The Search for a Real Supervillain
The study was going rather well. Participants were scoring high on the ‘tools’ scale, a few had artistic and emotional notes in their files, but none had ‘it’…
728 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2014, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
The study was going rather well. Participants were scoring high on the ‘tools’ scale, a few had artistic and emotional notes in their files, but none had ‘it’…
“Take it, Sir.” The creepy man in a tattered waistcoat held out a crown, purest gold and fitted with large rubies. It made me forget about my desire to escape…
Metallic gashes glinted where the paint had rubbed off in combat. Firing into the crowd of civilians and officers alike, the android’s well oiled joints…
Hard to believe July is over, The year over halfway gone. Seven months marked by Sharpie, Upon the cinder-block wall, drawn. Surroundings noisy and dusty, The…
I watched her these past 5 years. She married that man, had two kids, and made a life. Everyone can see she is unhappy. She doesn’t know what she wants…
She stood on the half-finished porch and looked out at the sea. This? This was what her uncle had left her? Despite her anger at her Grandfather, she’d rather…
I got the call on my radio at 6AM. I dressed with speed, praying the Jeep would run. Working in isolation from society was nice most days, but not when I was…
Elsha followed THX to the inkroom. The shelves were bare, not even a bottle or a quill left behind. Puddles on the floor were quickly drying in the…
Dear Sir, We have met. You granted my previous application to travel back in time. I read through your fine print and nothing says that I can’t go back again…
A huge box sat on my porch in the rain. It wouldn’t fit through the door. I stood in my galoshes and raincoat and bright red umbrella and stared. I didn’t…
She sang me from the shore. I know not where I was before. Her eyes an iridescent blue. Her scales iridescent, too. Prismatic was her gaze, holding me…
Never have I ever seen nothing. Nothing is as nothing does. Never have I ever heard nothing. The tree of nothing never falls. Never have I ever tasted nothing…
I rounded the Italian restaurant. It had closed for the night. Too bad, because I know Amato would have driven this beast off. My wrists stung. My mouth was…
We had been walking for weeks. My brother believed the goddess would give us safe passage wherever he led. We wound up the mountains, moving far north of our…
The little black spot appeared on her ankle and at first she thought it was just a mole. She dressed and rushed off to school. Her friends giggled and gathered…
“There’s nothing under your bed,” the father yelled, exasperated at his cowering son who wanted a light on and a glass of water and his pillow fluffed and to…
There are few people who know me. I mean, really know me. Talking to me isn’t enough. That takes too much time. Conversations go off on tangents and you can…
“Listen, the city bus is no place for a 9 year old kid, so go home before Momma licks you!” Paulie’s eyes begged me not to go. The tears shone in the corners…
She thought of herself as the simple girl next door who happened to have inherited her Father’s thriving fast-food stand and her Mother’s red hair. She was…
The best thing about being a child is the boundless energy and freedom to move as you please. Every slight raise in the surface walked upon is an ocean wave or…