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• Wanting Memories [Ficletary Tribute]

  by g2 (la pianista irlandesa) about 3 hours ago

  “How could they do this to us?” everyone wants to know. “How could they take this away from us?” Yes, I wonder the same thing…

• Wanting Memories [Ficletary Tribute, 2]

  by g2 (la pianista irlandesa) about 4 hours ago

  They’d revealed their personalities through comments, through their own works, & some through IM conversations. Incidentally,...

• Hellogoodbye Ficlets

  by Dreamt of Turquoise about 6 hours ago

  So g2 suggested the site, www.protagonize.com, and I think it’s a good solution to our Ficlets dilemma..

  Nothing can come c…

• A Small Tribute

  by Saint Chuck about 13 hours ago

  For most of us, Ficlets is a lifeline, an escape, a place to write, meet new people, receive feedback and write some more. Fi…

• More Than Just A Website, A Tribute to Ficlets Since It's Leaving :(

  by More Than Meets The Eyes 1 day ago

  Okay, so I was signing on today, and I saw that it said that Ficlets is going away PERMENANTLY on January 15th. I just want t…

• One Day More [A tribute to the last-minute NaNo scrambling]

  by g2 (la pianista irlandesa) 4 days ago

  One day more,
  Another day another destiny
  This never-ending road to Novelty…
  These ones who taunt with the time
  Will surely…

• One Day More [Part 3]

  by g2 (la pianista irlandesa) 4 days ago

  One day more!

  Jumbled flurry of typing, writing, and all-around scrambling…

  This night sure isn’t far away,
  Oh no, tod…

• One Day More [Part 2]

  by g2 (la pianista irlandesa) 4 days ago

  One day more!
  One more day of scramble-ution
  I have nipped it in the bud
  I have piled up my wordage,
  I’m not dreached in swea…

• A tribute to The Raven

  by Oy 5 months ago

  Once upon a midnight dark,
  as I sat, on a lark
  at my computer to look for
  a website I had gone to in the days of lore

  As I s…

• I can't live, with or without you [A Ficlets Tribute to U2]

  by Ana Cristina 8 months ago

  Gloria, your hair is wild honey, your eyes are the Indian summer sky, and staring at the exquisite grace of your face…