Nicky Frankly
Bio
I love writing !
Stories (29/0)
Picky Vicky
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It was a mermaid. Another mermaid. My twelfth one that shift at the Scales and Booty booth where I sold Booty and beauty. That year, the Starling Pirate Festival featured adult beverages to boost sales. Charcuteries, too. It was like printing money.
By Nicky Franklyabout a year ago in Fiction
QWERTY
“Speak to me, Muse!” the writer willed through ink and quill in a passion that burned only to be kept aflame. It came in swift visions at night, pictures worth the wait in words. The writer glanced as the creature’s hind legs more than cleared the jump over a sleeping dog. The soft pounce of its paws in the brush behind caused the dog to turn its head and show the writer that its eyes had been open the whole time.
By Nicky Franklyabout a year ago in Fiction