User 8822's Stories2008-05-19T00:47:35Zhttp://ficlets.com/feeds/author/user_8822Prime Prom.. Let's Not re-live it!<p>I hadn’t seen him in ten years. My prom date. Joel Bell, “high school hottie”. I had already been married, and you’ll never guess who I had married…the <strong>nerd</strong> of the school. I wish I hadn’t seen him, either…for that was the stormiest day of my life. I wore a red long sparkly dress (80s style), accessorized with a hot pink cast on my left-no right- arm. He wore a suit, just regular-looking…</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/280332008-04-19T19:55:35Z2008-05-19T00:47:35ZUser 8822http://ficlets.com/authors/user_8822Mahi-mahi<p>Does this smell OK to you? Fishing, like a 72 retired old man. A mahi mahi, dead. It didn’t smell BAD , only like sea. I particularily do not like this smell. For the sea smells give me headaches. It was awful, my first time fishing. The only thing I could get was ONE fish, and it wasn’t even alive… only though it WAS dead, it was my fish, and that was that…</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/280262008-04-19T18:36:54Z2008-05-19T08:44:33ZUser 8822http://ficlets.com/authors/user_8822The graduation Pups<p>On the day of Saturday, The Malson family’s oldest daughter Theresa graduated from Covington High. What she didn’t know was what awaited her at her door: two tiny, adorable, white puppies..what Theresa had always wanted. When she approached the door, she couldn’t beleive the sight of them…</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/280242008-04-19T18:28:42Z2008-05-18T23:32:31ZUser 8822http://ficlets.com/authors/user_8822