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Irritation built as Anders stepped past the perimeter marker of Base Camp Aktina. No matter how loud he turned his music up, the sound of metal on metal always cut through. He was up to seven and still he could hear dozens of knives being sharpened at the…

Yesterday I somewhat rashly read a typo as an intentionally significant respelling, a dropped letter suggesting an element missing in the story, conspicuous in its absence. I am sorry that I misunderstood, but I'm grateful because that would be an interes…

Tap tap tap tap tap tap.

The pink girl darted across the rooftop, jumping gaps and dodging arrows, crystals, rocks, and all manner of magical projectiles.

"Talu, wait up!" The little weasel-like creature followed after her, much slower on its short litt…

I'm not sure when fun became a fight.

Tiny, temperamental typed letters, once my allies, took up sawn-off exclamation marks and loaded their cannon with blotted full-stops. They barred the way across the blank white battlefield with hyphens and ellipses …

The comments are broken, but that's okay

I hope they will be fixed someday

But the site is back, and for that I am glad

Nothing filled the void like this site had

For now, I can write

And that's a delight

I missed this site a lot

It was always in my tho…

At long last, Orthael returned the sword to its guard position and stood quietly for several seconds before realising there were no foes left to slay. That was not to say that he was alone, however. There was someone in the clearing beyond the trees, a si…

I hope someone that can help, reads this. I stop by now and then to read all of your works. Normally I'll flick through the most recent stuff, other times I'll browse deeper. Today I saw a piece by PrincessLapis, titled The Morning Before. I noticed that…

Story is marked as mature

Anthony blinked a couple times, hard enough that fireworks of white light appeared across the dark space of the inside of his eyelids. He'd read the same sentence four times and he was still stumbling across the words like he'd never seen them before. He …

Once upon a midnight dreary, I wrote a Ficlet - loud and clearly

Over many a quaint and curious volume from the days of yore

The old crone shuffled along the stacks of Building Ashrack, in no hurry to arrive at her destination. She looked at none of the row letterings, having no need for such things. She had been here many times, and she would be here many more times after. Alw…

Regrets, I've had a few.

I love a bit of Sinatra, and this line from My Way comes to mind right now. I have had some regrets in life, and regret is the emotion that floods my mind right now.

By some bizarre happenings that I still barely comprehend, it …

"Do you two maggots have something to say to the whole toon?" Drill Seargent Norris yelled up into the faces of the new recruits.

"No Drill Seargent!" they barked back.

"Get on your faces and push, and I want to hear some conversation, or everybody will p…

The first was wooden and splintery. Brittle. Damn thing would fall over at the slightest gust of wind. It wouldn't hold itself up, much less an entire fence.

This one, though... this one was made of metal. Stainless steel. It was solid -- and heavy. …

The world spun.

Images flashed through his head like a montage in a bad movie. He steadied himself against the fence as the pavement threatened to swallow him whole. What was supposed to be a tour of nostalgic sights had given way to a slew of repressed …

The veil waited, carefully spread over a chair back. All of the dressing room photos had been taken, the bridesmaids and her mother had taken their places, and the bride had a few moments to herself.

The mirror reflected her perfect form, the perfect dre…

Let’s get messy;

Let’s run around

In places we’ve never experienced before;

Get lost in delirious abandon.

Let’s get wet;

Let’s find a lake

And jump in, shoes and all,

Let’s share towels and shoes and body heat;

Let’s dive off cliffs

Watching the Earth r…

She has the aesthetic of long skirts and crop tops. She wears black hats and black eye liner. She reads books by candlelight.

She keeps herbs in mason jars and poured tea on paper to age it. Her counters are covered in Babies Breath and cat hair.

She d…

"Wait. Excuse me, what? What do you mean I can't go back?"

The gate stood resolute and impenetrable. I tried to rattle its bars, but it didn't so much as tremble at my efforts.

I had seen the notices, read the warnings, but who could accept that their hom…

Malika wiped away the tears from her eyes with the palm of one hand and gracefully rose to her feet, turning to face the newcomer.

"Be you friend or foe?" she asked. "Morduth insists you be friend, but I be not so willing to trust in his judgment just ye…

That day had been bleaker than most. The smog cloud over head was especially dense, and I needed the headlights on my bike even at midday.

Recently, it had been getting easier coping with his absence. Yes, although I hate to admit it, it seemed like the…

He saw that fake look of self assurance on her face, and it reminded him of a mosquito. People, like mosquitoes, rise out of the warm fluids, and their lives are just what they did in between feeding and reproducing. Here she was, with the life span of …

Come one, come all, and welcome to Ficlatté. The site is organised much like Ficly was, so things should be mostly familiar.

Please, come on in and make yourself at home.

Malika danced. Creatures emerged from the darkness all around her, and she whirled among them. Her steps were light, quick. She never remained still, never allowed the beasts to reach her. She was driven by need, fueled by the sword's own desire.

Blood …