tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post7952830996224017032..comments2024-02-16T06:30:29.042-05:00Comments on The Lemonade Stand: TLS's Flash-Fic Fridays are in full effect! Come and see who's flashing us this week: Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03247531977736920746noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-389691302441622932013-05-01T20:53:52.641-04:002013-05-01T20:53:52.641-04:00TheFicChick
http://www.fanfiction.net/~theficchick...TheFicChick<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/~theficchick<br />#12<br /><br />“I can’t remember anything without you,” I almost-whisper, and he reaches out to tuck my hair behind my ear. The gesture makes my heart hurt.<br />“Me either,” he says softly, his voice rough. “Maybe that’s always been our problem.”<br />High school sweethearts, each other’s firsts, college sweethearts, post-college Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-34603874892061421912013-05-01T16:07:25.012-04:002013-05-01T16:07:25.012-04:00#11#11VampiresHaveLawshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09021900576059406319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-59572872967749683652013-05-01T15:56:40.626-04:002013-05-01T15:56:40.626-04:00Sharon Henderson
300 words
#10
It's been a ye...Sharon Henderson<br />300 words<br />#10<br /><br />It's been a year now. I left a letter, and I packed a bag. I didn't take a picture of us. I didn't want a reminder of what I left behind. I wanted to see what I could be without you. <br /><br />That's funny. I've done nothing. <br /><br />I left that small town, left you. I moved to this big city, and with stars in my eyes IAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-7548549649223119522013-04-30T06:23:14.852-04:002013-04-30T06:23:14.852-04:00#10#10VampiresHaveLawshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09021900576059406319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-43942834615790552952013-04-29T21:03:44.910-04:002013-04-29T21:03:44.910-04:00ChocolateLover82
Word Count: 300
#9
I stare at hi...ChocolateLover82<br />Word Count: 300<br />#9<br /><br />I stare at him, sitting in front of me. Only now, it’s like I’m seeing a different person. His eyes, always so bright and happy, now look tired and lifeless; his mouth, always knowing what to say and do against my skin, is now set into a hard line; even his hands, that always knew when to be gentle or rough even before I knew what I wanted,Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-12171099817119616212013-04-29T18:21:25.943-04:002013-04-29T18:21:25.943-04:00@sparrownotes24
http://www.fanfiction.net/~sparrow...@sparrownotes24<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/~sparrownotes24<br />Word Count: 300<br />#9<br /><br /><br />Mondays: We steal warm, sleepy minutes from the new day to hold onto the weekend.<br /><br />Tuesdays: We sneak long lunches. "Pickles? I'd rather lick the pavement." I don't test you; your smile tells me you’d really do it. <br /><br />Wednesdays: You always buy me Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12052641413118384618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-73711585537993414482013-04-29T08:42:20.387-04:002013-04-29T08:42:20.387-04:00Twilightladies
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2878973...Twilightladies<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2878973/twilightladies<br />Word Count – 300<br />#8<br /><br />I watch you with him and I know I’m at my limit. <br /><br />We’ve been friends for years, though I’ve always wanted more. I’d been happy to just have you in my life, even if it wasn’t the way I wanted. <br /><br />Not now. I can’t do this any longer.<br /><br />I watch as he wraps his Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-18981642126258998022013-04-28T05:01:06.432-04:002013-04-28T05:01:06.432-04:00Last Aboard
http://www.fanfiction.net/~lastaboard
...Last Aboard<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/~lastaboard<br />Word Count: 300<br />#7<br /><br />I cried for three days when we found out that we were out of options even though it wasn't me that'd been slapped with an expiration date.<br /><br />On the fourth day, when I cracked my puffy eyelids open just enough to reach for my phone and call in sick again, he reached out his hand to wrap LastAboardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09560690059974351797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-83242000936821646252013-04-27T20:41:30.856-04:002013-04-27T20:41:30.856-04:00@primarycolors1
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/140088...@primarycolors1<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1400881/primarycolors<br />#6<br />291 words<br /><br /><br />“I can’t remember anything without you,” he said. “You’ve always been there.”<br /><br />The threadbare cushion felt rough under her fingers. She’d always hated that couch, hated the color and how it sagged in the middle, how on rainy days it smelled like the dog. But the subtle primarycolorshttp://www.fanfiction.net/u/1400881/primarycolorsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-90021666484352728362013-04-27T13:52:05.287-04:002013-04-27T13:52:05.287-04:00Perry Maxwell on FFN, perrymaxed on Twitter
http:/...Perry Maxwell on FFN, perrymaxed on Twitter<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2472784/Perry-Maxwell<br />#5<br />300 words<br />Title: Wishing and Hoping<br /><br />The moments are few and far between. Though, when they arrive, they’re worth it.<br /><br />It was simple really. Yesterday you made coffee just the way I like it: black with two sugars. You set the cup before me and sat down acrossPerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03887358453287599551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-7032548494753638622013-04-27T10:40:44.168-04:002013-04-27T10:40:44.168-04:00FFn: Mayflay http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1944230/
...FFn: Mayflay http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1944230/<br />#4<br />Word count: 191<br /><br />They say that the minute you saw me, you offered me your favorite toy. They say that was the first time I started babbling. The first memory I have includes you. We were three and you pushed me to a small puddle. I started to cry and you panicked and started to cry too.<br /><br />The first day of school, Evehttp://www.fanfiction.net/u/1944230/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-34822585679337314332013-04-27T08:53:29.879-04:002013-04-27T08:53:29.879-04:00Boom-Boom Jones
http://www.fanfiction.net/~boomboo...Boom-Boom Jones<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/~boomboomjones<br />#3<br />Word Count: 290<br /><br /><br />You’re his friend. You’re the one who’s quiet and compliant. You bring an extra six-pack when no one asks. Or maybe someone has and I’ve never noticed because I’ve barely noticed you. <br /><br />You wear threadbare shirts and you don’t always comb your hair and sometimes when you’re Boom-Boom Joneshttp://www.fanfiction.net/~boomboomjonesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-46890669883131581082013-04-26T23:13:13.858-04:002013-04-26T23:13:13.858-04:00Honeybee Meadows
http://www.fanfiction.net/~honeyb...Honeybee Meadows<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/~honeybeemeadows<br />#2<br />Word Count: 297<br />--------------------<br />It’s been 271 days. I’ve counted them all. <br /><br />42 days in a coma. 56 with my skull bound to keep everything inside. 68 before I could stand up to take a piss on my own. 94 before they took all of the needles out of me. 109 before they let her bring me home. <br /><HoneybeeMeadowshttps://www.facebook.com/honeybee.meadows?ref=tn_tnmnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-13197154680255620312013-04-26T18:01:35.004-04:002013-04-26T18:01:35.004-04:00Twitter: @k8ln713
FFn: http://www.fanfiction.net/u...Twitter: @k8ln713<br />FFn: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2528887/<br />Entry #1<br />Word count: 299<br /><br />I'd known Edward since childhood. He left town not too long after graduation.<br /><br />It was eight years later that I found him lying on the ground, beaten almost to a pulp.<br /><br />He had no recollection of who he was, meaning he looks at me and doesn't know me either.<br Caitlinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13886751847064188937noreply@blogger.com