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g2 Challenge Entry Hit Parade [CoC]

After digging through all my old challenge entries, I decided to come up with a Top 10 List (in no particular order):
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The Writer Takes a Stroll Down Memory Lane

“Oh, Aidan. After all these years!” Mrs. McCarthy clasped her hands together as tears glistened in her eyes, too.
_I reach…
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The Writer Unearths Memories

“Wh-what is that?” I asked, my eyes flaring wide.
“I just found it in the basement, reckoned I’d bring it up,” _Mrs. McC…
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The Writer and Her Hostess Discover Delightful Treasure

We stayed like that for a precious moment, just appreciating each other’s presence.
_His chin rested just on the top of m…
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The Writer Finally Makes Amends

_There was silence again, and I crumpled the paper bag and flung it into the recycling bin, angry at him, angry at my words, ...
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The Writer Gives the Wrong Impression

“What?”
_He looked a little hurt at that. Yeah…I did sound a little bored…but I didn’t want it to come off that way! I f…
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Plot Unfolds

Getting my jewelry making paraphernalia down here was easy. I’d boxed it up when I started this dig, so my parents were used …
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The Writer Finds Bad Grammar on a Commercial Product

”’Essential oils’. What the heck is that supposed to mean?” _I said, sounding detached. My voice startled even me, and I was …
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The Writer Segregates Herself

That night, things were pretty much quiet until I went downstairs – but I guess, things never stay quiet for too long.
_I …
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Unrevealing Dreams

“The doctors said there was a lot of swelling around your spine. You might not feel them until the swelling goes down.” Mom e…
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Decisions Decisions

But first she had to get some new shoes – and a purse – and
maybe a scarf. But what color? Could she leave that to a
subo…
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The Physical Aftermath

The pain was intense, his leg was throbbing and bleeding everywhere, his chin and neck stung, and so did his hand after snagg…
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Your Last First Kiss
I glance shyly up at your perfect face,
and meet your deep blue stare.
Quickly I look away,
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Residing Dreams (Chapter 195)

Yet no matter how much we tried to make each other’s lives perfect, that could not happen either. I will never forget one day…
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Residing Dreams (Chapter 194)

I knew I was much too young to be thinking this way. I was twelve at the time, and Casimir would turn twelve in September. In…
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Residing Dreams (Chapter 193)

I knew in the back of my mind that Casimir’s family situation was a bit worse than mine.He hadn’t been shown nearly as much l…
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Residing Dreams (Chapter 192)

One day, as I sat with Casimir in his room, we came across the matter of gender roles. “You know,” he said, “I deem I still w…
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Stunned At HIM

“Thanks, Cam!” i was really appreciative, he was sort of my hero in this moment.
“Hey there’s a few papers over there.” He j…
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Daydreaming About HIM Causes Accident

I woke the next morning excited. I knew things between Cam and I were still awesome. I had been overreacting yesterday. It fe…
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Dangerous Diversion

No more tests. No more Grandparents yapping in his ear. No more more girls, with their deceptive language and weird expressio…
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The Haunted House Challenge
Oh my stars, I’ve gone and published 700 ficlets. I’m actually at 702 right now (not counting this one).
Is there a limit to…
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Strange Acquaintances

What does he mean, ‘Who am I?’ she thought. This guy, erm, Aedin, apparently, doesn’t make any sense!
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rain on the windshield

................Rain’s no feat for a windshield-wiper…..................
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81 Ficlets! [CHALLENGE] Theme Song Challenge
Wow! I can’t believe it, but after only a year, I’ve reached 81 ficlets! Haha, took me long enough.
Since it seems to be the…
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No One Knows {Theme Song Challenge}

We get some rules to follow…
I walk into the kitchen, pour a glass of water and read the label again. “This is ridicul…
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Skinny Dipping

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The Murder House on Smuttynose Island (Ana Christina's H.H.C.)

I came here looking for inspiration. I was going to write a book about my stay at the murder house on Smuttynose Island. I wi…
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Ottoman's Treasure [ Shakespeare's Cursed Grave Challenge ]

“Alright,” said Ottoman, taking his cigar out of his mouth. “Crack that bastard open.”
Ottoman had spent a lot of time and a…
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Bunny Says Ficlets.com is Fine

I was sick in bed, and just kind of paying attention to e-mail as it came in on my pants mac. I’d had a fever for days and …
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We Interrupt This Regularly Schedualed Ficlet to Bring You This Challenge
We have our favorites; we have the ones we absolutely abhor. We’re constantly bombarded with them.
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Shakespeare's Cursed Grave Challenge
It reads upon Shakespeare’s grave:
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
and cursed be he who moves my bones.What …
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Tonight

I sighed, stepping out onto the porch of the hotel room overlooking the beach. She was gazing into the vastness of the ocean,...
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It was her smile.

I haven’t seen her smile for a long time. Seven months to be exact.
Fragments of what she used to be sometimes flash in her…
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Chitty Chitty Gangbang! (Gangsta Challenge)
Yo yo yo!
Me, X-Ninja, and N555Champ would like to place a challenge. DUn dUn DuN!This should be plenty of fun. We want you…
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Harry Potter 8: 19 Years Later in the Forbidden Forest

Book 7 Spoilers
“Lumos” He whispered, jabbing his wand from his cloak as a bright light erupted from the tip. At this ti…
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Results of a Wish ( Fairy Godmother aids Kermit Gorf)

“Well Fairy Godmother.. and assistant.. you see I am a gorf, which is a geeky nerdish neb.. I thank thee much for having said…
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I challenge you! Write your life in six words.
Okay. Some people may think this is stupid but I think it’s hard. A few days ago in my art class we talked about this dude He…
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From Blu Sparrow to Band Baby

With a sparkle and a poof Blu Sparrow was in her homecoming dress and the door bell was ringing.
“Blu! Tim is here!” Blu Sp…
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Mistress of Indecision Gets her Wish

Fay and Jezebel found Mistress Elsha amongst a pile of clothes.
“Oh dear! I just can’t…” she was muttering. “Who are you?”...