One Time, One Chance
Ficly, Ficly, Ficly.
I can’t wait to endeavor into your boundless grasps of thoughts and proceedings of Ficly writers’ absurd rantings.
I’m OTOC; you may (or may not?) have encountered me from the previous site, Ficlets.
I’d like to think I’ve improved, but that’s not up to me. I can only record my growth through your (yes, YOUR!) feedback – of which I crave.
If you’re as lame and strange as I am, we’ll get along incredibly.
I’m in the LoA – but I can’t, for the life of me, remember what my title MoA stands for. Something-of-Awesomeness, for sure.
For whatever reason, you’ll likely find me writing more poems than stories.
“Because with you and me writing, 1024 characters is a sentence, not a story.”
I love vocabulary.
And Icy Tea.
Is it lame that I think I have the honor of being friends with so many people?
Insert Pen Name Here said it best:
“Three cheers for the return of Ficleteers!”