heartbeats echocho's published ficlets
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Confessions of a writers-block victim
....i stare at the empty page beneath my pen
and i begin again….Why me?
Then I smile as the words begin to come, howe… -
This is WAR, E!!
Dear citizens of Ficlets:
What started off as a harmless corny joke (started by meh: the corny one) betwixt two friends has … -
Confessions of a mime (pt. 2)
I once heard someone say, ‘the easiest thing to do is be yourself.’ Wanna know what I said to that?...Bullcrap!
The easiest t… -
Confessions of a wrist-cutter (pt.1)
I close the door to my room, blocking out the sound of conversation coming from downstairs.
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Confessions of an ex-Wallflower
Why am I invisible?
Why I am I always on the outside looking in?
Why don’t I speak when I have so much to share?
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Confessions of a bottle-tipper
I woke to a sharp pounding in my head.
I sat up. My reflexes were slow. My eye-sight blurry.
Ughh. I sighed as I stumbled… -
Confessions of a child addict
It sits there haunting me…
Why must it be so inviting? Why can’t I have it now?
I just want a little more.
Why ... -
Label me labeled [improved]
I’m a punk- Because of the way I dress.
I’m wierd- Because I refuse to follow the trends you set.
I’m an ass- Because I s…
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My mom the photogragher
‘Sorry again, mom.’ I said as we drove through the town.
She sighed. ‘What’s done is done, Jo. But next time please try to … -
Half hour late
I heard the familier sound of the beat up truck, but refused to look at it. It continued to slow down, I walked faster.
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To apollogize and tease
I rushed upstairs shouting as I ran, ‘I’m home! Sorry I’m late!’
‘Jo, if I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times, y… -
An echo's answers to a quirky quiz.
I have this fixation with eating dry cereal, (on a stool sometimes) late at night, in the middle of the kitchen.
I might try…
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As for the memories
Can’t get enough of a bad thing, huh?
That’s just like you.
Tell me only what you think I want to hear,
so that I… -
It's what you do to me... [Six word memoirs challenge]
The way you say my name.
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Confessions of a bleeding heart
Why do my fears get the best of me?
Why when you’re not blind, must you choose not to see?
Why can’t I be who I wan… -
1:00 in the am
Staring at the moniter, I have nothing else to do. Well, maybe I do. Bed. But the thought of fighting with the sheets and pun…
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To quote the person who coined the phrase 'If my music is too loud, you're too old!' CRANK IT UP!
Well, well, well. I can’t let the world go on with out knowing what I rock out to…here is my top ten! (& my fave of their s…
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The message on your answering machine that I should've left...
Hey. It’s me. I know we don’t talk much but, that’s my fault. Uh…here’s the thing. I notice that when you leave a room, you…
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As the world fell apart.
My ears are still numb from the action my platoon and I had seen earlier this morning. We had been on the front lines, right …
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Into the Darkness
Her eyes opened, but it seemed as if they weren’t. She still couldn’t believe she was here. Finally, after what seemed foreve…
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