Ah, February. A time marked by the ancient practice of showering someone you love in little tithes of your devotion.
Here on Ficly, a disturbing trend has emerged in this month of love — stories about blood, cutting, suicide, addiction, and death.
Has February become a second October??
I feel the need to challenge my ficly family to reach out with words of support.
Most entries involving the maiming of flesh, contemplating suicidal leaps into the ether, or depressed declarations of desire to end it all are written to console the author and keep them from actually doing these things. At least, I’ve been told by some of you that writing is your catharsis and not to worry, you really won’t do anything brash.
For the duration of this month of love, I propose we comment on such ficlies with encouraging words.
Perhaps you are the one who makes that person feel better.
That is a gift worth more than chocolates or roses!