Catching
Some people will say that 75 and sunny is the perfect weather. I prefer things warmer. 83 and a little breezy is what I like. I remember summer afternoons at…
12 stories written on Ficly, 2009–2010, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Some people will say that 75 and sunny is the perfect weather. I prefer things warmer. 83 and a little breezy is what I like. I remember summer afternoons at…
Simple as... The way he looks in the light? No. That’s not it. Hyyerr. I need another hit. I hate the way it feels inside my head. “_I’m not okay, I…
Knock knock. Someone is banging on the warehouse door. Kyle slinks toward the sound, his greasy blond ponytail screaming murder even in the light. I can hear…
“Mitzi! Mitzi, slow down!” I call, pumping my little legs hard against the sloping pavement. It’s hot today, the kind of hot that is static and heavy, pulling…
In the park below my window, around 11:oopm, they show up. I don’t know who they are or why they come here, but there they are like clockwork. They’re not…
Sometimes in life you’re given choices. You can listen to your mother and her husband pound away at the Tempurpedic in the next room, or you can hop out the…
I stand in front of the portal, my eyes narrowed. “Well, it doesn’t look like anything came thr-” I gasp as a hoof slams into my ribs. Centaur. Should’ve…
“You know, Lucy, you’d be really pretty if just cared.” I do care, Mother. “I mean, would you go out like this if you were going on a date?” “Probably not,”…
Sid gulps as they pull up to Kathleen’s house. They sit in his car for a long time, just talking. Kathleen leans toward him, that sexy grin on her lips. Sid…
Darkness is what I see. Not the men in suits, or the torrent of ice cold water headed for my face. All I see is the dark inside of the black sac they have…