I reckoned that in the midst of mourning over the shutting down of ficlets, the writers were also reflecting on loved ones that they had lost. After all, everyone had memories. When these minutes had passed, all I could hear were the cheers and whistles of my fellow ficleteers. I wasn’t sure, but I could’ve sworn that Mr. Kevin Lawver was crying. I carefully walked back to my table, where I was greeted with open arms. A number of others came up and congratulated me, Essie, or both of us. “You conveyed the message so well. This time, it wasn’t only through words, but through music as well,â€? Mistress Elsha Hawk said to me. Then, I started to cry like a raging river. I couldn’t stop the tears from coming, no matter what.Essie gave me a big hug and patted my shoulder. “You were wonderful,â€? she whispered. “You made everyone’s day so special. Now they’ll never forget it. We don’t really have the Internet where I’m from, but…I have a feeling you left a positive mark on www.ficlets.com which will never be forgotten.â€?