thumbtwiddler's published ficlets
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Perfected Purgatory

I suppose they were beautiful. But the truth is, they were too perfect. The onslaught of pristine streets, homes, decorations…
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Boulder Hill
The truth… they say it hurts. i find the vacant moments when you can’t help but let the silence crowd your soul …the trut…
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Starcrossed Lovers

The rain pounded down around me as my umbrella threatened to rip itself away from my tightly clenched fist. Suddenly a gust o…
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Finished First
Laying in bed drowsily she smiled as her roommates excitedly chattered about what would happen. They eagerly flipped through …
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Blushing Bride

She was his. Every single glowing inch of her. from the crown of her shimmering golden hair to the tips of her carefree bare …
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announced

Susan enjoyed this little jaunt down the lane every morning. The crisp fresh air, the light sunshine, and the excitement of r…
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Blotted musings

“she wondered just how long it would be until someone noticed she was gone.”
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Nothing to Search For.
I quietly slid behind the desk. Smoothing out my skirt I positioned my hand over the keyboard and quickly pressed the necessa…
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Keeping the pieces

“NO!!! no, no, no…”
This couldn’t be happening to me! He was screaming at the men. He had no control. The first man turned…
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Dead Beginnings

A breeze drifted by aimlessly, startling me out of my reverie. I realized in the silence, that I’d been dreaming again. The c…
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Perhaps not

She’d thought the empty house could bring new beginnings, yet the resounding silence reminded her of just how long it had bee…
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Starting Over in Silence

It was funny, looking back. At the moment, Tia leaving had been just the next thing that happened. It wasn’t a huge inciting …
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Announcements

“Enough? How can you say that love isn’t enough? That’s all we had, and now we have so much more than that. Look what we’ve b…
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Waiting to hear

Time had passed. and unlike so many cliches and fortune cookie sayings, it had not passed quickly.
The memory of him gazing … -
Slant eyed Focus
I closed my eyes and struggled to remember what the paper had said.
The sweat dripped slowly, oh so slowly down my eyelid an… -
Distances
These words aren’t personal. They’re descriptive.
Each character is inscribed by cold hard lines.
I can’t get close enough …
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picture perfect memory

Side by side. Moment by moment. The memories were drawn together and woven through the holes in my memory were rosebeds waiti…
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Sitting on a shelf, waiting.
No! It’s not fair. Why is it that Alex gets to leave? What makes it so that I’m the one standing here watching. . . watching …
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Word Vomit 2

Then vomit was everywhere. All over him.
Apparently words were the only thing I couldn’t get out.
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Word Vomit

It all started upside down. Well perhaps it was up.
And that was the problem.
I could feel everything inside me trying to r…
