#fight

  1. The Beast

    Author: ElshaHawk (LoA)

    One of them didn’t give the Listener the opportunity to find the words to soothe the savage Beast. It was too late to stop the claws from ripping through The…

    May 21, 2014 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  2. On the Scene, Ready for It

    Author: THX 0477

    A battered pick-up ferried Doctor Wonder to the disaster in progress, driven by a pair of well intentioned citizens eager for their hero to arrive in a timely…

    Apr 11, 2014 sequel · Ficly archive

  3. silence

    Author: Lastande Sarie

    I’m going crazy with this silence. Why aren’t you talking to me? I’m being stupid. It’s nothing. So we disagreed. Whatever. It happens to people all the time…

    Apr 3, 2014 · Ficly archive (2)

  4. Probably Not a Fight for Our Lives

    Author: THX 0477

    After a quick landing and disembarking, their rides disappeared into the night with a maelstrom of dust and gravel. Not really aware, almost too tired to be…

    Mar 25, 2013 sequel · Ficly archive

  5. Back In Formation

    Author: Tad Winslow

    He doesn’t see them as human, he just puts a bullet in them, wipes the dust off his boot with the shirt of a fallen soldier, and moves behind a cement…

    Aug 6, 2012 · Ficly archive

  6. Strangers Meet

    Author: Funky Chunky

    At this point I felt I must try and calm things down. “How about we just have the window open a tiny bit? We’ve just had to run to catch this train. In a few…

    Apr 25, 2012 sequel · Ficly archive

  7. Strangers on a Train... to Watford

    Author: Funky Chunky

    I boarded a train at King’s Langley in 1978. Nothing remarkable in that, you might say other than the fact that I’m old enough to have done so. I, with my…

    Mar 13, 2012 · Ficly archive (3)

  8. Winner

    Author: blusparrow (LoA)

    Come at me with your accusations, with your negativity. Facts will win. Positivity will win. Keep it up, try to keep the attention away, away from your lies…

    Jan 15, 2012 · Ficly archive (3)

  9. Vanquish vs. Triumphant

    Author: Sage Autumn

    As I sat on a rock sounds of shuffling all about HOW can I sit and pout with with this flying around? Frustrations fill my body pain fills my brain Turning…

    Jan 14, 2012 · Ficly archive (1)

  10. Wisps of the Cold

    Author: neil kant

    A few minutes later inevitability of probability occurs and the man launches himself across the table at Jesse. I quickly grab the lock box under the table…

    Nov 23, 2011 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  11. Diamonds in the Night: Checkmate

    Author: Seven

    “Do you even know what your father has been up to?” Jacqueline inquired, sending a quick jab to Barbara’s ribs. She could tell she hit a sensitive spot by the…

    Jul 25, 2011 sequel · Ficly archive (1)

  12. An interesting confrontation

    Author: K25fF

    Hunt, kill, cease. Power sensed. Not in the present. Wait. Look. *End it.* _What is this creature, this abomination doing here? It is not supposed to be here…

    Apr 6, 2011 · Ficly archive

  13. Bob

    Author: Buglass

    Bob. Bob lifted his glass encrusted wooden bats above his head and shouted a mindless guttural call for my blood up to the braying crowd above. I raised the…

    Mar 16, 2011 sequel · Ficly archive

  14. Shit

    Author: Buglass

    Shit. When I entered the pit the only smell that could reach my brain was of shit. The ground was wet with it. Great pools of runny brown regret. Above me was…

    Jan 19, 2011 sequel · Ficly archive

  15. We Weave a Messed Up Web

    Author: blusparrow (LoA)

    Everything is tangled Like a web being knocked down. I can’t let you go, So I fight against odds. Nothing is perfect anymore. No happiness without anger, No…

    Jan 17, 2011 · Ficly archive (1)

  16. Fuck

    Author: Buglass

    Fuck. It was the only word to come to mind staring at the myriad weapons laid out on the dirty, pitted wooden table before me. -a hook, still glistening with…

    Jan 16, 2011 · Ficly archive (4)

  17. Before the Fight Sequence

    Author: Eturnus

    He is sitting quietly up against an old oak tree lost in thoughts not meant for the world. The only sound is the wind which blows back his dark hair and…

    Nov 5, 2010 · Ficly archive