Oscar See Wood's Favorites
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Creativeness Lives

Maybe….just maybe…..if i sit here and clear my head….could I…..would I…..be just a tad creative. Yes, i think i cou…
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BooBooUndo

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They said time travel was impossible, but they never m…
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The Protectors of Literacy

“I think you know why we’re all here…”
“To kick some kitty ass!”, bellowed the large man in the frayed tweed jacket
“Plea…
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When You Say Good-Bye, Do I Say Hello?

When you say goodbye,
Do I say hello?
When you start to talk fast
Do I speak soft and slow?When your smile is sunny,
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A Possible Addiction (Six-Word Memoir)

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Alexa Speaks at a Meeting

Hi, I’m a Ficletholic. I’m here because for an hour, I know I won’t check my account for comments or wonder why I didn’t get …
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Color My World

Now spread out – the pencils
Now twirl – ruby-red
and color it – for
the sky – instead.Now peer out – the window
stare int… -
goodbye
All of this is pointless.
All of your little lies.
I’m done, I just can’t take the drama anymore.
I was true to you.
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Do you remember... (butterflygirl6106's 200th Ficlet Challenge)

Do you remember that girl?
“What girl?”
The one you were interested in at Abby Junior.
“Again, what girl at Abby Jun…
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Dance
Dance, beauty -
fling your arms up to the roof of the world -
and your slippered nimble feet, they flash
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A Matter Of Perspective
“Master,” Timmins said, somewhat nervously, “I don’t understand.”
“Understand what, my boy?” Mordecai the Red asked, as they…
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What's In A Name...
She looked at the screen. “Capital ‘W’ Writer?” she asked. “That’s the best you can do?”
“Hey, it’s my account. If you get o…
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Her Story (64 Character Challenge)

In the corner she sat, notebook open, and wrote down her story.
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A Day of All Days
Today is the day.
Whole lives will be changed. The battle with my sworn enemy will determine my country’s fate. “Victory!” ...
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And the Kitties Danced the Night Away

Their feet stomped vaguely familiar waltz patterns on the glossy floor, wheeling and pirouetting with their partners.
“Let u…
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Not the Worlds Greatest Writer { A Conversation with myself}

You’re not the worlds greatest writer you know.
I’m aware of that, I never said I was, that we are I mean._Just saying, s…
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A Brief Bout of Multiple Personality Disorder Forces Stovohobo Into Writing This Rather Boring and Drab Ficlet for an Exceedingly More Creative Challenge

Your life sucks.
Um…excuse me?
Well, fine… our life sucks.
And, uh, why would you say that?
_Oh, c’mon. You stare a…
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Arguing With Myself (props to Jeff Dunham for that title)=]

You’re horrible.
Well. So what?! That means your horrible too.
He believes it, though.
We’ll tell him.
_Really. When….
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Message

I need to write
To help me breathe
You’d never tell
From my expressions.Tough and suffer
Or suffer tough
But perhaps I’m
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On Growing Up

Growing up.
Someone please tell me what it means to grow up. How is it different from growing down? Out? In? Sideways?
S…
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the beginning of food

she is born
unknowingthey feed her
keep her healthybut not for her sake
they must keep her aliveshe is taken from her …
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The Flying Lie
“You know why flying cars sell so great?”
“Why is that?”
“I’ll tell you,” he says with that used-car-salesman tone that imp…
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The Office Pirate

I am the office pirate. I gleefully plunder your org chart, freeing your peons, drudges and cogs and turn them into pirates l…