Ficlets Farewell Party Challenge (pt 2)
In the middle of us stood a time capsule, filled with most of our precious stories, as well as our peices of inspiration and characters. We put in our former ink pens, which had been used to write countless rough drafts. Afterwards, we were each presented with golden pencil pendants with our names engraved on them. I looked at mine with a mix of pleasure and pain, the bittersweetness filling the air. SaveTheUnicorns. Three words, all put together, that would always reside in a part of me. “So, what of us now?” g2 (la pianista irlandesa) asked, as all of us were wondering. “We shall never cease writing,” I replied then and there. “Indeed so,” Freedom agreed. We decided to go inside, as the sky looked ominous. All of us crammed into the tiny cottage one by one; walking through the wooden door. “Ficlets Writing Shack” was engraved on a bronze nameplate. To the surprise of many, once we all entered the structure, there was plenty of room for all of us.