Fuchsia Deviant's published ficlets
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Hope?
This time you nearly did it.
I sit with the pen to the paper, preparing to create my last and greatest work. After all, if …
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The Sky's Gone Out!- a Bauhaus inspired ficlet
I have never wished for darkness with such fervor as I did when the flash of light consumed my entire field of vision.
My ba…
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Safe
I stare into his green eyes, and know that it is safe for me to love him.
He’ll never abandon me. He’ll never say venomous w…
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Musings On The Summer Hill
In the lake, the sky meets the earth in perfect unison. The great white cotton forms of the clouds float along the still mirr…
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Ava
My love, it is you that I adore.
I’ve followed you across space and time, from a distant star to a setting moon. I’ve been …
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Stjarna- a freewrite dedicated to a Depeche Mode instrumental
Stjarna lies in the glass bed, as the spectators behold her still form. They throw petals from their open windows and rooftop…
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Lillian
To say that Lillian was beautiful was like saying that Bill Gates was kind of wealthy. And, speaking of wealth, Lillian had i…
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Darling Pretty Things, Pt. 1
From the first moment that I saw Dieter Madison, I loved him.
There he was, the proverbial new guy, with a chip on his shoul…
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Dark Entities
I can’t move.
My mind is awake, my senses aware, but my body fails to take notice. I am trapped within myself, a victim of s…
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Come What May, Pt. 122
Oliver walks out of the room and grabs his coat. He walks back in and kisses me. “Don’t worry Dream. I’ll be back as soon as …
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Come What May, Pt. 121
I lift my face up from my hands, and look at Will. “Will, did you tell him that you tried to kiss me that day?” Will chuckles…
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Come What May, Pt. 120
I roll my eyes. “Will, I don’t want to discuss…”
“No Dreamer, I think it’s a perfectly reasonable question. Why not me? You …
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Come What May, Pt. 119
I wake up to the sound of shower water running in the bathroom. Oliver is already awake. I feel nervous for him. Adam has man…
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Come What May, Pt. 118
Oliver and I catch an early morning flight out of Australia the next morning. There’s no way we can go back on the same fligh…
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Come What May, Pt. 117
Peter and Oliver land on the table. Glasses break and silverware flies as they fight. Oliver punches Peter in the nose, and b…
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Come What May, Pt. 116
Peter finally lets go of my hand. I run to Oliver, who wraps his arms around me. “What are you talking about Pete?” Will asks…
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Come What May, Pt. 115
Peter is so drunk that he nearly falls backwards. Will, who is nearly as drunk, staggers over to help him. “I’m okay, Will. I…
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Come What May, Pt. 114
Oliver pulls me by the arm towards the door of his room. He pushes me against the door and kisses me. I run my hands through …
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Come What May, Pt. 113
We all cheer and raise our glasses as Will finishes his toast to a successful tour. I glance over at Oliver, and wink. We’ve …
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Come What May, Pt. 112
I drop down to the sand with Oliver, crying. “Oh my god, Oliver! Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!” He begins crying himself, an…
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