How I scream

Louder I scream

When did I become this person

I tear myself apart

And lose the pieces along the way

There's no going back from here

But that's okay

How I don't know

But forward is the only way to go

The tears prickle, always ready

Brimming fu…

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“Haha, mommy. You made a boob!” Kara Jean laughed.

Sam looked at the curved mound of sand. She supposed the rounded knoll did look like a boob. It was going to be domed roof, something that would make their castle stand out against the half a dozen other…

Superficially, the last evening we were together had started out well but I sensed something of a distance separating us. I wanted to discuss it but she gently shushed me every time the subject came near to being spoken aloud. The subtext of finality grew…

Lyrics, licensed under Creative Commons BY-SA 3.0, by robomoon. Set to rap on http://vimeo.com/robomoon/jiggledee-bum-mr . Contains a derivative of The Warning by Ficly member Lone Writer on http://ficly.com/stories/865 and story #18968 by The Silence, al…

I followed the stream up to where I had dammed it a year ago. I was surprised it had held this long. It hadn't taken much to build, just a couple dozen rocks stacked in the right places. Looking back, I wondered why I had done it at all. I mean I knew the…

The god was silent for a time. Irritation appeared across its countenance, but it knew now it had no choice in this matter. It was merely processing this information, coming to terms with it, making peace with its new fate.

"Very well," it agreed. "I am …

If you take the covered bridge over the River Ren and follow the twisting road that bisects the stagnant waters of the Coracotta Swamp, you'll find sickly trees in ones and twos that grow more numerous the deeper you go, until their limbs form a spiderweb…

The ceiling of Stormcrow's base shattered. She glared up at her nemesis.

"So-Lar!" she yelled. "What..."

"Where is she?" the hero bellowed. "Where is Jane?"

"You dare..." She stopped, confused. "Jane's missing?"

In a flash, So-Lar was face-to-face wit…

The inside of the tent was dark and cold and claustrophobic. Bree rolled over in her blanket, wrapping it tightly around her shoulders. Dan, her mom's new boyfriend, whispered something on the other side of the tent causing her mom to giggle. Bree rolled …

Mitaran nudged the trajectory of the chestnuts with a whispered charm and caught it with one outstretched hand. Always so casual, Katy thought, taking a sip of water to hide her expression.

"Hey, uh, Mitt."

"Mhmm?"

"What are you going to do next year? …

“Wicked are the men who dream and do nothing!”

The voice rang out above the early morning din of the market place. The accusation wasn't directed at me but in me it found a home and dug deep.

Before I knew it, my sandals had come to a stop in front of t…

"Elarion, could you maybe help me for a bit?"

Selura had watched the young half-elf nervously peering around the corner, clearly afraid of his oppressor lurking nearby. The entire situation saddened her. She wished she could protect the young boy bette…

Moira couldn't understand it.

How could Selura, a woman she rather admired, be so forgiving of a drow elf, considering the incident.

Several decades ago, a drow raid had set upon a gathering of moon elves, a small clan living in the Moonwood, to the n…

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You are a plague. I am a child.

You have the populace beguiled

And spell-bound as you stride around.

Your boots assault and salt the ground.

We see your staff sweep here and yon

In fear. You set your mark upon

The old and canny; young men hale;

Infants' f…

The smallest agent, I:

The jot-and-tittle spy.

At times I can't be seen,

Both placid and serene.

At other times, a glimpse

Is seen. Like elves or imps

I flutter into view;

I'll not get caught by you!

.

I hide among the blooms

In fancy dining rooms

In da…

“Why are you kicking me out? What did I do?”

Jack wouldn't quite meet my eye, staring just past my shoulder. He looked so pathetic standing there, shoulders slumped, hands stuffed in his pocket. I almost felt bad for him. Almost.

I didn't respond though…

The journey was brilliant. They left a week early so Taka could offer Tamori Fakura her help in preparing the fireworks display. Taka had to teach Keshintai the basics of riding, and at first, she struggled, but eventually she got the hang of it and was a…

"What?" he demanded, sick of all the verbiage I've been spewing like someone spewing something.

"Sweetling," Tory signaled with her flags, "It's time for a resolution. We've been at it like frogs for too many years. We're both more than a hundred years ol…

Right on time, too: 4:03 AM, according to the almanac. O Sumo Garcia-Murry, or OSGM for short. But nobody said that. That sounded stupid.

O was the perfect person to bind this team together. Even Con felt braver when she showed up, nodding to everyone unt…

Overseeing the meeting was their old mentor and senpai, Shrarl Glorlushuprlahh, known as Pop. He raised his twin hands in blessing.

"Kill 'em!" he benedicted. "Wade hip deep in their blood!"

Defiant shouts from both sides echoed through the rafters and …

And now it was time for a reckoning. "Check, please," intoned Tory.

After settling with old Furn, it was time to talk some more, like before only more recently.

"So what do you think?" asked Tory, holding her breath...quite a challenge, if you haven't tri…

"The time has come," Tory said, "to speak of manly things. First, I want to return the unicorn horn you left at my place back in '78. Here."

Connie took it graciously, smiling bitterly. "My point exactly," he intoned. "But what's yours, Tory?"

I'll have t…

Orange was in like a shot. It didn't matter what kind of shot. Orange was always looking for some action, which was what drew him to movie production in the first place. Right now he was working on a tracking shot, and had almost found his quarry. After t…