from the Ficly archive

Jae

252 stories written on Ficly, 2010–2014, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com

  1. Staggering

    Hunger consumes this wasted body A man of skin stretched o’er his bones Food becomes ash with each bite taken Yet onward play the drones Poisonous sip - no…

    Jun 18, 2014 (1)

  2. The Warning

    If ever I am subject to those notes again I swear I’ll dig your heart out with my fav’rite pen I’ll place it on the table, staining every page Until it’s…

    Jun 17, 2014 (1)

  3. Happy to be Absent

    I’ve always loved to listen in And never seen it as a sin The words so lovely echo ‘round I smile at the sound Events are meant for invitees And often I’ve…

    Jun 17, 2014

  4. Effigy

    Why does the writer mourn? His hands and pen doth make no mark His mind is shadowed in the dark Demeanor thus forlorn, Why does the writer mourn? Why does the…

    Jun 17, 2014 (1)

  5. Not Yet

    Morning found me drunk with sleep, head spinning with exhaustion It crept beneath my eyelids, peering in with little caution And pushing them awake divorced my…

    Jun 15, 2014 (2)

  6. Life is but a Flicker

    Life is but a flicker From one moment to the next Never mind if slower, quicker Life is but a flicker Sparks abruptly at the start Ends in ways no one expects…

    Jun 13, 2014

  7. Dedication

    Though my fame may wax and wane And though my head grow hoary I will never remain satisfied To bask in former glory

    Jun 11, 2014 (2)

  8. Stone

    Pillars stretching upward toward a ceiling as a sky Worlds apart, the traveler will use them all to fly Not through air, nor crossing land, but waiting for the…

    Jun 10, 2014

  9. Never Standing Still

    Purpose often staggers ‘gainst its own increasing weight What motion once was confident, now cause to hesitate Beware the goal’s corrupting of life’s set…

    Jun 10, 2014

  10. Reclusive

    As sure as thoughts in curling script spin ‘round A life alone will utter not a sound For solitude presents me little choice What purpose therein lies to have…

    Jun 7, 2014 (1)

  11. Fortune Presents Gifts

    My life is a list, over time grown long Not one, but two, neither right nor wrong The first contains all as I wished and willed The same with the other, though…

    Jun 6, 2014 (1)

  12. Spite

    What sparked the hatred then Is not recalled again The flames will upward rise To blacken your surprise An agony to blink It tortures you to think Your choking…

    Jun 4, 2014

  13. A Willingness to Listen

    A man and a song once met On the keys in the back of a room The song didn’t mind the fluorescent light Or the piano being out of tune The man reached out with…

    Jun 3, 2014 (2)

  14. Thirty-two Years of Miscommunication

    In all the ways to take my leave I’ve never left with gasoline Tread under tires as I heave A deathly cough at 9:15 My hands unsteady on the wheel The road…

    Jun 3, 2014 (3)

  15. An Incomplete Journey

    Dorothy came to a gradual halt. The footsteps of her new friends had dwindled, so she placed her fingertips to her lips and spun about, waving a hand over her…

    Jun 2, 2014 (1)

  16. Critique Wanted

    Offended beware this satire verse I would rather be heard than a liar in hearse What purpose for words in the hands of a cynic? To gain your attention, the…

    May 29, 2014 (4)

  17. Voices in the Air

    Sulking. I knew that’s what I was doing. I was sent home as though I were a child, forbidden to leave the village under any circumstances. Their blindness to…

    May 22, 2014 sequel

  18. A Case Against Bureaucracy

    “We know enough of history to deny the instatement of kings.” Leyla wrapped her shawl more tightly about her shoulders. The hall was drafty in the night winds…

    May 22, 2014 sequel

  19. Probability Horizon

    Sunlight crested just as I left my cabin, the door hissing slowly shut behind me. I stood a moment to witness the morning, then began the walk south. My feet…

    May 22, 2014 sequel

  20. Freewriting

    It was never about the connections that had been gained or lost. There was no turning into a pillar of salt in this instance, only a steady pace as I plodded…

    May 22, 2014