The Broken Typewriter
She dolefully looked down upon her typewriter. How could she write her story without the complete set of keys? She never thought of it before, but one missing…
ItsMeChristina
81 stories written on Ficly, 2010–2014, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Bitter Wishes.
I wish I could write. Something beautiful. Something moving. Something that would express my feelings for you. But I can’t. I can’t do anything but cry.
The House on the Hill
The house was cold. A bitter crisp cold like the first haunting of a winter’s night. The hallways were silent as she glided through the shadows. Her fingers…
Mirror Image
Every morning I would tell her just how beautiful she was. And in return, she would hit me. Her fist would land right square in my center, pushing me to my…
Lying for Love
They sat among the bar stools sipping gin and tonics. His eyes were very boyish, as he began to recite his well rehearsed speech. “Victoria, I can not continue…
Motor City Blues
A plastic bag danced across the vacant street. You walked down the snow covered road, as the wind roared through the midnight sky. The broken glass beneath…
Grey Days
The moves seemed monotonous. The everyday routine imprinted into his skull. He didn’t even have to think. His body moved for him. His coat neatly tucked away…
A strange deal.
Etsy sat in the cushioned chair, waiting for him to speak. After several moments of silence, it was apparent to her that she would have to break the silence…
Pixie Dust
“Follow me,” whispered the faerie in a melodic tune. “But daddy won’t let me leave,” replied Leona. The little grey faerie crossed her arms and flew closer to…
Do not Read.
Little Xavier stood on the very tip of his toes, peering at the cookie jar. The glass container seemed so far away from the reach of his little hands. Xavier…
Monica
Her name is Monica. She is a bitch to have around. And she is sitting right in front of me. _Chomping on her expensive medium rare steak she had to…
Ana, Ed, Roger, and The Kid Who Was a Pleasure to Have in Class.
“No, I can’t pick up Ed today,” shrilled Ana. “I’m in school now! What do you want me to do? Leave work, and go pick him up? What will the students say. We are…
Ferocious Ficlyers Fair
My name tag scorches my skin as I safety pin it on. *ItsMeChristina.* I hate this, I thought to myself. Everyone is going to be socilaizing. _I hate…
Mary's little lamb
Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow, until it stained a deep blood red, the night she shot her bow. For Mary hated being followed, by her…
The New Year
“Katana,” she whisperd to him in the cold dark building. Of course they both new that this wasn’t her real name. Real names were left behind after the second…
Watson Alloicious Georgie
Georgie Alloicious Watson, loved the summer a lot. For in his heart summer contained, a very special spot. Then the wind blew and rushed and roared, and…
Georgie Alloicious Watson
Georgie Alloicious Watson, loved the summer a lot. For in his heart, summer contained a very special spot. Then the wind blew as the seasons were changing, and…
Raw 3-d!
A man sits in an all white room with no visible exit. As the camera zooms into his eyes, you can see the reflection of what he is staring at; a teddy bear…
The Next Move
Dakotah marched down the white corridors once again, this time with a new weapon at hand. As the scent of the cucumbers drew closer, her stomach began to flip…
Confessions
Pastor Mark closed the door to the confession box. It was silent. “Pastor,” whispered a small voice from the other side. “Yes, my child. What can I do for…