Ficly Snippets
Here are a couple snippets I posted in reply to challenges at Ficly.
The “Love Letter” Challenge:
“Your Secret Admirer”
I love you.
I don’t think I’ve ever done quite as much for anyone else as I have for you, and you didn’t even need to ask.
I never thought myself as one to put their life on the line for someone else- selfish, but that’s who I thought I was… yet, you came and changed all that. For you, I just know I would give up everything- even my own life.
This me I didn’t know, it scares me, makes me act angry. You make me wish I was a better person, but I’m not.
I know you will never love me, you couldn’t, you would hate me if you knew who I was and that is why I will not sign this; but I needed to get it off my chest. I needed to tell someone, I needed to tell you those three words:
I love you.
And nothing will ever change that, even if I act cold towards you.
Part of me hopes you realize who I am, another part hopes you will never know. But it’s the truth.
No matter what, my feelings will never change.
Yours Truly, yours forever…
Your Secret Admirer
The “One Line” for some sort of feeling of despair:
“Heartache”
I don’t know if he ever understood how terrible this all was to me, the despair and loneliness I felt when he was taken from me, cruelly, like ripping away a part of my very soul; for that is what he really was to me- another part of myself, we were one and the same.
The “It All Began With… ” (Tell how your parents met- or make it up. Mine was made up.):
“A Moment In Time”
The ship’s largest room had been heavily decorated for the occasion, although what occasion that was exactly was beyond their knowledge. Draperies and fancy tables were set about, details of gold easily caught the eye, food and drink at their reach. A band was playing some sappy tune, and a few couples were dancing to it on the space reserved for that purpose; but they- oh, they were not dancing. They were sitting by a table, drinking and laughing.
She, a model, dazzling even in the simple dress she wore, invited by a friend.
Him, a navy officer, a knight in shining armor with his slick white uniform.
Had the friend not retired to dance with his superior’s daughter, leaving her alone, perhaps they would have never met.
