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                <title>Winter Cuddles *~{Jack Frost x Reader Oneshot}~*</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 22:23:56 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Winter Cuddles *~{Jack Frost x Reader Oneshot}~*</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://dandylion127.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~dandylion127</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ *-Haha, this was a song reference for the country music fans like myself. The song's called "If I Didn't Have You" by Thompson Square. ^-^<br />Anywhoooo...I feel like I might have made Jack a little OOC in this....LOLNO I don't think you really can make Jack OOC after seeing the movie 4 times in theaters and one other time on DVD. Plus Jack kinda has two sides that I think I encorperated in this - his fun side and his sentimental side.<br />Was it rushed or anything? Oh, and if you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, feel free to tell me and I'll fix it. (: ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Warning: Only ONE cuss word, and the reader nor Jack says it. I didn't think that was a good reason to put a mature content filter on it. (:<br />*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*<br /><br />Blowing a strand of (H/C) hair out of your face, you sighed, placing your bottom on your living room couch. Despite the fact that it was Winter, you were wearing shorts, a tank top, and the fireplace was unlit. I guess you could say its one of your "talents". Withstanding the cold wasn't a problem when your best friend - and crush - was pretty much the coldest person on the planet.<br />You crossed your legs and lie ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ *-Haha, this was a song reference for the country music fans like myself. The song's called "If I Didn't Have You" by Thompson Square. ^-^<br />Anywhoooo...I feel like I might have made Jack a little OOC in this....LOLNO I don't think you really can make Jack OOC after seeing the movie 4 times in theaters and one other time on DVD. Plus Jack kinda has two sides that I think I encorperated in this - his fun side and his sentimental side.<br />Was it rushed or anything? Oh, and if you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, feel free to tell me and I'll fix it. (: ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Rainbow Coloured Canvas</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 18:46:14 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Rainbow Coloured Canvas</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://kittykatrocks12.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~kittykatrocks12</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Rainbow Coloured Canvas ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ You stare at the blank white canvas.<br /><br />&ldquo;When will my world be filled with color&rdquo; you wonder<br /><br />You look beyond the canvas and see the setting sun. You used to love painting these kinds of scenes. But that changed after the accident. You stand up, pick up the canvas and fold up the easel then you lean down pick up your painting supplies and put them in your bag. You walk away and back to your apartment. Another day with no results.<br /><br />Time Skip<br /><br />You&rsquo;re sitting on the worn couch in your apartment. You really tired after sitting in the same place for hours. Slowly your eyes close and soon after your asleep.<br /><br />&hellip;<br /><br />You&rsquo;re r ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Rainbow Coloured Canvas ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Yoko's Yard Sale</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 20:04:55 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Yoko's Yard Sale</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://achast.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 *Achast</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ A brother and sister decide to hold a yard sale, to get rid of some useless junk around the house, but they disagree on what counts as 'junk'... ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ &ldquo;Well this sucks&hellip;&rdquo; Yoko thought glumly. The young woman groaned miserably into her gag. A large rubber ball was clenched between her teeth. Two leather straps were attached to the sides of the ball. They circled around her head, buckled tight at the back. Two more straps extended up from these, joining into one at the bridge of her nose. This was pulled over her head and attached at the back. Another strap was pulled under her chin, holding her mouth clamped shut on the gag.<br />The 18 year old girl shifted her body, trying to find a less uncomfortable position. Her choices were&hellip;limited, to say the least. Yoko knelt on t ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ A brother and sister decide to hold a yard sale, to get rid of some useless junk around the house, but they disagree on what counts as 'junk'... ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Version 2.0: part 1</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 23:02:13 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Version 2.0: part 1</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://hinatameerkat.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 =hinatameerkat</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ And now onto the main part of the series! Don't you love it when your children destroy a captain's office and take out the main power source in one minute? <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/x/xd.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":XD:" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="93" title="XD"/> Also, so that there's no confusion here, Rika and Ichiru are 15, and Chihiro is 9. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/><br /><br />Next: Coming Soon~<br />Prev: <a href="http://hinatameerkat.deviantart.com/art/Version-2-0-part-1-373890575?ga_submit_new=10%253A1369548133">[link]</a><br /><br />Rika, Ichiru and Chihiro Kuchiki, and Melisenda (c) <a target="_self" href="http://hinatameerkat.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/h/i/hinatameerkat.jpg?10" alt=":iconhinatameerkat:" title="hinatameerkat" /></a> <br />All others (c) Tite Kubo ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Glancing about, a tall, thin man cautiously approached an archway. The archway was made from cracked stone that obviously, at one point in its life, was part of something much nicer. Now, though, the building was nothing but ruins. A ragged curtain covered the archway, and a dog sat in front. The man approached the dog, and slipped under the curtain. While the dog appeared normal from a distance, he was reminded where he was when he saw the hole in its chest. Cold, pale sand covered the floors of the ruins, and dim moon light flooded in from the many cracks. Sitting in the middle of the area was who he was looking for.<br /><br />He came up behind the  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ And now onto the main part of the series! Don't you love it when your children destroy a captain's office and take out the main power source in one minute? <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/x/xd.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":XD:" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="93" title="XD"/> Also, so that there's no confusion here, Rika and Ichiru are 15, and Chihiro is 9. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/><br /><br />Next: Coming Soon~<br />Prev: <a href="http://hinatameerkat.deviantart.com/art/Version-2-0-part-1-373890575?ga_submit_new=10%253A1369548133">[link]</a><br /><br />Rika, Ichiru and Chihiro Kuchiki, and Melisenda (c) <a target="_self" href="http://hinatameerkat.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/h/i/hinatameerkat.jpg?10" alt=":iconhinatameerkat:" title="hinatameerkat" /></a> <br />All others (c) Tite Kubo ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 21</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 19:39:10 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 21</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ShrapnelLeader</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 *ShrapnelLeader</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ IT'S HERE. So much to talk about! So little time! Even less sleep, but sleep is for the WEAK.<br /><br />I've been planning this chapter for....so....stinkin'.....long. Now that I've reached it, I kind of feel like saying "now what?" <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="366" title=":D (Big Grin)"/> <br /><br />With this down, the rest of the story will roll off much easier.<br /><br /><br /><br /><b> **** These characters were created by me. To know more about the characters' personality profiles and designs, check out my artwork below! **** </b> <br /><br /><a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Children-of-the-Mane-Six-303310388">[link]</a><br /><br />Cover art by LinaPrime: <a href="http://linaprime.deviantart.com/art/Foals-of-the-Mane-6-Sorrow-357964867">[link]</a><br /><br /><br />To go to Chapter 1: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Children-of-the-Mane-Six-Chapter-1-306504658">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 2: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Children-of-the-Mane-Six-Chapter-2-308121504">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 3: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Children-of-the-Mane-Six-Chapter-3-310174612">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 4: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Children-of-the-Mane-Six-Chapter-4-312088257">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 5: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Children-of-the-Mane-Six-Chapter-5-314442780">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 6: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Children-of-the-Mane-Six-Chapter-6-316532629">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 7: <a href="http://fav.me/d5apyw8">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 8: <a href="http://fav.me/d5cygvg">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 9: <a href="http://fav.me/d5efefq">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 10: <a href="http://fav.me/d5godrn">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 11: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Kids-of-the-Mane-Six-Ch-11-331856352?ga_submit=10%3A1351712313&ga_type=edit">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 12: <a href="http://fav.me/d5jnomg">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 13: <a href="http://fav.me/d5m2szy">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 14: <a href="http://fav.me/d5oerje">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 15: <a href="http://fav.me/d5qncaq">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 16: <a href="http://fav.me/d5snr1i">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 17: <a href="http://fav.me/d5ty2sq">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 18: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Kids-of-the-Mane-Six-Ch-18-361855930?q=gallery%3Ashrapnelleader%2F24581701&qo=20">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 19: <a href="http://fav.me/d61z3qp">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 20: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Kids-of-the-Mane-Six-Ch-20-370933248">[link]</a><br /><br /><b> ***THESE ARE NOT SHIPPING CHILDREN. No fathers will be implied, revealed, named, or described in any way. This is not a shipping story and I would like to stay neutral on that battleground. Thank you.*** <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="387" title=";) (Wink)"/> </b><br /><br /><br />If you want to follow the story, hit FAVE or WATCH! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[  Chapter 21: What are you?  (First draft. Will be re-edited)<br /><br />Flora opened the bedroom door with a deep caution that she had not felt in a very long time. Zecora&rsquo;s deflection of her questions were suspicious enough, but when she entered the room and her eyes connected with the twins&rsquo;, her caution grew into fear.<br /><br />Cherry&rsquo;s bouncy magenta hair now looked gangly and worn. Berry looked like he hadn&rsquo;t gotten enough rest, but his eyes remained fixated on Radiance, who was still asleep and recovering. She had been through a lot, but now she finally looked peaceful for the first time since she had arrived. Despite the despairi ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/f/2013/145/9/0/time_traveling_kids_of_the_mane_six__ch__21_by_shrapnelleader-d66l4gs.jpg" height="417" width="300"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/150/f/2013/145/9/0/time_traveling_kids_of_the_mane_six__ch__21_by_shrapnelleader-d66l4gs.jpg" height="150" width="108"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ IT'S HERE. So much to talk about! So little time! Even less sleep, but sleep is for the WEAK.<br /><br />I've been planning this chapter for....so....stinkin'.....long. Now that I've reached it, I kind of feel like saying "now what?" <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="366" title=":D (Big Grin)"/> <br /><br />With this down, the rest of the story will roll off much easier.<br /><br /><br /><br /><b> **** These characters were created by me. To know more about the characters' personality profiles and designs, check out my artwork below! **** </b> <br /><br /><a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Children-of-the-Mane-Six-303310388">[link]</a><br /><br />Cover art by LinaPrime: <a href="http://linaprime.deviantart.com/art/Foals-of-the-Mane-6-Sorrow-357964867">[link]</a><br /><br /><br />To go to Chapter 1: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Children-of-the-Mane-Six-Chapter-1-306504658">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 2: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Children-of-the-Mane-Six-Chapter-2-308121504">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 3: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Children-of-the-Mane-Six-Chapter-3-310174612">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 4: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Children-of-the-Mane-Six-Chapter-4-312088257">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 5: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Children-of-the-Mane-Six-Chapter-5-314442780">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 6: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Children-of-the-Mane-Six-Chapter-6-316532629">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 7: <a href="http://fav.me/d5apyw8">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 8: <a href="http://fav.me/d5cygvg">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 9: <a href="http://fav.me/d5efefq">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 10: <a href="http://fav.me/d5godrn">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 11: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Kids-of-the-Mane-Six-Ch-11-331856352?ga_submit=10%3A1351712313&ga_type=edit">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 12: <a href="http://fav.me/d5jnomg">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 13: <a href="http://fav.me/d5m2szy">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 14: <a href="http://fav.me/d5oerje">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 15: <a href="http://fav.me/d5qncaq">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 16: <a href="http://fav.me/d5snr1i">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 17: <a href="http://fav.me/d5ty2sq">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 18: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Kids-of-the-Mane-Six-Ch-18-361855930?q=gallery%3Ashrapnelleader%2F24581701&qo=20">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 19: <a href="http://fav.me/d61z3qp">[link]</a><br />To go to Chapter 20: <a href="http://shrapnelleader.deviantart.com/art/Time-Traveling-Kids-of-the-Mane-Six-Ch-20-370933248">[link]</a><br /><br /><b> ***THESE ARE NOT SHIPPING CHILDREN. No fathers will be implied, revealed, named, or described in any way. This is not a shipping story and I would like to stay neutral on that battleground. Thank you.*** <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="387" title=";) (Wink)"/> </b><br /><br /><br />If you want to follow the story, hit FAVE or WATCH! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/><br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/150/f/2013/145/9/0/time_traveling_kids_of_the_mane_six__ch__21_by_shrapnelleader-d66l4gs.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Rain</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 22:01:35 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Rain</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Lil-Bea</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://lil-bea.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Lil-Bea</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <i> Love given freely can spare this world</i><br /><br />---<br />Two characters from the world of <i>Black Raven</i>. Their names are Trixie and Absalom. <br />A small story of two people who lost their families, and found each other. While portrayed as Black Raven's most hated enemy, Absalom's greatest love was always reserved for Trixie.<br /><br />Characters and Story- Christopher and I ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[      The rain was falling upon her grimy face, diluting the spume that drained from her nose. The little girl rubbed her eyes continually with the knuckles of her fist and then looked upon the strange man as though he were a hauntingly beautiful illusion.<br />His pale blue eyes looked upon the weeping child with a simple stare, devoid of mutual empathy. Her tears were like the flood waters of a great rain, and they quenched the chasm of his throbbing heart.<br />     Her hair was long and tangled into two ragged pig tails, the black sheen glossed with water running through it, her face was washed in her tears and mucus, tendril beads of soot formed in ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <i> Love given freely can spare this world</i><br /><br />---<br />Two characters from the world of <i>Black Raven</i>. Their names are Trixie and Absalom. <br />A small story of two people who lost their families, and found each other. While portrayed as Black Raven's most hated enemy, Absalom's greatest love was always reserved for Trixie.<br /><br />Characters and Story- Christopher and I ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>What's Wrong With Me</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 20:41:17 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">What's Wrong With Me</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Kalaile-Yuhi</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/k/a/kalaile-yuhi.jpg?2</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://kalaile-yuhi.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Kalaile-Yuhi</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Short drabble of Batman's thoughts at the end of Arkham City. First Person POV.<br /><br />ff.net version: <a class="external" href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9327441/1/What-s-Wrong-With-Me">[link]</a> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ A/N: I wrote this when I first completed Batman Arkham City back in October 2011. I found it in a pile of school stuff I was about to throw out and decided to upload it as is. One of the very rare times I actually wrote in first person.<br />He was dead. Finally dead yet I felt nothing. All the years we fought came to this. No explosion, no poisonous gas, not even a bang. I was actually at a loss for words; my mind went numb.<br />What was left for Batman now? A few common criminals? The rest of them would believe that I killed the Joker; they didn't know what happened or even how it happened. They would truly fear me. No criminal would ever want to cr ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Short drabble of Batman's thoughts at the end of Arkham City. First Person POV.<br /><br />ff.net version: <a class="external" href="http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9327441/1/What-s-Wrong-With-Me">[link]</a> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Alexandra Sisters</title>
                <link>http://howmanyusernamesare.deviantart.com/art/The-Alexandra-Sisters-373868471</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 20:24:50 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Alexandra Sisters</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>adult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">howmanyusernamesare</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/h/o/howmanyusernamesare.jpg?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://howmanyusernamesare.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~howmanyusernamesare</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Wow three stories in one week! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/e/eek.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":O" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="377" title=":O (Eek)"/> Anyway here we have Sophitia and Cassandra from Soul Calibur IV. This one has been in limbo for a while. I've had roughly 1,500 words done on it for the longest time but never really had the motivation to finish it but luckily I got there! <br /><br />But yeah, pretty happy with how this one turned out but I do think the ending feels a little rushed. Originally I had a turnabout planned for Ivy but couldn't really think of a good way to pull it off so I chose not to. So yeah, a bad ending this time!<br /><br />As always, comments are much appreciated. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="366" title=":D (Big Grin)"/> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ "Dammit!" Sophitia cursed under her breath as her opponent's blade continued to beat down upon her raised shield. She had been in a fierce battle with the alchemist Ivy for the past hour and they were locked in a deadly stalemate. Slowly but surely Sophitia was starting to lose the battle, she was beginning to tire while Ivy looked like she could go another three hours. Finally the blonde warrioress' defense fell as Ivy delivered a swift knee to Sophitia's stomach. The Greek collapsed to the ground in a heaving mess. Her body, most notably her thighs and chest, was glistening with perspiration caused by the intense duel. Ivy wasted no time in ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Wow three stories in one week! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/e/eek.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":O" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="377" title=":O (Eek)"/> Anyway here we have Sophitia and Cassandra from Soul Calibur IV. This one has been in limbo for a while. I've had roughly 1,500 words done on it for the longest time but never really had the motivation to finish it but luckily I got there! <br /><br />But yeah, pretty happy with how this one turned out but I do think the ending feels a little rushed. Originally I had a turnabout planned for Ivy but couldn't really think of a good way to pull it off so I chose not to. So yeah, a bad ending this time!<br /><br />As always, comments are much appreciated. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="366" title=":D (Big Grin)"/> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>[DELETE] Yang's Lover?</title>
                <link>http://ninjaspy49.deviantart.com/art/DELETE-Yang-s-Lover-373866891</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 20:13:39 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">[DELETE] Yang's Lover?</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Ninjaspy49</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/n/i/ninjaspy49.png?9</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://ninjaspy49.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Ninjaspy49</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ OOOOOOOOOO<br /><br />YANG YA GOT A CRUSH!<br /><br />All comments will be answered by yang<br />Written on a phone<br /><br />ENJAY ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ "Sister. May I ask you something?" Yin asked. Yang looked up at her sister and sighed. "Fine." She mumbled. "I have been picking up feelings of warmth from you. I see you have found a lover, or is it just a meet crush?" Yin asked. Yang started to blush and she then got up and started pushing her sister to the door, saying "Nope nope nope nope nope..." constantly. She then slammed the door and yin looked a bit startled. Yang opened the door to her room a crack and then said. "The answer is yes, I found a guy I like." She said, before the white-haired girl slammed to door shut. Yin smiled and walked off. "That's what I thought..." She said, and ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ OOOOOOOOOO<br /><br />YANG YA GOT A CRUSH!<br /><br />All comments will be answered by yang<br />Written on a phone<br /><br />ENJAY ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>A Face Like Mine</title>
                <link>http://elegantneurosis.deviantart.com/art/A-Face-Like-Mine-373865497</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 20:05:04 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">A Face Like Mine</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ElegantNeurosis</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/e/l/elegantneurosis.jpg?8</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://elegantneurosis.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~ElegantNeurosis</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ One of the few things I've written that I still like... somewhat. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I can never tell who really was the person I saw in the mirror. I just saw him everyday. Moles under the left eye and chin. Black eyes and psudo-brown hair. Pale skin painted smoothly, just to fit what we call &ldquo;beauty.&rdquo; Its an image I see, and while its my comfort, its become the thing I hate so much.<br /><br />I see girls chuckle over me and my friends. I've heard one of them say &ldquo;they make a cute couple,&rdquo; and my stomach ached so much. I've had my eyes on this beautiful lady for a while, and the only reason she doesn't want me is because of those other girls. She thinks I would never like her because of her sex. I only found t ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ One of the few things I've written that I still like... somewhat. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Unwrapped</title>
                <link>http://shatteredmemoriez.deviantart.com/art/Unwrapped-373904294</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2013 01:18:53 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Unwrapped</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ShatteredMemorieZ</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/h/shatteredmemoriez.png?13</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://shatteredmemoriez.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~ShatteredMemorieZ</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Bad title is bad .3. But... yeah...explanation <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/d/dummy.gif" width="21" height="15" alt=":dummy:" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="574" title="I am a dummy!"/><br /><br />More babies omg<br /><br />--<i><br /><br />Characters(c) Me</i> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Hitting her pen against her notepad, the young Hellfire girl Emily, was trying to be free of her writing block.<br /><br />Suddenly, Emily dropped her pen to the sound of a faint cry. Like an infant's cry. For some reason, that's what made Emily get a sick feeling in her stomach. Mother's instinct, maybe?<br /><br />Emily stood up, glancing around, trying to figure out where the sound is coming from the loudest.<br /><br />"Is that Alexia?" Emily asked herself, obviously thinking that it is her best friend's daughter, since that was the only baby she personally knew in the area.<br /><br />When the crying grew louder from the right path, Emily quickly began making her way down it,t ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Bad title is bad .3. But... yeah...explanation <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/d/dummy.gif" width="21" height="15" alt=":dummy:" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="574" title="I am a dummy!"/><br /><br />More babies omg<br /><br />--<i><br /><br />Characters(c) Me</i> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Priceless</title>
                <link>http://pancakerobbery.deviantart.com/art/Priceless-373900386</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2013 00:50:32 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Priceless</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">PancakeRobbery</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/p/a/pancakerobbery.png?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://pancakerobbery.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~PancakeRobbery</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ i get strange ideas for short stories while in the shower ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I stood motionless as he confessed.<br />A confession I expected, yet didn't think would happen.<br /><br />Saul was the type of man to do these things. I usually fell for his heartless schemes, but now I was older; I was more aware of his plotting and lies. I was wiser. I was stronger.<br /><br />When he paused, awaiting for my reaction, I turned to face him.<br />"Saul." I started. "You know we'll never be together again."<br />"But we can, and we will." he insisted. "You take me back every time. How can you not? Can you not see we're meant to be together?"<br />"Us? Together? Again? Can you not see that we are not meant to be together? You come to me after three years, begging f ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ i get strange ideas for short stories while in the shower ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Zombies +Turncraft</title>
                <link>http://lickoutyourbrains.deviantart.com/art/Zombies-Turncraft-373892756</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 23:21:33 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Zombies +Turncraft</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">LickOutYourBrains</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/i/lickoutyourbrains.png?8</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://lickoutyourbrains.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 *LickOutYourBrains</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Hey remember the writing prompts I asked for?<br />Well here's another one.<br />An extremely short one.<br /><br />(Turncraft Idustries may be one of the best things I have ever made....) ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Scientifically speaking they weren't actually zombies. They still had a pulse, albeit a severely slowed down one, and were still breathing, therefore they didn't fit into the living dead category.<br /><br />However the staff of Turncraft Science Industries still called them zombies because they were all a bunch of massive dorks and couldn't pass up the once in a lifetime opportunity to genuinely call the victims of an infection outbreak, "zombies".<br /><br />Although their sense of humour could only be shared amongst themselves, seeing how the rest of Briton, seemed a bit preoccupied with survival rather than jokes.<br /><br />So the staff just quietly giggled to each o ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Hey remember the writing prompts I asked for?<br />Well here's another one.<br />An extremely short one.<br /><br />(Turncraft Idustries may be one of the best things I have ever made....) ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Mischief Managed</title>
                <link>http://crescentrosewolf.deviantart.com/art/Mischief-Managed-373884336</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 22:11:39 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Mischief Managed</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">CrescentRoseWolf</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/c/r/crescentrosewolf.jpg?7</media:credit> 
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                <media:tags>@Alexis21CRW</media:tags>
            </media:community>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <b>Summary/Prompt:</b> Robin and Raven hunt down Beast Boy to pay for his pranks and find common ground between them.<br /><br /><b>Fandom:</b> Teen Titans<br /><br /><b>Pairing:</b> None, Robin And Raven Best Friends Forever<br /><br /><b>Rating:</b> K+<br /><br /><b>A/N:</b> I&rsquo;m sorry, I just couldn&rsquo;t help myself. These birdbrains are just too much for me. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Robin and Raven's friendship had an...Unique start, to say the very least.<br /><br />At first, Robin didn't like the Mistress of Magic at all. He found her creepy, emotionless, too quiet, extremely ill tempered, sarcastic and just over all untrustworthy.<br /><br />Raven thought Robin was too uptight, controlling, calculating and she speculated that had never had a vacation in his life considering the stressed aura that surrounded him.<br /><br />Basically, when you put one in the room with the other and leave them alone for a few minutes...The results would be pieces furniture on the ceiling and birdarangs stuck in the walls. (Robin would argue that was one time and it  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <b>Summary/Prompt:</b> Robin and Raven hunt down Beast Boy to pay for his pranks and find common ground between them.<br /><br /><b>Fandom:</b> Teen Titans<br /><br /><b>Pairing:</b> None, Robin And Raven Best Friends Forever<br /><br /><b>Rating:</b> K+<br /><br /><b>A/N:</b> I&rsquo;m sorry, I just couldn&rsquo;t help myself. These birdbrains are just too much for me. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Quoting James Dean (mcw short story)</title>
                <link>http://furresoto.deviantart.com/art/Quoting-James-Dean-mcw-short-story-373881092</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 21:50:47 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Quoting James Dean (mcw short story)</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Furresoto</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/f/u/furresoto.png?12</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://furresoto.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Furresoto</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Byron in the hospital after he has a heart spasm. Ambrose is there. Dont worry, Byron lives, of course. But they have this conversation.<br /><br />thought i'd quote some james dean bc i like james dean. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ &ldquo;&hellip;I was even named after a guy who died young.&rdquo;<br /><br />Eyes closed, Byron listened to the sound of the heart monitor and thought about James Dean. &ldquo;His middle name was Byron.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I figured that&rsquo;s where she&rsquo;d gotten it from. Chauncey told me your mother loved those guys; James Dean, Jimmy Stewart, Cary Grant&hellip;&rdquo; Next to Byron&rsquo;s hospital bed, Ambrose Regers was trying to keep up  a conversation with the boy; but it was hard to talk about movie stars when there were other things he needed to tell Byron.<br /><br />&ldquo;I think I&rsquo;m supposed to die young. Like him.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Like James  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Byron in the hospital after he has a heart spasm. Ambrose is there. Dont worry, Byron lives, of course. But they have this conversation.<br /><br />thought i'd quote some james dean bc i like james dean. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>It will only get worse</title>
                <link>http://turtleboy743.deviantart.com/art/It-will-only-get-worse-373880650</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 21:46:46 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">It will only get worse</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Turtleboy743</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/t/u/turtleboy743.jpg?2</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://turtleboy743.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Turtleboy743</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Willow beats Darius in the duel, nearly killing him in the process.<br /><br />You know this just occurred to me, since Demetri and Darius are both gone, wouldn't this be a really good time for their enemies to attack the mansion?<br /><br />Cable, Morion, Willow- ME!<br />Demetri, Darius- <a target="_self" href="http://legendaryprincess.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/e/legendaryprincess.png?3" alt=":iconlegendaryprincess:" title="LegendaryPrincess" /></a> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ It has been only a minute since Darius and Willow faced off and already Demetri can tell that Darius is in severe danger.<br /><br />&ldquo;We have to help him!&rdquo; Said Demetri<br /><br />&ldquo;We are not going to do anything.&rdquo; Said Morion &ldquo;Both you and Darius started training, both knowing about the risks. If you interfere in anyway, I want you to go home and never talk to me about this ever again.&rdquo; Demetri look at Morion then at the duel. He clenched his fist in frustration.<br /><br />--<br /><br />Willow slashes at Darius narrowly missing with every swing, but at the same time, keeping him from creating any weapons. Darius can feel his strength fading awa ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Willow beats Darius in the duel, nearly killing him in the process.<br /><br />You know this just occurred to me, since Demetri and Darius are both gone, wouldn't this be a really good time for their enemies to attack the mansion?<br /><br />Cable, Morion, Willow- ME!<br />Demetri, Darius- <a target="_self" href="http://legendaryprincess.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/e/legendaryprincess.png?3" alt=":iconlegendaryprincess:" title="LegendaryPrincess" /></a> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Wedding Dress Epilouge</title>
                <link>http://kurookamix.deviantart.com/art/Wedding-Dress-Epilouge-373868811</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 20:23:22 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Wedding Dress Epilouge</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">KuroOkamiX</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/k/u/kurookamix.jpg?8</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://kurookamix.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~KuroOkamiX</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ This is what happened after Yongchul left ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[     "Congratulations!" The guests cheered for the newly wed couple, Min-Ji and Young-Soo. The guests crowd the bride and chatter among themselves happily. Min-Ji was talking with one of her bridesmaids, who was crying may I add,  then suddenly, it hit her. Like getting hit with a volleyball.<br /><br />   "Where's Yongchul?" She asks the bridesmaid. The bridesmaid stops crying, and looks at her, "Wasn't he with Young-Soo oppa?" Min-Ji shakes her head and frowns. "I'll be right back" She says and leaves the crying bridesmaid.<br /><br />   Min-Ji asks many guests if they have seen where Yongchul went. All of them said they don't know where the songwriter is. As M ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ This is what happened after Yongchul left ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>NCIS: Stryker - Prologue : Enter Jordan Levin!</title>
                <link>http://zeta26.deviantart.com/art/NCIS-Stryker-Prologue-Enter-Jordan-Levin-373868271</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 20:19:47 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">NCIS: Stryker - Prologue : Enter Jordan Levin!</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Zeta26</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/z/e/zeta26.jpg?14</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://zeta26.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Zeta26</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[  ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Narrator<br />Before the base was built, before Ben's team recruited characters to fight with him and Jordan's family; the Levins. I'd like to take you back, back in time where Jordan was still in high school.<br /><br />And the incident that involved Jordan, his nephew; Deeks, Jordan's friend; Ethan Drake (Beat). The school, LAHS; The Los Angeles high school.<br /><br />---<br /><br />Narrator: Year, 1998<br />Jordan is a junior, along with Marty. Kensi was nowhere to be found. Muchless Callen and Sam. Still, at this time Jordan was pretty tall. Around 5'11 as was his friends; Ethan, Sakura and Marty.<br /><br />The story picks up a little bit after school.<br /><br />"Look, here he comes." said one  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>DusknoirxGengar</title>
                <link>http://alb1990.deviantart.com/art/DusknoirxGengar-373867027</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://alb1990.deviantart.com/art/DusknoirxGengar-373867027</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 20:13:07 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">DusknoirxGengar</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ALB1990</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/l/alb1990.jpg?4</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://alb1990.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~ALB1990</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Yes this is a Pokemon Yaoi, and this is my Yaoi pairing so enjoy people x3<br /><br />Pokemon (Nintendo) ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ As the newly evolved Dusknoir looked at his new home in the Unova Region he thought of his trainer in Shinnoh hoping she was okay. After calling both Dusknoir's trainer and Rally the Gardevior's trainer to tell them that they we're okay, Chiyo saw that Dusknoir was feeling down.<br /><br />Chiyo: Hmmm ever since the transfer Dusk has been feeling down, hey Gen, you know how to cheer him up?<br /><br />Gen the Gengar: :nod:<br /><br />Chiyo: Okay then it's your job to cheer him up then Gen x3<br /><br />Gen: Gengar (okay)<br /><br />As the Dusknoir sulked he got a surprising glomp by the Gengar, which made him both angry yet smile.<br /><br />Gen: Dusky x3<br /><br />Dusk the Dusknoir: Gen really you do that rig ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Yes this is a Pokemon Yaoi, and this is my Yaoi pairing so enjoy people x3<br /><br />Pokemon (Nintendo) ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>A Short Tale</title>
                <link>http://falco4077.deviantart.com/art/A-Short-Tale-373861801</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 19:46:36 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">A Short Tale</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Falco4077</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/f/a/falco4077.jpg?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://falco4077.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Falco4077</media:copyright>             <creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license>
                <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ A short story that I've written as a part of the new Geek &amp; Sundry show Wordplay. I hope to continue writing this and expanding this into a full story. ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/145/b/6/a_short_tale_by_falco4077-d66l5m1.jpg" height="1650" width="1275"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ A short story that I've written as a part of the new Geek &amp; Sundry show Wordplay. I hope to continue writing this and expanding this into a full story.<br /><div><img src="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/145/b/6/a_short_tale_by_falco4077-d66l5m1.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Dark Woods Circus-The Beginning</title>
                <link>http://theproxy09.deviantart.com/art/Dark-Woods-Circus-The-Beginning-373860451</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://theproxy09.deviantart.com/art/Dark-Woods-Circus-The-Beginning-373860451</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 20:51:42 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Dark Woods Circus-The Beginning</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">TheProxy09</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/t/h/theproxy09.png?8</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://theproxy09.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~TheProxy09</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I liked writing Dark Woods Circus-The End so much I wrote the beginning. Basically how the circus came to be, and how everyone got the way they are, this takes place one year before The End. Hope you like it! ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The teenager, no more than sixteen years old, pulled the tattered cape closer around her body. She shivered in the cold night air and blew on her pale hands, attempting to keep the warm. She had also tried to use her long green hair for warmth by wrapping it around her bare legs. It some what helped, but her legs were still tinted blue with cold.<br /><br />Miku was an orphan, her parents died in a terrible fire. Nothing was left of her house but burnt wood and small melted metal objects. Since then, she lived on the streets, doing what she could for money and stealing food she couldn't afford. She had nothing, only a white cape, she didn't even have s ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I liked writing Dark Woods Circus-The End so much I wrote the beginning. Basically how the circus came to be, and how everyone got the way they are, this takes place one year before The End. Hope you like it! ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Coffee Break</title>
                <link>http://themoormaiden.deviantart.com/art/Coffee-Break-373860410</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://themoormaiden.deviantart.com/art/Coffee-Break-373860410</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 19:32:25 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Coffee Break</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">TheMoorMaiden</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/t/h/themoormaiden.png?12</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://themoormaiden.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~TheMoorMaiden</media:copyright>
            <media:community>
                <media:tags>@JGofton</media:tags>
            </media:community>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Just a little something that's been sat unfinished for ages, so I thought it was about time I finished it. It's nothing spectacular, and I'm still not sure if I like it, but it's been in my head for a long time so I just needed to write it down.<br /><br />Any thoughts are appreciated! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/><br /><br />(c) ~<a class="u" href="http://themoormaiden.deviantart.com">TheMoorMaiden</a> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The world is full of brave men. Tommy isn&rsquo;t one of them.<br /><br />For three weeks now, since starting his new job in London, he&rsquo;s been visiting the same café at lunchtime, sitting at the same table, and watching the same woman out of the corner of his bespectacled eyes. She&rsquo;s had his attention from day one, and he&rsquo;s still not entirely sure why.<br /><br />It&rsquo;s mid-October, so the entire café is decked out in orange, green and purple decorations; there&rsquo;s a carved pumpkin sitting on the windowsill and little handmade spiders dangling from the ceiling. Tommy&rsquo;s never been particularly fond of Halloween &ndash ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Just a little something that's been sat unfinished for ages, so I thought it was about time I finished it. It's nothing spectacular, and I'm still not sure if I like it, but it's been in my head for a long time so I just needed to write it down.<br /><br />Any thoughts are appreciated! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/><br /><br />(c) ~<a class="u" href="http://themoormaiden.deviantart.com">TheMoorMaiden</a> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Loss part 2: Reunited</title>
                <link>http://franz32.deviantart.com/art/Loss-part-2-Reunited-373859383</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 19:25:05 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Loss part 2: Reunited</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Franz32</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/f/r/franz32.png?2</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://franz32.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Franz32</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I wrote a second part. Enjoy. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\<br />Strange cat figure seen<br />near Furlong murder site<br /><br />The figure is said to appear<br />at midnight in the Skinny<br />Woods and speak, but only<br />to other furries. It is also<br />said to kill bronies, but not<br />horse anthros.<br />\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/<br /><br />Franz stared at the newspaper clipping, maw agape with surprise. Could it really be Ryan? He hoped. He went to the basement to prepare. He knew what he had to do.<br /><br />-Seven Hours Later-<br /><br />Franz walked into the Skinny Woods, his night vision goggles on his face and a leather backpack slung over his shoulder. His dark overcoat shielded him from vision. For what seemed like a long time ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I wrote a second part. Enjoy. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Road Trip</title>
                <link>http://howmanyusernamesare.deviantart.com/art/Road-Trip-373906065</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2013 01:41:47 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Road Trip</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>adult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">howmanyusernamesare</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/h/o/howmanyusernamesare.jpg?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://howmanyusernamesare.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~howmanyusernamesare</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Okay wow. Two stories in one day (well not exactly seeing how it's now 4:37 in the morning here but two within the span of time that I've been awake!) and four in a week. This one was just a random spur of the moment "hey I'm going to write an Aya story!" and bam I was able to finish 2,767 words within four hours. I've been meaning to do one with her (Third Birthday version of course) for a while now so why not? So as such this one is probably more than a little messy. There wasn't really much to work with given the situation I went with so instead I chose to concentrate on her escape in more detail. Anyway have you guys noticed yet that I have a thing for drool? lol.<br /><br />But yeah that's it from me for now, I still have those requests to do but don't expect both to be posted on the same day like these stories were, ha.<br /><br />As always comments are appreciated! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="366" title=":D (Big Grin)"/> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ "Target sighted." Aya Brea murmured. The blonde FBI agent was currently undercover attempting to apprehend a suspected terrorist in a series of recent attacks across the country. She had been tailing the man since the early hours of the morning and was now following him inside a rather large rest stop complex off of the highway. The young woman in pursuit of the terrorist was garbed in a sleeveless black top that strained to keep her large breasts within and pair of ripped jeans, on her feet she wore knee length black boots. While she was supposed to be undercover, the blonde agent could help but turn heads as she was a striking woman and wea ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Okay wow. Two stories in one day (well not exactly seeing how it's now 4:37 in the morning here but two within the span of time that I've been awake!) and four in a week. This one was just a random spur of the moment "hey I'm going to write an Aya story!" and bam I was able to finish 2,767 words within four hours. I've been meaning to do one with her (Third Birthday version of course) for a while now so why not? So as such this one is probably more than a little messy. There wasn't really much to work with given the situation I went with so instead I chose to concentrate on her escape in more detail. Anyway have you guys noticed yet that I have a thing for drool? lol.<br /><br />But yeah that's it from me for now, I still have those requests to do but don't expect both to be posted on the same day like these stories were, ha.<br /><br />As always comments are appreciated! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="366" title=":D (Big Grin)"/> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Angie: Uninvited Guests</title>
                <link>http://xphoenixflare.deviantart.com/art/Angie-Uninvited-Guests-373905788</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://xphoenixflare.deviantart.com/art/Angie-Uninvited-Guests-373905788</guid>
                <pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2013 01:36:19 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Angie: Uninvited Guests</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>adult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">xPhoenixFlare</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/x/p/xphoenixflare.jpg?10</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://xphoenixflare.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~xPhoenixFlare</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Finally, Angie's first story is finished! It took me forever to get started on this, but I finally came up with an idea and wrote it. This is basically just an introduction to the major characters and really not much of a real story, but I hope you like it anyway! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Angie: Uninvited Guests<br /><br />&#147;I told you, I can&#146;t come jam today. I&#146;m busy with something&#133; No, that doesn&#146;t mean &#145;the jam is coming to me,&#146; that means I can&#146;t jam today&#133; Are you even listening to me, Reggie? ... What do you mean you&#146;re &#145;bringing the gang over&#146;? I said no. Reggie? Reggie! Ugh!&#148;<br /><br />Gary put his phone down on the table. &#147;Where should we put this stuff?&#148; his sister asked, carrying in a box of her belongings. She flipped her curly blonde hair out of her face, watching him expectantly with her pretty blue eyes.<br /><br />&#147;Your room&#146;s over there,&#148; Gary replie ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Finally, Angie's first story is finished! It took me forever to get started on this, but I finally came up with an idea and wrote it. This is basically just an introduction to the major characters and really not much of a real story, but I hope you like it anyway! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Summer's Dead</title>
                <link>http://bumpernickel.deviantart.com/art/Summer-s-Dead-373903818</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://bumpernickel.deviantart.com/art/Summer-s-Dead-373903818</guid>
                <pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2013 01:14:59 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Summer's Dead</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Bumpernickel</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/b/u/bumpernickel.jpg?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://bumpernickel.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Bumpernickel</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ This is a prompt I did for <a target="_self" href="http://apocalypse-writing.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/p/apocalypse-writing.png?7" alt=":iconapocalypse-writing:" title="Apocalypse-writing" /></a><br /><br />Feedback is greatly appreciated and faves are highly loved!<br /><br />Characters mentioned in story belong to me, so does the writing. Don't use either without permission. Thank you. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Summer's Dead<br /><br />I sat there &ndash; on the roof &ndash; my eyes staring out at the ruined city skyline as the barn I was sitting atop was built far from the dense ruins. Sweat rivulets dripped down my features  &ndash; grime stained my blistered legs and the hot sun warmed my beaten arms and dirtied hands. A pistol sat beside my scratched thigh which were clothed in cutoff short shorts and my feet were snugly placed in beaten sneakers. I wore a white bra with two bloodied hand prints on each cup and a bandanna wrapped around my right wrist in memory of my friend, Summer.<br /><br />It was ironic &ndash; it was summer, and summer was Summer's favorite mo ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ This is a prompt I did for <a target="_self" href="http://apocalypse-writing.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/p/apocalypse-writing.png?7" alt=":iconapocalypse-writing:" title="Apocalypse-writing" /></a><br /><br />Feedback is greatly appreciated and faves are highly loved!<br /><br />Characters mentioned in story belong to me, so does the writing. Don't use either without permission. Thank you. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Rory's Dream</title>
                <link>http://miasmygirl.deviantart.com/art/Rory-s-Dream-373903614</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://miasmygirl.deviantart.com/art/Rory-s-Dream-373903614</guid>
                <pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2013 01:12:21 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Rory's Dream</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>adult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">miasmygirl</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/default.gif</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://miasmygirl.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~miasmygirl</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[  ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Fetish Content: BreastExpansion, Rapid Pregnancy, Birth, Alien impregnation/rape<br /><br />Rory was an average girl. Not too tall, wavy blonde hair, thin build, and C cup breasts that any girl would envy that also served as a kind of compensation for her lack of rear end. Her only abnormal trait were nightmares that plagued her frequently. She would be lying in bed, when suddenly tentacles would slowly and gently wrap around her legs, binding tightly if she tried to move. She couldn't scream. She couldn't fight if she wanted. All Rory could do was sit as the tentacles caressed her smooth legs, feeling her body and all of its distinguished curvatures.  ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Shiro Okami Cap 4. Fake Wolf</title>
                <link>http://kazetrickster.deviantart.com/art/Shiro-Okami-Cap-4-Fake-Wolf-373898085</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://kazetrickster.deviantart.com/art/Shiro-Okami-Cap-4-Fake-Wolf-373898085</guid>
                <pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2013 00:11:47 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Shiro Okami Cap 4. Fake Wolf</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Kazetrickster</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/k/a/kazetrickster.jpg?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://kazetrickster.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Kazetrickster</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[  ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Shiro Okami Cap 4. Fake Wolf<br />&ldquo;N-no me digas ¿Eres el dragón de oro? Ikeda&hellip;&rdquo;<br />&ldquo;¡Hahaha! Este collar no es de oro realmente, pero así es lobo, yo soy el dragón de oro. Nunca tuvimos la oportunidad de enfrentarnos, si quieres podemos tener una pelea aquí.&rdquo;<br />Ikeda le lanza un puñetazo a Shiro, Shiro lo esquiva y al intentar devolvérselo Ikeda lo bloquea a corta distancia.<br /><br />&ldquo;¿Wing Chun? Así que ese es tu estilo&hellip;¡Definitivamente eres el Dragón!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Este estilo es muy conveniente para usarlo en mi condición, n ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Pain</title>
                <link>http://azure321.deviantart.com/art/Pain-373893841</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://azure321.deviantart.com/art/Pain-373893841</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 23:34:21 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Pain</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Azure321</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/z/azure321.jpg</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://azure321.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Azure321</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I've not cared much for the memetic status Batman has gotten over the years. You know, that he always has a plan for everything and wins the fight before his opponent even steps up. Sure, he's always been smart and well prepared, but it's really been overblown both by writers and especially by fans. It distracts from the core of the character, I feel. And that core is that Batman is, deep down, a broken man trying to bring justice to an unjust world. <br /><br />I personally think Batman should be written as a tragic character, someone waging a war he knows he can't ever really win but just can't ever stop fighting. He can't save everyone, and every person he cannot save is something that tears him up inside. Because honestly, Bruce wears his heart on his sleeve if you know where to look. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The criminal gave out a little gurgle as the Batman struck his jaw, falling to the ground in a lump. The other three cried out as their friend fell, dropping the bags they&rsquo;d taken from the bank vault and turning to confront their masked assailant. But he was already moving. Their frantic shots missed him completely as he dashed toward them.<br /><br />The Batman ducked behind an overturned desk as one of the bank robbers corrected his aim and tried again to gun him down. The bullets chewed through the wood, but all he needed was to stay out of sight for just a second. When he leapt out from behind cover the batarangs were already leaving his hand ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I've not cared much for the memetic status Batman has gotten over the years. You know, that he always has a plan for everything and wins the fight before his opponent even steps up. Sure, he's always been smart and well prepared, but it's really been overblown both by writers and especially by fans. It distracts from the core of the character, I feel. And that core is that Batman is, deep down, a broken man trying to bring justice to an unjust world. <br /><br />I personally think Batman should be written as a tragic character, someone waging a war he knows he can't ever really win but just can't ever stop fighting. He can't save everyone, and every person he cannot save is something that tears him up inside. Because honestly, Bruce wears his heart on his sleeve if you know where to look. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>busted - jake/john thing?? -</title>
                <link>http://colonel-mockingbird.deviantart.com/art/busted-jake-john-thing-373893794</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 23:35:50 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">busted - jake/john thing?? -</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>adult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Colonel-Mockingbird</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://colonel-mockingbird.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 =Colonel-Mockingbird</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sub>a thing because sweet babies. warning because we got some touchin' going on. c;<br /><br />characters:<br />- jake english<br />- john egbert<br />- a tidbit of dave and dirk strider<br /><br />i own nothing but the fanfic, hue.</sub> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ atleast i tried to write something for jakejohn.<br /><br />-x-x-x-x-<br /><br />Lips captured his skin and elicited a little noise of pleasure as the smaller male writhed beneath his partner. John's lips parted, a breathy gasp leaving them as Jake's tongue pressed against his collar bone. The front of John's suit had been unbuttoned as Jake made his pursuit, one hand resting on his hip and the other on the growing tent in his boyfriend's pants.<br /><br />"Mmf-- Jake, we're gonna get caught," John whined softly, squirming a little bit before Jake pulled back. His lips had left a pretty good sized hickey on the junction between his neck and his shoulder, some sort of terr ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sub>a thing because sweet babies. warning because we got some touchin' going on. c;<br /><br />characters:<br />- jake english<br />- john egbert<br />- a tidbit of dave and dirk strider<br /><br />i own nothing but the fanfic, hue.</sub> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Gen's Response</title>
                <link>http://felsigen.deviantart.com/art/Gen-s-Response-373893733</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 23:31:50 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Gen's Response</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">felsigen</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://felsigen.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~felsigen</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sub>This probably wont make sense to a lot of you out there, and for that, I am sorry. This whole story is filled with metaphors.<br /><sub>My name translated into german means Felsigen. I shortened the name to Gen for the unicorn who is used in this story.</sub></sub> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[  A somewhat young unicorn trotted down one of the sidewalks in her town, a genuine, but weak smile worn on her lips. Both she and her special somepony had just finished their shopping, filling their bag with all the goodies and foods they could afford to get. It was the weekend, and they looked forward to spending the night with one another.<br />	Recently, the unicorn has experienced a loss. It was unexpected, so this company was something she's been anticipating for days. She's needed comfort, something many of her friends haven't been able to fully provide. While they were usually able to give her momentary happiness, she's found that the sadne ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sub>This probably wont make sense to a lot of you out there, and for that, I am sorry. This whole story is filled with metaphors.<br /><sub>My name translated into german means Felsigen. I shortened the name to Gen for the unicorn who is used in this story.</sub></sub> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Good News</title>
                <link>http://lovelyangel846.deviantart.com/art/The-Good-News-373886086</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 22:25:16 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Good News</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">lovelyangel846</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://lovelyangel846.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~lovelyangel846</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Jus' something random ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[    I was sitting in the living area, until Ellis came through the front door.<br />Ellis: "Nick...something happened!"<br />"What happened? You didn't bet the house did you...cause gambling's my thing."<br />Ellis: "Naw, man...it's better...okay I jus' talked to Zoey, and....she agreed to carry us a baby."<br />I was breathless I smiled...and blushed.<br />"That's great....who's it going to be?"<br />Ellis: "Well let's go with someone good lookin'."<br />"Well...I don't like to toot my own horn-."<br />Ellis: "Like me."<br />  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Jus' something random ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Looking for some peeps to RP with</title>
                <link>http://tricky213.deviantart.com/art/Looking-for-some-peeps-to-RP-with-373884338</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 22:11:33 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Looking for some peeps to RP with</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">tricky213</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://tricky213.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~tricky213</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Yeahhhh.. I NEED SOMEONE TO RP WITH! PLEAAAASSSEE!! ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[  Looking for some peeps to RP with, I recently made a new OC, Mew-Mew, she loves to make friends! ...Yeah, I have no idea what I'm doing, I just enjoy RPing and playing as my OC Mew http://tricky213.deviantart.com/art/Mew-Mew-373826290?q=gallery%3Atricky213&qo=1 So comment...please.....I beg you O^O ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Yeahhhh.. I NEED SOMEONE TO RP WITH! PLEAAAASSSEE!! ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Burned Ribbon, Shared Sweets, Blooming Friendships</title>
                <link>http://peachesthedragon.deviantart.com/art/Burned-Ribbon-Shared-Sweets-Blooming-Friendships-373883043</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 22:08:18 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Burned Ribbon, Shared Sweets, Blooming Friendships</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">PeachesTheDragon</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/p/e/peachesthedragon.png?3</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://peachesthedragon.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 *PeachesTheDragon</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Silly title for a kind of sweet and funny story for a contest of awesome!<br /><br />Gosh I hope I got Jirou right, he seems like the funny laid back make jokes or be kind in general but lazy and secretive kind of guy. Someone Minori wouldn't mind being her chatty self with at all and showing off too in her usual fashion. Then with a splash of hey lets talk about my family which I hate no nevermind lets talk about fun random things like derps.<br /><br />I see them being the derpy friends who just like to talk about anything and nothing. Like what they want to do for the future, their favorite things and straying from tough topics like family and their pasts. Like a mutual common understanding there that lines aren't crossed unless permission given and that both are wary of each other at first but then curious as heck about the other similar yet different person.<br /><br />Her questionare part of my entry <a href="http://sta.sh/01hor9rdfcsk">[link]</a><br /><br />Minori:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" deviationid="292406485" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a class="thumb" href="http://peachesthedragon.deviantart.com/art/Minori-Taimatsu-292406485" title="Minori  Taimatsu by *PeachesTheDragon, Mar 26, 2012 in Digital Art &gt; Other &gt; People" data-super-img="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2013/084/f/5/minori__taimatsu_by_peachesthedragon-d4u3aad.jpg" data-super-width="651" data-super-height="1227" data-super-transparent="false" data-super-full-img="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/084/f/5/minori__taimatsu_by_peachesthedragon-d4u3aad.jpg" data-super-full-width="900" data-super-full-height="1695"><i></i><img width="80" height="150" src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2013/084/f/5/minori__taimatsu_by_peachesthedragon-d4u3aad.jpg" data-src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2013/084/f/5/minori__taimatsu_by_peachesthedragon-d4u3aad.jpg"></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Jirou Uchiha <span class="shadow-holder" deviationid="311129682" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="http://aisteachsam.deviantart.com/art/Jirou-Uchiha-311129682" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="http://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Jirou Uchiha</strong><img src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/179/2/c/jirou_uchiha_by_aisteachsam-d558l76.png" style="width:116px;height:150px" class="gr-shrink gr-shrink-center"><br>Name: <br />Jirou<br /><br />Name Symbol:<br />&#20108;&#37070;<br /><br />Clan: <br />Uchiha<br /><br />Nick Names:<br />[none]<br /><br />Meaning behind name(s):<br /><br />	Jirou - Japanese name for "Second son"<br /><br />Age: <br />22<br /><br />Birthday: <br />August 18th<br /><br />Zodiac sign:<br /><br />	Chinese Astrological sign: <br />Tiger<br /><br />	Western Astrological sign: <br />Leo<br /><br />Element:<br />Fire<br /><br />Chakra Element(s):<br />Fire, then water<br /><br />Height: <br />5'7<br /><br />Weight: <br />165 lbs<br /><br />General physical description: &nbsp;<br />Like his twin brother Taro Jirou has dark hair like his father and thanks to his mother's bloodline he has white streaks in his hair that symbolizes mixed blood in the Sincera clan. Since his is identical to his twin he carries the same typical Uchiha looks such as his </q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span> belongs to <a target="_self" href="http://aisteachsam.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/i/aisteachsam.gif?3" alt=":iconaisteachsam:" title="AisteachSam" /></a> *<a class="u" href="http://aisteachsam.deviantart.com">AisteachSam</a><br /><br />Minori Taimatsu and Taimatsu clan belong to me :3 ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Minori sighed as she quickly looked at where the sun was in the sky as she quickly maneuvered through the woods back to the spot. She was late to meet her most recent and probably most entertaining friend she had meet so far in her eighteen years of life. Jirou, now he was an odd one. Pretty quiet about his family but so was she in return. They basically had just talked about traveling since she was on her own as of late due to that the last two times the meet up, the first by mere chance it seemed as she was out exploring the woods near the inn she was staying at and him, apparently doing the same only exploring the woods away from his home. ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Silly title for a kind of sweet and funny story for a contest of awesome!<br /><br />Gosh I hope I got Jirou right, he seems like the funny laid back make jokes or be kind in general but lazy and secretive kind of guy. Someone Minori wouldn't mind being her chatty self with at all and showing off too in her usual fashion. Then with a splash of hey lets talk about my family which I hate no nevermind lets talk about fun random things like derps.<br /><br />I see them being the derpy friends who just like to talk about anything and nothing. Like what they want to do for the future, their favorite things and straying from tough topics like family and their pasts. Like a mutual common understanding there that lines aren't crossed unless permission given and that both are wary of each other at first but then curious as heck about the other similar yet different person.<br /><br />Her questionare part of my entry <a href="http://sta.sh/01hor9rdfcsk">[link]</a><br /><br />Minori:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" deviationid="292406485" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a class="thumb" href="http://peachesthedragon.deviantart.com/art/Minori-Taimatsu-292406485" title="Minori  Taimatsu by *PeachesTheDragon, Mar 26, 2012 in Digital Art &gt; Other &gt; People" data-super-img="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2013/084/f/5/minori__taimatsu_by_peachesthedragon-d4u3aad.jpg" data-super-width="651" data-super-height="1227" data-super-transparent="false" data-super-full-img="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/084/f/5/minori__taimatsu_by_peachesthedragon-d4u3aad.jpg" data-super-full-width="900" data-super-full-height="1695"><i></i><img width="80" height="150" src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2013/084/f/5/minori__taimatsu_by_peachesthedragon-d4u3aad.jpg" data-src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2013/084/f/5/minori__taimatsu_by_peachesthedragon-d4u3aad.jpg"></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Jirou Uchiha <span class="shadow-holder" deviationid="311129682" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="http://aisteachsam.deviantart.com/art/Jirou-Uchiha-311129682" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="http://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Jirou Uchiha</strong><img src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2012/179/2/c/jirou_uchiha_by_aisteachsam-d558l76.png" style="width:116px;height:150px" class="gr-shrink gr-shrink-center"><br>Name: <br />Jirou<br /><br />Name Symbol:<br />&#20108;&#37070;<br /><br />Clan: <br />Uchiha<br /><br />Nick Names:<br />[none]<br /><br />Meaning behind name(s):<br /><br />	Jirou - Japanese name for "Second son"<br /><br />Age: <br />22<br /><br />Birthday: <br />August 18th<br /><br />Zodiac sign:<br /><br />	Chinese Astrological sign: <br />Tiger<br /><br />	Western Astrological sign: <br />Leo<br /><br />Element:<br />Fire<br /><br />Chakra Element(s):<br />Fire, then water<br /><br />Height: <br />5'7<br /><br />Weight: <br />165 lbs<br /><br />General physical description: &nbsp;<br />Like his twin brother Taro Jirou has dark hair like his father and thanks to his mother's bloodline he has white streaks in his hair that symbolizes mixed blood in the Sincera clan. Since his is identical to his twin he carries the same typical Uchiha looks such as his </q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span> belongs to <a target="_self" href="http://aisteachsam.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/i/aisteachsam.gif?3" alt=":iconaisteachsam:" title="AisteachSam" /></a> *<a class="u" href="http://aisteachsam.deviantart.com">AisteachSam</a><br /><br />Minori Taimatsu and Taimatsu clan belong to me :3 ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>A Girl Named Hope pt.4</title>
                <link>http://wolves123456.deviantart.com/art/A-Girl-Named-Hope-pt-4-373881834</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 21:57:29 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">A Girl Named Hope pt.4</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">wolves123456</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://wolves123456.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~wolves123456</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ A Girl Named Hope pt.4<br />--<br />The fourth installment of this story.<br />--<br />Part 3 here: <a href="http://wolves123456.deviantart.com/art/A-Girl-Named-Hope-pt-3-367503738?q=gallery%3Awolves123456&qo=0">[link]</a><br />Part 2 here: <a href="http://wolves123456.deviantart.com/art/A-Girl-Named-Hope-pt-2-366137853?q=gallery%3Awolves123456&qo=0">[link]</a><br />Part 1 here: <a href="http://wolves123456.deviantart.com/art/A-Girl-Named-Hope-pt-1-365928668?q=gallery%3Awolves123456&qo=0">[link]</a> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[  It was a few weeks ago when I got into an argument with my friend Ron, and told him how I felt about Hope with her just happening to be literally 10 feet away. Ever since, Hope hasn't said anything to me, and when she would try to, she would start blushing and run away. With Ron, we patched things up and we are talking again. Today we were taking notes out of the text book, meanwhile Ron was lucky enough to be asked to help clean out an old storage room and we were texting each other.<br /><br />	&ldquo;Dude, I found a penny from 1912 in here!&rdquo; Ron texted me.<br /><br />	&ldquo;That is worth a butt-load of money if it&rsquo;s real.&rdquo; I replied.<br /><br />	&ld ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ A Girl Named Hope pt.4<br />--<br />The fourth installment of this story.<br />--<br />Part 3 here: <a href="http://wolves123456.deviantart.com/art/A-Girl-Named-Hope-pt-3-367503738?q=gallery%3Awolves123456&qo=0">[link]</a><br />Part 2 here: <a href="http://wolves123456.deviantart.com/art/A-Girl-Named-Hope-pt-2-366137853?q=gallery%3Awolves123456&qo=0">[link]</a><br />Part 1 here: <a href="http://wolves123456.deviantart.com/art/A-Girl-Named-Hope-pt-1-365928668?q=gallery%3Awolves123456&qo=0">[link]</a> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The World</title>
                <link>http://askichiitakahashi.deviantart.com/art/The-World-373879467</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 21:36:30 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The World</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>adult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">AskIchiiTakahashi</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Everyone I've ever met has called me many things. From "douchebag" to "dumb ass" and "prick" to "best lover ever". I guess some of these would be right, but I've never attempted to hard to make a good impression on anyone except the hookers in the alley next to my apartment. Life is too short to go around pleasing everyone you come across so I gave it a "why bother" and moved on with my life. I guess that's what you could call it.<br /><br />It's funny I should say moving on when I'm the one lying here in the pavement without my legs. My car flipped in a ditch, a truck bed on it's side and the truck driver unconscious at the wheel. The teenage girl, co ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>September</title>
                <link>http://sachukia.deviantart.com/art/September-373878071</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 21:27:08 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">September</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Sachukia</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://sachukia.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 *Sachukia</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ To me, September just sounds sad.<br />So, yeah, finals are killer. Just two more days next week though and then it's all done!<br />As always, please comment and help me improve. Also, I know this is a touchy subject so if you feel I've misrepresented anyone or anything, please let me know. I only ask that you be polite about it! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/><br />Thanks!<br />Do not use, re-publish, claim as your own, redistribute, etc. Write your own stuff because it will be SO much better than mine! ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[  Three hundred years is a long time to wait for someone. Especially if that someone is dead. Even more so when you&rsquo;re waiting for them to give you back your heart. But I didn&rsquo;t sit in front of his gravestone and cry for three hundred years, it just felt that way. Really it was only three.<br /><br />	I sat on the grass and let my fingers trail along the cold stone six feet above his head. I traced the short words that tried to encompass everything he was, is, and forever will be. Dylan, son, beloved.<br /><br />	They like to give you pamphlets about suicide, but the pamphlets don&rsquo;t tell you everything. They don&rsquo;t tell you, you&rsquo;ll su ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ To me, September just sounds sad.<br />So, yeah, finals are killer. Just two more days next week though and then it's all done!<br />As always, please comment and help me improve. Also, I know this is a touchy subject so if you feel I've misrepresented anyone or anything, please let me know. I only ask that you be polite about it! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/><br />Thanks!<br />Do not use, re-publish, claim as your own, redistribute, etc. Write your own stuff because it will be SO much better than mine! ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Lily</title>
                <link>http://ununseptium1.deviantart.com/art/Lily-373877244</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 21:22:57 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Lily</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Ununseptium1</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/u/n/ununseptium1.gif?2</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://ununseptium1.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Ununseptium1</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ This is a one-shot of Lily Slade. She's kind of a badass. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ There was nothing about that night sky that would suggest that anything of importance would happen that night. The planets were not aligned, and there was no foreboding constellation glaring down at a white fox with smoke grey hands and feet as she leapt across rooftops in urban Moscow. Her tactical vest and black uniform suggested correctly that she was a member of the military, but from where, none of the soldiers she had killed could have told by looking at her. Her gear was custom, not relating her to any particular force, and her weapon of choice was a .45 caliber handgun with a suppressor and a laser sight. In truth, she hardly needed t ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ This is a one-shot of Lily Slade. She's kind of a badass. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Monsters in the Dark</title>
                <link>http://angeloflostlight.deviantart.com/art/Monsters-in-the-Dark-373876422</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 21:48:46 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Monsters in the Dark</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">AngelOfLostLight</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/n/angeloflostlight.jpg?9</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://angeloflostlight.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~AngelOfLostLight</media:copyright>             <creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license>
                <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ ... I have no idea where this came from, actually. <br /><br />This is kind of giving you an inside look into this character's head: <a href="http://angeloflostlight.deviantart.com/art/Shauna-Sarong-198103213">[link]</a><br /><br />This was written in less than an hour at midnight. Huh... and surprisingly I don't feel like burning it. Now let's see if I can break out of my writers block for my other stuff... Haha, unlikely. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ They say we stop looking for monsters in the dark once we realize they&rsquo;re inside of us.<br /><br />I believe them.<br /><br />At ten years old, the first thing I remembered was darkness and fear. I didn&rsquo;t know anything, didn&rsquo;t remember anything. All I knew was the cold consuming darkness that enveloped me. Instincts told me I should be scared, and so I was. I was terrified of that darkness, terrified that something within would reach out and grab me and never let go.<br /><br />But I woke up before it could, and for a few blessed years, I was safe &ndash; safe from that monster in the dark, because Odin taught and trained me how to fight and destroy them ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ ... I have no idea where this came from, actually. <br /><br />This is kind of giving you an inside look into this character's head: <a href="http://angeloflostlight.deviantart.com/art/Shauna-Sarong-198103213">[link]</a><br /><br />This was written in less than an hour at midnight. Huh... and surprisingly I don't feel like burning it. Now let's see if I can break out of my writers block for my other stuff... Haha, unlikely. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>DuftmonxValkyrimon</title>
                <link>http://alb1990.deviantart.com/art/DuftmonxValkyrimon-373876417</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://alb1990.deviantart.com/art/DuftmonxValkyrimon-373876417</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 21:16:11 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">DuftmonxValkyrimon</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ALB1990</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/l/alb1990.jpg?4</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://alb1990.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~ALB1990</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ x3 Its the continuation of the story from the KingChessmonxQueenChessmon story so enjoy x3<br /><br />Digimon (Bandai) ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ As Queenchessmon and Kingchessmon were hugging their new child Kapurimon, one of the Guardromon guards told Kingchessmon that he guests, surprised by this he told the guard to let them in. When Duftmon and Valkyrimon came in this made the king of machine kingdom smile.<br /><br />KingChessmon: Duftmon my old friend long time no see, what brings you here?<br /><br />Duftmon: I came to see my niece after all we were raised together after all<br /><br />KingChessmon: Glad you are here, so Valkyrimon is she your mate yet?<br /><br />Duftmon: N-no not yet<br /><br />KingChessmon: Unlike the Royal Knight Duftmon, you different from him you are more timid<br /><br />Duftmon: I know but I like this relationsh ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ x3 Its the continuation of the story from the KingChessmonxQueenChessmon story so enjoy x3<br /><br />Digimon (Bandai) ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>I Am The Monster</title>
                <link>http://ihanyou.deviantart.com/art/I-Am-The-Monster-373873003</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 20:52:12 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">I Am The Monster</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>adult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ihanyou</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/i/h/ihanyou.jpg?4</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://ihanyou.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~ihanyou</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Yet another writing project in progress. This one should be interesting...<br />Or boring, haven't really figured everything out yet. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I Am The Monster<br /><br />Have you ever felt fear? I bet you have, that rush in your ears as the adrenaline shoots through your body, as every muscle you have screams at you, 'Run! Fight! There's an urgent matter which you need to take care of RIGHT NOW!' and afterwards you feel sick for awhile because our bodies aren't made to survive in that state for long.<br /><br />I feel fear, just like everyone else. Unlike everyone else however, I don't fear death, or pain... What I fear most, is looking at myself in a mirror one day and seeing just how far away I am from the rest of you...<br /><br />... Have you ever heard the phrase, 'The monster is in the mirror.'? It descri ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Yet another writing project in progress. This one should be interesting...<br />Or boring, haven't really figured everything out yet. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>July Is Nearing</title>
                <link>http://clouded-rachel.deviantart.com/art/July-Is-Nearing-373868013</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 20:21:42 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">July Is Nearing</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Clouded-Rachel</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/c/l/clouded-rachel.gif?2</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://clouded-rachel.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Clouded-Rachel</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Well, I really just wanted to write a story based on how the sky looked this evening. xD So, this kind of just created itself. And other title ideas are welcome, since mine isn't the greatest and I couldn't think of what to call it without sounding cheesy. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Even though it was nearing July, the weather was not warm. In fact, by most standards, it was cold. October cold.<br /><br />Two forms sat outside, the evening starting to zip up, leaching all of the color from the sky and morphing it black. There was still a little bit of red to the sky, as if someone spilled Hawaiian Punch on the canvas, and it bled outwards in wispy vanes.<br /><br />The trees waved, clothed once more in suits and dresses of summer green. Dogwoods and spruces of colors broke up the monotony of the forest by growing where their families dare not travel.<br /><br />It was there that the two forms lay on the brick patio on their backs, bundled up in attir ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Well, I really just wanted to write a story based on how the sky looked this evening. xD So, this kind of just created itself. And other title ideas are welcome, since mine isn't the greatest and I couldn't think of what to call it without sounding cheesy. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Wisp's arrival</title>
                <link>http://painted1994.deviantart.com/art/Wisp-s-arrival-373864399</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://painted1994.deviantart.com/art/Wisp-s-arrival-373864399</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 20:26:10 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Wisp's arrival</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Painted1994</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/p/a/painted1994.png?8</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://painted1994.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Painted1994</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ What a cute lil venonat and what a mysterious kabuto gong around looking like pyrite trying to harm other tribes? Woah o-o ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ As the team rested up another night in their rocky cavern of a home pyrite heard a sound outside and saw the entrance closing. He rose up seeing via still asleep and tried to wake her but her sleeping was far to deep. He looked around with his darkened eyes to see better and saw some,thing green walking up to him. He was then lifted up and was about crushed from the strength of the claws. "Wise guy eh? Stealing from our tribe after we told you to stay out huh?" The grip tightened as the attack pulled him closer. "Recognize me yet? You oughta remember cause you're the one who also got my dad...you proud of yourself?! HUH?!!" Pyrite struggled s ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/145/2/0/wisp_s_arrival_by_painted1994-d66l7m7.jpg" height="200" width="251"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/150/f/2013/145/2/0/wisp_s_arrival_by_painted1994-d66l7m7.jpg" height="120" width="150"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ What a cute lil venonat and what a mysterious kabuto gong around looking like pyrite trying to harm other tribes? Woah o-o<br /><div><img src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/150/f/2013/145/2/0/wisp_s_arrival_by_painted1994-d66l7m7.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Earnest x Reader: I FINALLY DID IT! (LEMON)</title>
                <link>http://so-simply-strange.deviantart.com/art/Earnest-x-Reader-I-FINALLY-DID-IT-LEMON-373861888</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 19:44:42 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Earnest x Reader: I FINALLY DID IT! (LEMON)</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>adult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">So-simply-strange</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/o/so-simply-strange.gif?3</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://so-simply-strange.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~So-simply-strange</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Yep. The king of the nerds has finally lost his virginity to whoever the hell reads this story. I love this guy, I don't know why. So I gave him some lemon to look at. This is probably the first lemon for ANY of the nerds ever to exist, and I'm actually glad I was the first one to post it. And to those who hate this, don't worry.<br />There will be more. :I<br />Thanks for reading my crap guys. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[      You walked up the stairs to the main building of Bullworth Academy, smiling brightly. This was the begining of your second year at Bullworth, and despite how much of a hell-hole it is, you've actually come to like it. You've met some great people, (as well as some not so great people,) plus you enjoyed watching and participating in the fights that constantly go around at this school, especially with your boyfriend and his clique there to back you up...<br />     As you walked through the hall to biology, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, and a slightly nasily and high pitched voice mutter in your ear. "H-hey babe..." your boyfri ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Yep. The king of the nerds has finally lost his virginity to whoever the hell reads this story. I love this guy, I don't know why. So I gave him some lemon to look at. This is probably the first lemon for ANY of the nerds ever to exist, and I'm actually glad I was the first one to post it. And to those who hate this, don't worry.<br />There will be more. :I<br />Thanks for reading my crap guys. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Lambie and the Wolf chapter 2</title>
                <link>http://thefelinianwithwings.deviantart.com/art/Lambie-and-the-Wolf-chapter-2-373861413</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 21:19:01 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Lambie and the Wolf chapter 2</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>adult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">TheFelinianWithWings</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/t/h/thefelinianwithwings.png?6</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://thefelinianwithwings.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~TheFelinianWithWings</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Better description wil be uploaded later. The fact I got this up is a miracle in itself.<br /><br />Shipping elements warning and blah blah blah ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[      An hour later, Jerry is shivering from his ice cold shower. The memory of the ice cold water freezing his pale skin still fresh in his mind, he works at distracting himself on his day off. Sitting at his desk, he scours his Tumblr inbox, shaking his head at some of the simply idiotic questions he has been asked. Some days, he wonders why he keeps the damn thing up, only to stumble upon a rare message that brings a smile to his face. A cruel, overlord styled smile as he proceeds to completely crush the other person's argument on some days, a genuinely curious smile on other days. Today is not one either of those days.<br />     Thinking he nee ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Better description wil be uploaded later. The fact I got this up is a miracle in itself.<br /><br />Shipping elements warning and blah blah blah ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Helena Beat Ch.2 'Sometimes I Wanna Disappear'</title>
                <link>http://drawings-by-miranda.deviantart.com/art/Helena-Beat-Ch-2-Sometimes-I-Wanna-Disappear-373856814</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 19:10:54 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Helena Beat Ch.2 'Sometimes I Wanna Disappear'</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">drawings-by-miranda</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://drawings-by-miranda.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~drawings-by-miranda</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ So this is chapter 2 of Helena Beat. My next story I'm posting next is called 'Living with Slipknot' and I first wrote it when I was in fifth grade. Yeah, FIFTH GRADE. But I edited it so it's better and not so 11 year old-y. I am giving you a fair warning there IS language in it. <br />Do you guys want me to post more of Helena Beat? Or should I post some of my other stuff?<br /><br />~M ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Chapter Two........Sometimes I wanna disappear...<br />-------------------------------------<br /><br />I woke up and rolled over to look at my clock. <br />7:22 AM.<br />Sighing, I threw myself back down and rolled over.<br /><br />"Hiya, Carly." Someone said. I sat up and screamed.<br /><br />"Mark! What the heck are you doing in my bed?!"<br /><br />"I just wanted to say sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to say what I did." He said calmly.<br /><br />"I'm sorry too. You know, for running off. But that doesn't answer why you're in my bed."<br /><br />Mark turned bright red. "I-I don't know.." He got up, ready to leave.<br /><br />"Wait, Mark!" I called. He turned around.<br /><br />"Yeah?"<br /><br />"I need your help. I...I've been wanting ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ So this is chapter 2 of Helena Beat. My next story I'm posting next is called 'Living with Slipknot' and I first wrote it when I was in fifth grade. Yeah, FIFTH GRADE. But I edited it so it's better and not so 11 year old-y. I am giving you a fair warning there IS language in it. <br />Do you guys want me to post more of Helena Beat? Or should I post some of my other stuff?<br /><br />~M ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Speechless Pt 5 [REVISED]</title>
                <link>http://adamentcapitol.deviantart.com/art/Speechless-Pt-5-REVISED-373855065</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 18:57:57 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Speechless Pt 5 [REVISED]</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">adamentcapitol</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://adamentcapitol.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~adamentcapitol</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Pretty major change here, doesn't affect the rest of the story though. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[           Philadelphia, the ruins are what is left of the city known as Philadelphia. I grew up not far from<br /><br />here, but rarely came to the city. Philadelphia was evacuated months ago, but it didn&rsquo;t take any attacks<br /><br />for some time, until about four weeks ago, when it was hit with a number of incendiary grade bombs, which<br /><br />completely engulfed the city in flames which continued to burn, even until this day.<br /><br />          &ldquo;Caleb&rdquo;, she said, &ldquo;where are you taking me?&rdquo;<br /><br />           I knew she didn&rsquo;t expect a response, but she was obviously concerned. I wished I could just tell<br /><br />her, but the only thing I really could  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Pretty major change here, doesn't affect the rest of the story though. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>A Friend To Count On Part 2</title>
                <link>http://wilvine2345.deviantart.com/art/A-Friend-To-Count-On-Part-2-373853619</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://wilvine2345.deviantart.com/art/A-Friend-To-Count-On-Part-2-373853619</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 18:50:40 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">A Friend To Count On Part 2</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Short Stories">literature/prose/fiction/general/shortstory</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">wilvine2345</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://wilvine2345.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~wilvine2345</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Second chapter to "A Friend to count on." <br /><br />Relatively short, with a few small behavioral changes present, nothing big, it's still James in there.<br /><br />Part 1 if you haven't already read it.<br /> <a href="http://wilvine2345.deviantart.com/art/A-friend-to-count-on-part-1-373509795">[link]</a> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ James had been in her room for the last half an hour crying until she could cry no more. Her eyes where red and puffy from crying and her pillow was soaked with tears, but she didn't notice, just laid there. Her family had moved to the living room in silence until James's father decided enough was enough and stormed up the stairs.<br /><br />James's Father walked into the room silently, closing the door  behind him. He didn't bother turning the lights off and left the room dark. He came over and sat on the edge of the bed "James? Look you're going to need to talk about it." Her father said to her, to which James only curled up into a tighter ball. Her  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Second chapter to "A Friend to count on." <br /><br />Relatively short, with a few small behavioral changes present, nothing big, it's still James in there.<br /><br />Part 1 if you haven't already read it.<br /> <a href="http://wilvine2345.deviantart.com/art/A-friend-to-count-on-part-1-373509795">[link]</a> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>15 Years I've Spent For That Girl's Attention</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 18:41:33 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">15 Years I've Spent For That Girl's Attention</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://hetalianderp.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~HetalianDerp</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ ~NO SPOILERS IN THIS DESCRIPTION~<br />Huehuehue<br /><br />Hetalia (c) <a target="_self" href="http://himaruyaplz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/h/i/himaruyaplz.png?2" alt=":iconhimaruyaplz:" title="himaruyaplz" /></a><br />You (c) <a target="_self" href="http://sadamericaplz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/a/sadamericaplz.png?1" alt=":iconsadamericaplz:" title="sadamericaplz" /></a> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ ***TOLD IN AMERICA'S POINT OF VIEW***<br /><br />This year I decided that I would confess my love to you, but I didn't know how... so I asked my good old buddy England!<br /><br />"Hey Iggy! Could you maybe tell me what would be the best way to tell a girl how much you love her?"<br /><br />"Hm? Why ask me you twit?"<br /><br />"Because you're my bro Iggy!"<br /><br />Taking a moment he sighed and gave up.<br /><br />"Fine, I suggest you could maybe right a love poem for her. Now go and write a poem."<br /><br />That genius! Of course a poem would get your attention.<br /><br />Once I got home, I decided to start writing a poem. This was the first time I wrote a poem, but you were the one who motivated me to do my best.  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ ~NO SPOILERS IN THIS DESCRIPTION~<br />Huehuehue<br /><br />Hetalia (c) <a target="_self" href="http://himaruyaplz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/h/i/himaruyaplz.png?2" alt=":iconhimaruyaplz:" title="himaruyaplz" /></a><br />You (c) <a target="_self" href="http://sadamericaplz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/a/sadamericaplz.png?1" alt=":iconsadamericaplz:" title="sadamericaplz" /></a> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Helena Beat Ch.1 'Temper'</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 18:43:19 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Helena Beat Ch.1 'Temper'</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://drawings-by-miranda.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~drawings-by-miranda</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Hello everyone!<br />First off, I wanted to say a bit about Helena Beat. <br />It's based off the song by Foster The People (which I love!), and in this story, 'Helena Beat' is written by a teenaged girl named Carly with her only and best friend, Mark, based off of their lives.<br />I hope you guys liked this and I'll be posting the next few chapters in a little while. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/><br />Buh bye <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/><br />~M ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ "What's exactly wrong?" Mark asked. He was my best, and, well, only friend. He's seventeen, and I'm sixteen. Just a year apart.<br /><br />"You know those days when you wanna just choose to not get outta bed?" I asked, twirling a piece of grass around my fingers.<br /><br />He shook his head. "You're lost in your head again. Carly, when are you gonna wake up?"<br /><br />I looked over at him. "Wake up? Wake up?! I AM up Mark. You're the one who needs to wake up." I got up and stormed away, leaving Mark in the field.<br /><br />"Carly? Carly! Come back, I'm sorry!" He called. I didn't answer. Why would I? He said I need to wake up and get out of my head. I AM out of my head.<br /><br />Deep d ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Hello everyone!<br />First off, I wanted to say a bit about Helena Beat. <br />It's based off the song by Foster The People (which I love!), and in this story, 'Helena Beat' is written by a teenaged girl named Carly with her only and best friend, Mark, based off of their lives.<br />I hope you guys liked this and I'll be posting the next few chapters in a little while. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/><br />Buh bye <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="391" title=":) (Smile)"/><br />~M ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Speechless Pt 4 [REVISED]</title>
                <link>http://adamentcapitol.deviantart.com/art/Speechless-Pt-4-REVISED-373853909</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 18:51:48 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Speechless Pt 4 [REVISED]</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">adamentcapitol</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://adamentcapitol.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~adamentcapitol</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Not many changes here, but there were some. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[           "I won&rsquo;t make you explain&rdquo; she said. I hugged her tighter to give some form of a &ldquo;thank you&rdquo;,<br /><br />and she got the message, replying with a &ldquo;you&rsquo;re welcome&rdquo; in her calm reassuring voice. &ldquo;I just didn&rsquo;t<br /><br />know what to think&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;when we all woke up you were gone, and you weren&rsquo;t inside the perimeter<br /><br />where you usually go&rdquo; (or where everyone thought I went). I had to explain, I thought, I couldn&rsquo;t just sit<br /><br />here and not tell her, she deserved to know.<br /><br />          Looking over her shoulder, I noticed something behind her moving toward us. Initially I b ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Not many changes here, but there were some. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Speechless Pt 3 [REVISED]</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 18:43:55 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Speechless Pt 3 [REVISED]</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://adamentcapitol.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~adamentcapitol</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Removed the whole "Facemask" thing and polished it a little more ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[           After saving my life, the young girl stood up from her concealed firing position, and started<br /><br />walking towards my position on the small hill where I almost died, or better, where I should&rsquo;ve died. She<br /><br />looked like she always did, and she always looked beautiful; in the darkness I could barely see her bright<br /><br />blonde hair, dotted with snowflakes, blowing with the quiet and cold breeze. As she approached me, I could<br /><br />tell she was dressed for the somewhat warmer weather of today&rsquo;s late afternoon; meaning she hadn&rsquo;t been<br /><br />back to camp since before then. I quickly concluded that she had been looking for me, which made me ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Removed the whole "Facemask" thing and polished it a little more ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Speechless Pt 2 [REVISED]</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 18:40:01 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Speechless Pt 2 [REVISED]</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">adamentcapitol</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://adamentcapitol.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~adamentcapitol</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Revisions for part two, I like it better this way. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[              It was then that panic started to settle in. I struggled not to let it take over; make me do<br /><br />something stupid. It was nearing the end of the day&rsquo;s gift of natural light. Twilight&rsquo;s closing was a sure<br /><br />indication of that, leaving me with hardly enough light to view the soldiers closing on my position. I<br /><br />watched desperately but discreetly, examining their weapons and movements. The man leading, seemed to be<br /><br />about thirty years of age, he was armed with a common soviet assault rifle backed by a handgun holstered on<br /><br />his right hip. I knew that I was outgunned already. I only carried my scoped bolt-action rifle and my sm ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Revisions for part two, I like it better this way. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Speechless Pt 1 [REVISED]</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 18:34:09 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Speechless Pt 1 [REVISED]</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://adamentcapitol.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~adamentcapitol</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Made a few minor changes throughout, things that were bothering me. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[           I felt a sharp pain shoot up through my legs as I stood up, quickly accrediting it to having sat<br /><br />on a rock ledge for almost three hours straight. I wiped across my eyes with my forearm, clearing away the<br /><br />thin layer of soot that had built up over the time I was there. Once I was standing, I decided to stay and<br /><br />watch for a little while longer, it seemed the sight had some sort of melancholic beauty to it; one that I<br /><br />couldn&rsquo;t yet leave. I&rsquo;ve always felt bad for thinking it was beautiful, the destruction covering the<br /><br />landscape, knowing so many had died, and that this was all that remained of the conflict here and its<br /><br />c ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Made a few minor changes throughout, things that were bothering me. ]]></description>            </item>
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