Complementary
Though rinky-dink pink shades do lend the world a lovely tint, It’s noticable that their doffing turns the whole place blue- Or rather, to be pedantic, the…
Malcolm Ramsay
13 stories written on Ficly, 2011–2012, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
Dial "M" for Horrible, Soul-Wrenching Mass Murder
We broke into a flurry of the anodyne-sounding jargon that our peculiar profession uses. “Do you know if Millie’s daschund had her abscess seen to? She was in…
The Trouble with Gary
-which is how I knew she was our contact. “I’m terribly sorry,” I said, “My name is Tim Chalmers-Smith.” (it wasn’t; I’d had six active identities that year…
England's Dreaming
On the fourth- or was it fifth?- day of the riots that the news was carefully not calling a revolution, she had to leave the flat for food. She cautiously…
From the Congressional Record, 11/30/11
“Dr. O’Reilly, let me get this clear: you want this committee to give you $10 billion to prove the existence of other universes?” “That’s correct, Senator…
worldafter
…and so they sit and they wait and they watch in the coldgrey concretegray ashgrey wastes of worldafter, the lost leftovers they sit on the things that once…
Meh.
Ralph was 13. Ralph was bored. The two states are not incompatible. He had wandered downslope from school across the fields, the light falling on his head as…
Dead Pixels
It was a beautiful, clear night as he walked his dog through the dark outskirts of his town. An inveterate stargazer, his attention strayed ever upwards to the…
Elegy
I’m gone now- really. Please don’t pray for me; I’m pretty sure there’s no-one there to hear your plea To keep me safe, or let light eternal shine Upon my…
The Three of Summers
Big Sky Guy glanced around the table at the other players, at the pot, at his hand again; five Princes- Winters, Springs, Tweens, Autumns and Highs. If his…
The Cloud Factory
When I was small, my mate Tony and I used to cycle down to the open ground at the edge of town and play next to The Cloud Factory. It was some huge, complex…
Hamlet
To be, or not to be, the prince proposed To no-one, or the universe at large. But still, the cosmos seemed quite ill-disposed To answer that great question and…
At The Zoo
“Look at the birds! Oh, look at the birds!” The old woman, grasping a little boy’s hand tight as death stared, raptured, as the tiny balls of scale and fluff…