StephanieBamBam's StoriesA geek who's always fantasized of writing the Great American Novel...one ficlet at a time.2008-07-22T06:19:21Zhttp://ficlets.com/feeds/author/stephaniebambamThat Perfect Moment<p>How could something that was once so wonderful, suddenly become so sad? Those first few weeks of happiness, when everything was perfect, when I’d spend hours just staring in awe.</p>
<p>I wish I could have just stopped time back when things were perfect. Remain in that glow of the first few weeks forever.</p>
<p>Now there are wants, needs, demands. Everything has to change, things have to be fixed. And if they’re not fixed? It’ll all be over. Even my cat is less demanding.</p>
<p>There isn’t anything I can do, there is no room for negotiation. Repairs must be made.</p>
<p>So I pay for the repairs, spend my hundreds, hoping to capture a little of that original glow. It isn’t the same, the trunk doesn’t open properly, there are scratches on one door, the windshield is a little scratched. But those initial moments with it, and those keep me going. Keep me searching.</p>
<p>Someday I’ll find that happiness again, when I’m willing to start all over. For now…I just remember.</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/632007-03-09T17:08:17Z2008-07-22T06:19:21ZStephanieBamBamhttp://ficlets.com/authors/stephaniebambamToo much?<p>He found that he couldn’t stop writing. Ideas began flowing from him like water, his thinking was all over the map, and ficlets were the perfect format for jotting down those ideas. He was able to write little pieces of his stories and watch the community make them grow.</p>
<p>Dragons, princesses, virtual worlds, space ships, all of these ideas he’d been dreaming about for years suddenly appeared in print on the screen before him.</p>
<p>Nothing seemed to matter anymore, nothing other than writing more ficlets. He found he couldn’t travel anymore, or leave his home computer to go into the office.</p>
<p>The news stories of people dying by spending too much time in front of their computers were amusing to him, but didn’t concern him as much as they should have.</p>
<p>His art was beginning to take over his life.</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/412007-03-08T14:00:26Z2007-05-22T23:41:23ZStephanieBamBamhttp://ficlets.com/authors/stephaniebambam