howhardlifeis,BrokenAngel, AwkwardlyReversed, Disturbed Youth, moonlight_girl, Holdini, Mr.Gabriel, canadianwriter, Charlotte Scriversi, Raymond Finn, Saint Chuck,someday_93, Ana Christina, Emmyful, thebetweenspace, Kermitgorf, and still others. It intruiged me how each person had their own individual name, despite the fact that there were so many of us. We socialized in the dinning room, where a table set for a banquet stood. Some ficleteers explored other parts of the house; venturing upstairs or watching home videos in the living room. Others visited the library, which consisted of every story ever written in the history of ficlets. I chatted with Elsha, whom I hadn’t talked to in a while, and I promised BernerO that we would continue our series together. I gazed upon the giant cloth banner that said in jovial yet wistful letters (if such a thing was possible) “Ficlets Final Farewell Party.” I felt my eyes flood with tears suddenly, as did many others. It was the first time I had cried, and it felt right.