Sir Kills-A-Lot's published ficlets
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The Smell of Memories IV
Now looking back I think it was my curiosity that pushed me over the brink and forced me to step into the living room, like s…
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The Smell of Memories III
From what I gather of those blurry segments of memory is just this: After pushing the door open just enough to pop my head in…
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The Smell of Memories II
I had recently overcome a terrible case of the geedis, as my father had always called any flu-type virus. Or in other words…
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The Smell of Memories
It was that awful, terrible smell; like that of rotten eggs that permeated the air in and around the kitchen that night. I to…
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The Life of a Ficleteer (Six Word Memoir Challenge, again)
A strange pancake stack of oddities.
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The Death of a Good Friend; Valentine's '08(Six Word Memoir Challenge)
The music stopped his gorgeous heart.
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Jack, the Shack-a-majiger, and a Plan
We’re lucky to be alive. All of us. All of the time. Just common sense nowadays, ‘specially since the gov doesn’t do a damned…
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The Dying Thoughts of One- I Erase Myself
These times are the days, weeks, and months I die. Much means little as time slips by and my knowledge passes to those who ne…
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Beyond Ears of Men (Sequel)
A low, dull moaning rattles you backwards. Seeming so small, your footsteps slide and stutter on the concrete. Your heart thu…
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Lurking in the Darkness
You grope in the darkness for the hand of your other, for that comfort in the black. Footfalls of slimy disdain creep into yo…
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Follow the Beaten Path II
It was a sad looking thing, that path. It looked as if it had taken heavy use in the past. But I’d never seen anyone leave th…
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Follow the Beaten Path
The old man had told me before I left to follow the beaten path and not to stray, but I wasn’t sure what he meant until I rea…
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Spare The Humiliation
It all started upside down. My therapist had said it was the only way to get rid of my depression, so there I was hanging lik…
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My Son, the Magician
Not the dishwasher again. I don’t know how many times that confounded thing has had a tantrum this week alone. Stomping aroun…
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Tick, Tock II
Thirty seconds. We were the best and the brightest the Earth to Space Aeronautics Program could offer, yet we stood there in …
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Tick, Tock
He just left me standing there, completely engulfed by the room, to watch our time to live tick down on the clock overhead. O…
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Another Place, Another Time
If there was an answer; he’d find it there. He had to, it was his only clue to the puzzling circumstances surrounding him lik…
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Of India and Aladdin
“A what?”
“A Ganesh. Bone up our your culture would ya!”
“Scuse me if I don’t know Indian culture like you do.”
“You could…
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Beacon of Light
The land shone grandly in the golden red and orange glow of the sun’s fading light, as it sunk lower into the contrasting hor…
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The Package
That morning had been cold and foggy, a sign I didn’t quite realize, when the package had arrived. I was only a kid then, and…
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