Little Thing's published ficlets
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October Love (Song 2)

I’m sorry I fail at
communication
I just don’t know what to say
don’t know how to get through
You seemed so
unattainable
Your… -
October Love (Song 1)

...Jason. Nice of you to show up. Finally. Right when I was almost ready to forget you, to give up. Yet I couldn’t help smili…
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October Love
The autumn wind rustled the orange maple leaves overhead as I walked along the drying sidewalk, hands in my pockets, contempl…
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Beautiful Girl

Beautiful girl
led a beautiful life
made others beautifulYou are inspiration
You are love
You are gone from this earthWat…
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Freckled Ear: A Philosophical Exploration of the Pen Name that Made Me Slightly Unique

Exhausted by elevated expectations upon my discovery of Ficlets through an AIM email, I started myself as not_a_prodigy.
I wa… -
The Fateful One (Post-It Challenge)

_As I stand above your burial place, which I’ve lined with red post-its, engraved with Sharpie scribbles of all the adjective…
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A Sophomore Philosopher

“Gosh, why does history have to be soooo boring?” I sighed, rolling onto my back, the text book bouncing tantalizingly on the…
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Hanging with the Big Boys (End)

I was gaining so much speed, and I felt like I was in the lead, but there was no way of knowing for sure without losing sight…
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City of Future
From the highway, from space, it would look just like any other city.
But from the inside, from the night, it could transfor… -
Hanging with the Big Boys (1)

We lived in a really big farmhouse when I was a little girl, set back from the road, really big backyard, but still really cl…
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Indecisive

It all happened too suddenly. Sitting there in our motorboat, enjoying the afternoon when the water shook. Little Christina’s…
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The Cruise

As the sun set, Rebecca looked across the ruffling expanse of reflecting ocean, and inhaled deeply, the taste of salt filling…
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What You've Made Me

I was delicate
I was young
I was timid
I was insecure
I was holed-upI am strong
I am wise
I am not afraid to speak my mind
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Just a Memory?

You are fading, my fingers outstretched towards your evanescing silhouette. My fingers that are now empty. I saw you hand in …
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Disappointment Once More
I’m sitting here, the bench in the park by that one special tree. My gaze shifts, long eyelashes blinking back tears, to the …