its rails with the ebb…
Confrontation with a god in an industrial throne room
The cracked and faded orange plastic of the seat was mostly attached to a battered frame of bent metal tubes. It rested on a plank raised, just a little, by…
Mistaken Judgement at the Burger Place
Ethan was never one for bars, and Joe had had little choice but to follow his lead. They sat in a corner of the chain restaurant on brightly coloured vinyl…
Reunion at the Abandoned Oasis
Paint flaked off the walls, falling to the sidewalk in small curls, that fluttered around briefly in the hard-edged, flickering light from the candle in the…
Leaving the Bayou
She watched LeBlanc as he put his finger in his collar and eased the fabric away from his neck for the eighth time in as many minutes. It was an odd habit, in…
Too Icky
It was dusk by the time we reached the docks. The last of the sunset reflected of the low clouds, painting the sky orange and pink behind the darkened…
Nominative determinism at work (June 23rd, 2010)
The man was drunk. Really, utterly blasted. So much so, that I wondered how he was still standing. He held the webbing strap so tightly that his knuckles were…
The Yard (May 17th, 2010)
Flurries of damp snow were beginning to settle in wind driven piles in the corners of the barren yard. Men shuffled around the space, some with limp cigarettes…
A Rainy Day
We stand in the rain. Together, side by side, we have stood here in all weathers. The summer’s sun parched our throats and burnt our skin until it was red and…
Olivia's bad day (redux)
Holly shivered and pulled the thin material of her cardigan around her shoulders more tightly. It was surprisingly cold in this draughty corridor by A&E and…
Man vs Nature
The grass was soft under my back. A verdant mattress that cushioned my sore body. My pack lay abandoned a few feet away, balanced neatly against the stone…
Ode to a TV character on the event of your untimely demise
We never met. How could we? After all, you are simply a fantasy. A combination of writers, directors and an actor, captured going through the motions of a life…
Falling Down
The alleyway was longer than I’d remembered. Darker, too. The last light was fifteen feet behind me, now. The flickering lamp casting a weak puddle of light…
West Coast Dreaming [Retro Ficlet]
The wide expanse of the beach was golden in places, nearer white in others. The dunes were layered with browns and reds and topped with the yellows and greens…
Hard Radiation
Solar flares are an astronaut’s worst nightmare. I mean, there’s other stuff to worry about, as you hurtle through space in the tin can you’re calling home…
Be careful what you wish for...
*FIZZ-POP* The first one appeared on his desk, with a sort of sucking, tearing noise. He looked at it for a moment, still dubious. When it didn’t vanish, he…
Belonging to Raven
Arriving in this city I’d never visited before was a homecoming. This place, most of a world away from my birthplace, and related to me in no obvious way, was…