As I walked through the double doors of the Marriot Hotel Convention Center I could hear the chatter of Ficly writers sharing their latest literary glories. Hanging above the stage in bold red letters the sign read, "Welcome Ficly Members! " The right side of the room mirrored the left side, with a long isle going down the middle of the room which lead to many rows of seating just before the stage. A sign sat at the beginning of the long isle that said," Timed challenges to the left and Sequel’s/Prequel’s to the right."

The isle started to sway and the sign began to melt, writers sneering at me as I looked at them with aversion. They hadn’t done anything wrong, it was the high dose blotter kicking in. The lights above seem to be dropping soft velvet like glitter flakes unto my skin. Writers glisten, so scintillating.

Timed challenges would not be visited on this trip. This trip, trip, my brain chugging and losing its grip, reality slipping away. Prequel skipped to sequel without delay, …..no Ficly way!