Nicky Frankly
Bio
I love writing !
Stories (23/0)
Reconciliation
In a dream, I was about to go on stage for a role in a play that I had not tried out for and was unprepared to perform. It was time. The director nodded at me from backstage to enter the scene and attempt to speak the lines of dialogue that I did not know. I considered winging it but instead handed the script to the director. Without delay or repercussion, they gave it to someone else who was ready to go.
By Nicky Frankly2 months ago in Families
- Top Story - September 2023
Footprints in the SlurryTop Story - September 2023
I met Mario out dancing at a nightclub in Pleasure Island, Downtown Disney, on the last night of a vacation with my cousin, Cathy. He told me his name, but it got lost in the reggaeton, and I didn’t hear it again until a couple of hours later when we exchanged phone numbers. Since then, I’ve only ever said it out loud seven times.
By Nicky Frankly3 months ago in Chapters
The Boudoir
In the parking lot, they were still just people. People with lunch bags. People half-dressed. People on video calls. People adamant about sharing their favorite song at top volume with the windows down so the others could listen as they rushed by in their polishable non-slips, rain or shine. Early, if they needed to stop at the uniform shop. If their whites were drab or trousers soaked. If they needed a pendant, a satchel, suspenders. Late, if they misjudged traffic or couldn’t afford the toll roads. They were just people who hadn’t clocked in yet. Hadn’t lined up like ants in service to their queen or been properly sniffed by the police dogs before boarding the shuttle to their destination.
By Nicky Frankly3 months ago in Fiction
Rumpelstiltskin
Once there was a disgruntled worker who was low on the socioeconomic scale, and it happened that this worker had just finished doing some repairs at the Heteronorm building downtown. The board of trustees was so pleased with the renovation that the worker was invited to meet the chairman, who wanted to personally thank him for transforming the building.
By Nicky Frankly4 months ago in Fiction
No Good Word For It
Somewhere in the incarnation record is a timeline of when I was a perfumer. Professionally, I created scents and blended fragrances for scented products. The Latin root of this word, perfumare, means “to smoke through,” referring to even older timelines when I made aromas by burning a substance and letting the smoke perfume the air. I was a parfumeur during the Old French period from about the 9th to the 14 century when the language retained its Latin influence but changed phonologically, adding nasalized sounds here and there. After the Norman conquest of 1066, the term was solidified and we still use it today.
By Nicky Frankly5 months ago in History
Fifty Sisters
The 1940s saw the world’s petrochemical industry dominated by oil production in the Middle East and a cartel known as the Seven Sisters. Three decades later, during the Arab-Israeli war, an oil embargo was imposed against the United States. In an expression of political retaliation, Arab nations sought revenge against the US for arming the Israeli military.
By Nicky Frankly5 months ago in Art
Nature Versus Nurture
I used to say mean things about my dad. Not mean things, just not nice. True things, sure, but not kind. And by ‘say’ I mean confess. Not to a priest or detective or anything, just my therapist. All of my therapists. They all let me say these things and then smiled foxlike when such words poured out with accompanying tears. Like a mama fox, but still.
By Nicky Frankly6 months ago in Men
- Second Place in Micro Heist Challenge
The HoistSecond Place in Micro Heist Challenge
She knew his shoe size, credit score, and medical history. His favorite comedian, restaurant, cup size, and position. He followed the dealership’s recommended vehicle maintenance schedule and called his mom every weekend. Videos and audios and socials, oh my. She knew him from every angle.
By Nicky Frankly6 months ago in Fiction
