Recent Ficlets

So, there's this girl..

2008-09-07T06:28:43Z

So there is this girl, who means more to me then anything I can even begin to describe. She means more and more to me each and every single day. She has saved my life more then she will ever know..

I stopped a lot of things I used to do for her, stopped being affiliated with the Bloods and Latin Kings. Stopped smoking anything that I used to, stopped drinking, and stopped doing drugs.

She means so much to me that nothing could ever come close to how I truly feel about her, Nikki, you are my own shining star and everything good in my life and every last thing that makes it worth getting up in the morning.

As I’ve said countless times, you are the last person I think of before I go to bed, dream about you all night long, and you are the first person that I think of whenever I wake up..

I know I’m not perfect, but you better believe that for you, I want to be. Nothing is better to me then hearing you say that you love me and always will. Nothing.

I want nothnig more in life, then to be with you..

Scream, yell, fight, love.

2008-09-07T05:43:20Z

“Why are you messing with me?”
I demanded, so pissed I could rip her damn head off.
She glared at me ferociously, if she was a lion, she would roar. “Well?” I barked.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” She shrieked.
“Oh I dont know miss psycho!?!? One minute you ‘love’ me, than the next your tongues down Bobby’s throat!” If I had mind powers, I would have blown up her head.
She flushed a bit, Oh yeah, she thought I didn’t know about that.
“Well?” I demanded.
“Did Rachel tell you?” She hissed.
Yes. “No.”
“Fuck.” She muttered.
“So where are we now?” I screamed.
“I dont know!” She screamed back. She was so cute when she was angry.
“This realtionship would work better if you weren’t such a whore.” I mumbled.
“WHAT?” She demanded, and reached out to slap me.
I caught her hand and pulled her in.
“Do you love me, or him?” I demanded
“You, you idiot.”
I grinned, than kissed her, and everything was good again.
It may sound strange, but it was just the way we were.

We Talked About it And...

2008-09-07T04:55:52Z

I sighed, Tyler was right. We talked a little longer but then I was called down to dinner. Well now’s as good a time as any..

“Dad…” I began.

“Yeah?” He answered looking up at me.

“Well, I’ve been talking to this guy for a while… he lives in Georgia and I met him in New York… and he is just sooo amazing! Mom met him to and thinks he’s relaly sweet. And she talked to his parents! I was wondering if I could go down to Aunt Cheri’s until his school starts up.” I said all on one breath.

“Well.. I don’t know, I’d have to think about it…” He said. And that was that, I dropped it.

After dinner, I went back up to my room.

perfectkiss16: i told dad…
ColdPlayFan08: what’d he say?

Just then my dad knocked on my door.

“Rose?” He opened my door and I looked up. “Your mom and I talked it over… And we called Aunt Cheri… We’re gunna let you go.”

“Oh my God!” I screamed and jumped up to hug him. “Thank you!!”

The Tale of the Two Michevious Ones.

2008-09-07T04:54:59Z

Once upon a time there was a young fair maiden who lived in a quiet quaint town. She was humble, down to earth w/a bit of quirkiness and angelic but with a bit of a wild side. One day when she was working in the garden….

Smells like Teen Spirit

2008-09-07T04:42:07Z

The next day, I listened to Coldplay all the way back to Georgia. I fell in and out of sleep with my ear phones in and holding Rose’s hoodie close.

“Where’d you get that?” My mom asked once we got home.
“Oh, Rose left it at the hotel, so I took it.”
She frowned slightly, “Don’t you want to send it back?”
“No.” I answered quickly, pulling it closer to me. My mother laughed.
“Ok, you keep it then.”

After throwing my stuff on my bed, with the exception of Rose’s hoodie, I jumped on the computer; sure enough, she was online.

ColdplayFan08: Hey there pretty girl
PerfectKiss16: Hey yourself =)
ColdplayFan08: I’ll ‘hey’ whoever I want to, cutie =P
PerfectKiss16: haha ok. Whatcha doin?
ColdplayFan08: Oh just listening to music, drinking a pepsi and holding your hoodie.
PerfectKiss16: You’re holding my hoodie???
ColdplayFan08: Well, it’s the cloests thing I have to you! Speaking of which, I think you should tell your dad about us so you can come down here…

Maps.

2008-09-07T04:07:13Z

Macie walked into the halls of C.M. High. Side by Side with her bestfriend, Staci. She wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Ahh!” Macie gasped, tripping on air.

Okaay, maybe she could do without the tripping. They made their way throught the halls of their new school, looking for the main office. There was still a ten minutes before the first bell rang, and they both still had to get their scedules, and Macie was starting to think she would need a map, too.

Time to start High School, She thought.

Silence is golden/

2008-09-07T04:04:41Z

I always said I wanted exitement.
I wanted something to change my life.
I wanted explosions, and drama, and heart wrenching things.
I got what I wanted, and only now do I realize how fucking stupid it was. I wanted to go back in time, and devour every word I ever said, but it was too late.
I held a small photo in my hands, the one he hated, but I loved. I didn’t know how to talk, so I didn’t. I wrote, I thought, and I even considered learning sign language, but talking was too much. Never in my life had I wanted silence, I hated silence, but now it just seemed….neccesary.
“Valery?” A familiar voice asked. I looked up, but didn’t respond. It was Charlotte.
“How are you?” She asked cautiously. I raised my eyebrows.
“I see you still aren’t talking.” She muttered.
I nodded. .

Alright

2008-09-07T03:39:21Z

Victoria woke up the next day, weary eyed and messy haired. Her roomate was dead, her two other bestfriends probably not talking to eachother, but right now, all they needed was eachother, and of course Ethan. They all needed a guy, even if he wouldn’t tear his eyes away from Faith.

Meanwhile, Allie was just waking up. She was going back to real life. She had to forget about her boyfriend, I mean Ex- boyfriend… and move on. She decided to call Victoria.

Riing

“Helloo?”

“Victoria?”

“Yeahh?”

“Heey. It’s Allie. I miss yall. Soo much. I think we should get together and sort everything out. Even Faith. It’s time I forgive her.”

“Finally… I mean, yeahh, when do you wanna get together?”

“Haa. You always know how to cheer me up. How about like, 5:00? Sound good? Mkay. See you later.”

“Byee.”

Allie thought things were finally going to fix themselves. Everything was going to be alright.

Distance and Insecurities

2008-09-07T03:17:32Z

I laughed as I watched her twirl. My beautiful mess of a best friend, so herself, so unapologetic. Two more weeks and we’d be on opposite sides of the country- Lily at art school in New York, myself at Stanford. Everything I’ve ever wanted, right?

Two weeks and we’d be out of this tiny, midwestern town; Amazingly, impossibly, we were finally getting out. Lily would be making cool, artsy friends who appreciated things like black coffee and lighting.

“Come on, Kate, dance with me!” she said, pulling me off her couch. So we did. We danced to the music of the rain against the windows and the silence of impending separation.

Finally, we collapsed on the floor, high on dancing and laughter. After a moment, we merged into a rare, awkward silence.

“Two weeks… and then what?” I asked softly. Tentatively. I never knew what she would blow up at me about.

“I don’t know, Kate,” she murmured. She looked at me with her blue eyes sad. “Just promise you won’t forget me for all the smart kids, okay?”

Camp

2008-09-07T03:14:55Z

“Dude, being a camp counselor is gonna be awesome!”, exclamated Helena, as she walked with Stephanie.
“Ugh…no it’s gonna suck. Smelly little kids who don’t know how to use their powers sounds awful!”, lamented Stephanie. “I bet you’re just excited, cuz Embry’s going to be there.”, she teased.
“Oh, shut up Steph.”, said Helena, as she blushed. “You’ve gotta admit though, that Camp is going to be sweet. No parents, boys, the outdoors and the whole chibang.”
“Well, I’m not looking foward to it that much. I mean Gary’s not gonna be there.” Gary was Stephanie’s boyfriend of three years. They were pretty solid, and they had an abstinence policy, so there was no doubt that they would be dating for a while.
“Oh, common, you can survive without Gary.”, teased Helena in return.
“You’re just saying that, cuz your boyfriend’ll be there.”
“True.” Admitted Helena with a wide smile. Stephinie and Helena pushed the grand doors of Camp Relgristm open, and walked in. This would be the summer of their lives.

Cold Dawn

2008-09-07T02:57:38Z

The fire was burned down to embers, just a soft orange glow that was barely heating the inch around it, let alone the three sleeping bags scattered around or the people in them. Scott pulled his knees in closer to his chest and cursed all three of them for sleeping.

The sky was lightening in the East, slowly shifting from black to a rich deep blue. If it had not been for the exhaustion that was starting to come to him he would have genuinely loved the view; with enough sleep behind him, dawn was his favourite time of the day. He padded his pockets one more time, looking for smokes that he knew were not there. Why had he only brought one pack with him?

It had seemed like such a good idea to get out of town for the weekend when David had suggested it, and until the others had crashed after all the beer and guy-talk he had enjoyed it; it had taken his mind off Erica, as David had planned all along. He had not had as much to drink as the others and once there was no one to talk to, his mind went into overdrive.

Awesome Redux 400 Challenge

2008-09-07T01:59:00Z

487 by 404, take a deep breath and jump into the all new, brand-spanking, bass thumping, redux challenge.

I just finished reading through the entries to Freedom’s challenge. My goodness, those were some great stand alone ficlets. But what’s even more awesome is how many of them hinted at larger, more in depth stories. Sadly, how many of us sequel things we throw into a challenge? It’s just not done…at least not all that often.

Why? Well, it confuses the challenge judging. Or maybe the story does seem entirely owned by the writer since it came off a challenge. Do we think it rude somehow perhaps?

Here is your challenge: Go find the entry of another writer to Freedom’s challenge and write a sequel. Then post a note below so I can go read it. After Freedom judges the entries to the challenge, I’ll judge the sequels as entries to the redux challenge.

Yeah, twisted, baby! Yeah! Go on then! Get to the sequels…or prequels perhaps?

Awesome!

The Dark Life

2008-09-07T01:09:00Z

Prologue

As the sun began to fade and the sky turning a burning bright red, the moon crept up before the clouds and mist of the sunset. As darkness was falling swiftly, my heart began to race. It was time to come alive. 
 How could I be alive? How could I be living? I asked myself. 
 Nothing made sense, but the night life was my life. I had to live it or suffer. 
 So, as the night began, I moved toward the opening to a canopy of an old building left rotting and deserted. I smelt the fresh air of the deep night, smelling every scent in. I, then, jumped out, stretching towards the sky, landing gracefully to the ground.

Elfish dreams part: 18

2008-09-07T00:58:25Z

“Give lots of kisses to our Ellya from me. I love her very, very much. You are in my heart forever more; I think of you every second in my life. Our paths will cross someday, I am sure.
Until that joyful day,

Your love,
Ellyza.”

There was a silence as Ellhan closed his eyes and gently kissed the top of the letter. When he opened his eyes, I was startled to find he had tears in his eyes.

“So where is she now?” I said, and my voice quivered.

“I’m sorry I’ve lied to the whole time, but it was hard for me and I wanted to protect you. Please forgive me.” He sighed. “I do not know, although I expect she is probably in Alosia to this day. Possibly as Queen.”

I looked up at him. “Where is Alosia.”

He looked at me. “It is not here nor there. It’s hidden within time and space. Only those who have a clear destination of Alosia in their minds can reach it.”

“Clear destination?”

“Yes, walking, with the destination Alosia in their minds.”

I pondered about it.

“Have you ever been?”

Tough Case, Old Church, Better Judgment [400 Ficlets Challenge]

2008-09-07T00:57:51Z

“Seriously, that’s it?”

“Afraid so, Postle,” the older man rasped.

“Well, it’s not much to go on, is it?”

“I’ve had worse assignments.”

“Like He…”

“Hey,” the raspy voice snapped, “We’re in a church, ya know.”

“I ain’t here to worship, ya old piece of…”

“You and yer language. Jeez!”

The younger man scoffed and picked up the photo, “You call me here off book, hand me a mucked up photo of an eye, ask me to find, assess, and potentially terminate the subject…”

“You got a point in there some’eres?”

“Just sayin’, you’re hardly in a position to judge, least of all something as silly as a bit of foul language.”

The lighter clicked in the stillness of the church, and the cigarette lit with a dramatic puff of smoke. The two men eyed one another, sparing a glance at the rest of the empty, dilapidated chapel. Light slanted through what was left of ornate windows.

“So you’ll take the job, Postle?”

“Against my better judgment.”

“Ain’t it always?”

“Don’t expect anything soon.”

“Never do, sonny.”

Elfish dreams part: 17

2008-09-07T00:50:39Z

He sat back down next to me and began to read:

“Dear Ellhan, Marcus, my dearest love,
I hope you find this note, I am sending it through with my newly-found magic. I am so sorry, for everything. So sorry elves have caused so much pain for you. I see that we elves have been hypocrites talking about terrible human deeds, when we are just as cruel and unforgiving, even more so. I have cast a spell over our island so that no one can find it, not humans, not elves. You will be safe there. Look after it for me. I am also leaving this magical blue stone with you. It holds the connection between the island and the magic I have created. Give it to Ellya, my darling baby, a gift from me. It will protect her when the time comes and the island magic dies.

Yes, the magic will die some time, but I hope that when that time comes, the Elfin kind and human kind will live in peace.

Do not worry about me, I am safe with my people. They cannot harm me. Keep safe, my darling one, my heart, my soul!

A Happy Birthday

2008-09-07T00:44:00Z

“Mom,” I said, my nose tingling. “I think somethings burning,”. I glanced to my left and I knew we were seriously in trouble.
“MOM THE TOASTER ’S ON FIRE !” I screamed, getting up from my chair.
“Oh Dear Lord,” said my mother, getting up. “What do I do now?”
“PUT THE FIRE OUT ,”. She grabbed a dish towel and started to whack the toaster. Oh, she was being terribly smart.
“Mom, no!” The rag lit fire and my mother dropped it to the ground, and lucky for us, the floor just happened to be wood.
“Oh no,” said my mother. Shaking her head as I started to cough. The floor was lit on fire, so there was only one thing left to do….

We stood outside in the pouring rain as the fire fighters finished up in our entirely burnt kitchen. Well, the damage was done and there was lots of it. There went my birthday money.
“Here,” said my mother, handing me something which seemed to be a soggy envelope.
“What is it?”
“Just open it”. I tared open the saturated envelope to concert tickets….

Elfish dreams part: 16

2008-09-07T00:43:56Z

“I was devastated. I did not know what to do. I was in a daze; I was lost with no hope. I stayed like this for a long time, not really thinking, not really doing anything. I was useless. And then, I looked at you and you smiled at me and I was suddenly filled with light rays of hope and I knew that I had to continue on.”

Ellhan smiled at me, his eyes twinkling.

“So I did, at first, still in a daze, but I soon got used to the routine and continued on- for you.”

“And then about a week later, I saw something glowing blue on the beach, where Ellyza had been taken. I was immediately drawn to it. It was blue stone necklace, which I had seen Ellyza wear everyday. Yes, it’s the very one you are wearing.”

I touched the stone lightly and glowed softly.

“Beside the stone, I found a note. From Ellyza. I think she wrote it on the elven ship, going back to the Elven Kingdom, Alosia.”

Ellhan stood up, walked across the room to where Ellyza’s photo was and from its frame, took out an old sheet of paper.

Elfish dreams part: 15

2008-09-07T00:34:51Z

“The elves located us, and came for us,” Ellhan continued, his eyes dark and faraway, “Ellyza begged them to at least let me and her daughter live. They did not listen, but tried to kill me again. I fought my best, but elves had their magic. I was no match for them. I ran from the fight, trying to take Ellyza with me, with you in my arms. Then Ellyza, did something no one expected.”

“What?” I breathed.

“She cast a great spell over the island,” Ellhan said, “elves of royalty do not learn any magic, but from the ancient elvish legends, it is said that they posess a greater kind of magic that is hidden within them, that becomes unleashed when they need it. I believe she used that within her.”

He looked at me sadly.

“The elves were in confusion as Ellyza’s great spell fogged up the island. No magic of theirs could counter her spell. I, too, was in a daze, trying to work out what was happening. Then it was all too late. They left, taking Ellyza with them, leaving me with a tiny baby in my arms- you.

Trans

2008-09-07T00:24:26Z

As I opened my eyes, my new retinas burned as bright surgical lights glared down at me, angry that this transformation hadn’t happened sooner.

I was one of the lucky ones. I had managed to hide longer than any other human on earth. But they had found me at last.

Humans were no longer the rulers of the kingdom that was Earth.

My anger grew as these thoughts raced through my head, promptly being erased by the brain scanner hooked up to my forehead.

My fist curled at the thought of becoming one of them.

But I didn’t feel my regular, soft fingers touch the hardened skin of my palm. Something cold, hard, long was in its place.

I braced my eyes, and held up my hand up to my face.

And screamed.

But instead of a scream, a loud gargling noise reverberated through my throat as I stared in disgust and disbelief at the claws that extended from my new green, reptilian fingers.

It was done.

My transformation into one of them was complete.

Just Another Night

2008-09-07T00:23:05Z

She was young, she was beautiful.
Many dreams hold the two close to the heart.

He can’t hold her responsible.
For his mistakes,
Feeling all wrong about his moves towards her heart!

For all the games, neither one ever made it closer to one another.

For all the time spent away.
None could see there being a place in the world.
For the two to be together!

Dreams held them together.
The nights where the time to be with one another, holding out for faith!

She was young.
Boy was wise.
They both hoped to be together.

Now left with broken hopes and dreams, scatter among the floor.
Nothing can ever feel the same again.

The woman sees pain.
The boy feels her tears fill the cold nights.

To have, to hold, to love, is all they ever asked for.
Now she lays motionless on the floor.
The boy runs away, searching for some meaning in life.

But lost inside of her heart!

Home at Last

2008-09-07T00:14:51Z

“Rose?” My mom asked shaking me. Damn, I’d fallen alseep?

We met my dad and brother in the parking lot.

“Have fun?” Dad asked.

“Yep.” I said and earned myself a glare from mom. Oh yeah, Dad doesn’t even know about Tyler I’ll tell him later.

“Did you meet a boy?” My brother teased, poking me. I jumped and hit his hand away.

“Stop!” I laughed, ignoring his question.

We got home shortly and I took my stuff to my room after grabing a Pepsi ^TM. I logged on ficlets and was surprised to find three notes and all new comments. Dang, I hadn’t been gone that long.

I had one from Blusparrow asking me where I had been, since I had forgotten to tell her… Another from Mask by the Moon asking the same thing… and the last one from Lone Writer letting me know she had sequeled our series.

I replied to them all and then went to find and read the sequels in my series. As I was reading Lone Writer’s, an IM popped up.

ColdPlayFan08: hey there pretty girl
perfectkiss16: hey yourself =)

Burnin' Up

2008-09-07T00:08:18Z

Ew. This was pretty suckish. It was my birthday, and it was pouring rain. Just my luck. Nothing was going right. Nothing at all. I mean, I had gotten a dozen of birthday cards, but somehow half my family thought I had turned eight, so it was pretty easy to throw out all the Hello Kitty Scratch and Sniff postcards.

I got out of bed and trudged downstairs to my mother making breakfast. Wow. This was unusual. My mother couldn’t cook what so ever. She would burn boiling water.
“Good morning sunshine!” she said as I sat down at the kitchen table. Ah, the usual greeting, plus the little pet name.
“Hi,” I said.
“What’s wrong with you? Your usually all….peppy,” said my mother, walking away from the toaster.
“I don’t like rainy days,”. Yep she was right. Rainy weather made me…mad.
“Well, do you know what today is?”
“Sunday?”
“It’s your birthday, silly goose!” Again with the pet names.
“Oh yeah,” I said, smiling.
“You got that right!” Soon enough my smile faded when I smelt something. Something burning.

the fake smile

2008-09-06T23:56:24Z

every day i wake up
i get dressed for school
and put on the one thing i hate
my fake smile
the smile i pretend to feel
to hide the pain thats really real
no one sees the cover up
no one sees the scars
no one understands i’m dieing inside
so as you all walk by
and think that i’m okay
i’m secretly crying myself to sleep
and cutting away the pain
suicide is really close
it calls my name at night
no one will miss this soul of mine
because its not worth the effort
so as i sit and write this
i drag the blade down my wrist
will this be the final cut
the one that ends my life

Another Door Closed (Nostalgia Challenge)

2008-09-06T23:48:38Z

My life is a series of doors, closing and opening on unpredictable hinges and sometimes the wind still sweeps one open.

A school door made of glass:

Just a girl that used to be me, with a pen in her hair and direction in her heart. She was sure, walking up those stairs. And somehow she caught your eye and you fell into each other, but not far enough.

A red door:

You’re sitting in front of the window where we watched the snow fall onto my first car, in the room with the silly green walls. We listen to the songs that we both agreed to love. Later, the house is an empty shell, and we walk through the rooms after everything familiar had been boxed up and moved away. And I didn’t cry then, but I was crying inside, and a part of me still cries out for you.

A wooden door:

And the girl who is me now sits at a desk and watches the rain without you. She listens to music that reminds her of you, and that night you danced together, or the night you held her hand. Or the night you left and another door closed.

Jonas Part 106: Girl-Talk is Dead

2008-09-06T23:22:09Z

Mrs. Musa started class, instructing us all to brainstorm story ideas. We were free to work with other people..the perfect cover.

Blair, Mandy, Carly, Jordella and I turned our desks so we were sitting in a circle. We had just began our conversation when the JoBros pushed their desks into our circle.

“May we join you?” Joe asked.

“No,” Mandy replied, “Girl-talk time. Bye bye!” She shooed Joe away.

“Mand. . please? Those other girls are going to eat us alive,” Nick begged, smiling at her.

She gave in immediately.

And our girl-talk was dead.

Jordella passed me a note.

‘A- dude, so u kno how u + tom broke up? i don’t think me + danny r goin 2 great’

WHAT ?! They seemed perfect!

I replied, ‘DUDE, WHAT ?! no ways! r u gonna break up with him?!’

I put the note on her desk and watched her read it. She looked at me and shrugged, tossing the note into the trash can.

We all had at least 5 story ideas on our papers when the bell rang. We all straightened our desks and ran out to recess.

Lasagna Therapy

2008-09-06T21:28:05Z

After the match I lay on my bed, dead tired. Lin had beat me, 77-75. I’d played my heart out, but now my body screamed with exhaustion.
Mama Rizzo and Cara (the girl I tripped over that morning, she seems to like me) insisted on covering me with warm lasagna noodles.
And quite frankly I couldn’t care less what they were doing. The hot pasta felt good to my aching muscles.
“Poveri bellezza,” Mama Rizzo crooned sympathetically, “you play very well, but you must rest. La mia parola! Cricket’s, how you say?”
“Running you ragged?” little Cara suggested.
“Si, grazie, Cara.”
“He sure is!” Cricket’s voice boomed.
“Speak of the devil,” I mumbled.
“Hey, I just came to say you have the day off tomorrow. You’re really gonna need the rest. Especially for what I have in mind for you two.”
Uh-oh, I thought, suppressing a moan. Cricket’s got that smirk again. That can’t mean anything good.

Souvenir

2008-09-06T20:57:36Z

I hung up with a melancholy expression upon my face. I held my phone in one hand and Rose’s hoodie in the other. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, then lifted the hoodie up to take in its heavenly scent.

“Rose…” I whispered softly into the mass of the hoodie.

I packed it into my bag along with my clothes and other things.
I guess I’ll be taking home a souvenir I thought, laughing lightly.

My parents and I ate leftovers from the restaurant we’d been at yesterday. It was silent, as my mother had brought some bad news about my grandma in the hospital…
“The doctors say she isn’t faring well, and the cancer has spread throughout various parts of her body… They might’ve caught it too late.”
I didn’t speak, but my heart sank. My grandmother and I had been close when we lived in New York. My father looked as though he wanted to say something, but went back to his dinner.

That night, I took Rose’s hoodie out to snuggle with, hoping with all hope that I would see her again soon.

The Drifter Challenge

2008-09-06T20:47:32Z

In one of Garrison Keillor’s News from Lake Wobegon stories, he talks about a man known only as “The Drifter.” All he does is walk everywhere; he’s seen and done a great many things in his life just drifting around.
So, my challenge to you: Write a ficlet which could be a story of one of the Drifter’s adventures.

Need some help? Here’s the archive show where the News from Lake Wobegon can be found: http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/programs/2008/07/12/
Just click on “Segment 4,” and you’ll get to hear all about The Drifter.

Oh! Deadline!
Hm… September 27th! Perfect!
Good luck, force be with you, feliz navidad, etc, etc, etc.

PR Challenge Results!

2008-09-06T20:32:45Z

Well, a very small collection. But, all high quality!

The entry which glorifies the quality of public radio as a device to bring people together:
People Radio, by Orange Oreos.

The NPR -Addiction Confession:
NPRaholic, by Punkin.
Nice style, well done!

The Ironic NPR -Hater:
In the Morning, by Rae Belkcit.
Me likey the irony in this one.
(Just to let you know, Rae, that there are some odd stories on NPR [Namly on Wait Wait], but some of them are good!)

Thanks to you three for entering!