Nicky Frankly
Bio
I love writing !
Stories (28/0)
The Earth Beats the Beet in the Earth
According to my parents, harvesting offended the Earth. What pleased the Earth was to nourish your growth from seed to seed. If you prayed for harvest, those around you would drown you out, bleed and twist into you, keeping you rooted right there where you were supposed to be, in the soil you were sown in, immobilized by your own kin.
By Nicky Frankly3 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in #200 Challenge
- Top Story - January 2024
- 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 Frankly7 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 Frankly8 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 Frankly8 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 Frankly10 months ago in History