Trying to Blend's published ficlets
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RIP Wilbur
Marci was heartbroken when she found Wilbur dead on her way out yesterday. She didn’t have time to wallow about it now, the b…
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The Meeting
The first time they saw the northern lights together (ever for her), was in 1967.
They vowed never to forget that magical t…
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I don't talk To myself, I talk With my self!
Omg!
what?
I’m talking to myself again!
shhh….I know
It’s ok…I don’t always hear you talking back.
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The Unsneeze
You ever had a moment where you really had to sneeze and you couldn’t? I usually look directly into a bright light…when tha…
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May I help you?
“Hello! You there! You’re lookin’ for something, ya?”
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Skye's the limit
What covers us, shows off for us, has colour and imagination? We look up to it, we fly into it, We harness the wind, marvel a…
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Have Orb, Will Travel.
“Do you think they are those mood things?” He asked, now quite certain that she had been hoodwinked by these fantastic jewels…
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I'll Show you my Orb, if you show me Yours
“We need to go further” she announced, after they sat in silence for a bit.
“When ever you’re ready” he said getting up from… -
The Orbs are Reborn
“Travel orbs, eh” He looked at his intently…looking for ‘proof of crap’, as he called it. Proof of crap was always easy to …
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"Travel Orbs?" He inquired. "Yeah?!"
It was a trecherous hike up the last bit of trail. It was slippery from the runoff, and fallen branches scattered the path. ...
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The Walk
Shh..”The coast is clear” She whispered
“This is a really sweet place” he looked all around the trees, trail, the pond. The g… -
That Kinda Thing
Love Sick
Passionate
Butterflies
Kinda thing.
Long Phone calls
Long Distance
Very Different Lives
Kinda thing.
Familiar
Stran… -
Handle With Care
My naked emotions have been shared with you. What you do with them is in your hands. Please handle with care, for it is all I…
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Sunk
I am not drowning, I am sunk. Floating downwards into a bland abyss. I waited for you to come for me. I waited for you to res…
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Hello Goodbye
She came in through the bathroom window with Maxwell’s silver hammer.
“You never gave me your money!” She hollered into the … -
Beatle Love.... (or , How many song lyric / titles can you fit in a Ficlet?)
The Long and winding road had led me from me to you. I finally turned down Penny Lane. *Here comes the sun, (I am the s…
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Looking at 40
Looking at 40. Can I bear to do more?
I was thinking, how long this can go on? How will I find enough inspiration to get to a… -
Is it Wallace?
“Officer Dan?” She said wrinkling her nose , fiddling with the coiled line of the phone. Her gum snapped and her hair was pul…
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Tuned Into You (80's ref. Ficlet)
Don’t you want me baby?
I want you to want me.
I’ll be your private dancer,
Your lady in red.
I know this is a tainted love,
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"Who? Wallace?...Oh, He's on the 10th Floor.."
Wallace was beside the guy wearing the helmet. He was about thirty, grey hair, skin and clothes. He didn’t talk much. No one …
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