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                <title>I Remember...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:16:24 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">I Remember...</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">eRoMoNYaS</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://eromonyas.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~eRoMoNYaS</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ A writing exercise for my non-fiction class. Technically, an imitation of Joe Brainard&rsquo;s composition &ldquo;I Remember.&rdquo; Dedicated to my org and all the people I&rsquo;ve met by being a part of it. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ A writing exercise for my non-fiction class. Technically, an imitation of Joe Brainard&rsquo;s composition &ldquo;I Remember.&rdquo;<br /><br />I remember &ldquo;Canon in D&rdquo; by Pachelbel being played by an awkward quartet composed of a violin, a cello, a trumpet and a guitar.<br /><br />I remember sectionals in the dark, narrow corridor just outside the recording studio-turned-rehearsal venue. Our student-conductor passed by and ruffled my hair.<br /><br />I remember the cheap, black and orange electric guitar.<br /><br />I remember the expensive, red electric guitar.<br /><br />I remember riding in my upperclassman&rsquo;s old, maroon van.<br /><br />I remember &ldquo;Supernova&rdquo;. It was m ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ A writing exercise for my non-fiction class. Technically, an imitation of Joe Brainard&rsquo;s composition &ldquo;I Remember.&rdquo; Dedicated to my org and all the people I&rsquo;ve met by being a part of it. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Work Blues</title>
                <link>http://kksfriend1000.deviantart.com/art/Work-Blues-379105767</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:04:18 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Work Blues</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://kksfriend1000.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~kksfriend1000</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I should be doing my assignment.<br /><br />This is what is happening to me now, except that I was doing this instead of playing a game for the sake of gory pleasure.<br /><br />I know, it's not really good. <br /><br /><br />I just wanted to satisfy the cravings of my fingers to type. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Dash.<br /><br />Whoop.<br /><br />Whoosht.<br /><br />The lean noble cried tears of black, trailing the white meadows with it's dirt and grime. It left traces that would never be erased by time, a condemnation to the virginity of of the field.<br /><br />Tick.<br /><br />Tick.<br /><br />Tick.<br /><br />The innocent hunchback was forced to suffer, lying down on its flat belly as the cruel master stepped on his battered back. He was moved to different places, his body helplessly sprawled on the dirty floor yet he never spoke a word of protest. He remained loyal to his pathetic master, a sad, distressed man who would frolic upon the hunchback's misery to forget his own.<br /><br />Arngh.<br /><br />The master looked upon the magic ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I should be doing my assignment.<br /><br />This is what is happening to me now, except that I was doing this instead of playing a game for the sake of gory pleasure.<br /><br />I know, it's not really good. <br /><br /><br />I just wanted to satisfy the cravings of my fingers to type. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Disbelief</title>
                <link>http://brightestnights.deviantart.com/art/Disbelief-379101304</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 06:28:37 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Disbelief</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://brightestnights.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~BrightestNights</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Hourlywritingprompts.tumblr.com<br /><br />Disbelief. It really speaks for itself. Oh gosh, I hope it's not TOO terrible, it IS 6:30 AM<br /><br />Also not all of these will be posted here so if you'd like to see more writing and all of my hourlyprompts when I decide to do them, you can find them at hootwrites.tumblr.com :3 ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ A/N: Firstly, the writing is all mine, I'm only adding the tumblr url because they're the ones who list the prompts that I will be basing these short stories/fics/random journal things off of--whatever strikes my fancy.<br /><br />Also: I feel like this is one I should simply just do completely as myself. Disbelief. That&rsquo;s a good word for how I feel right now. At this very moment I am feeling the full extent of disbelief. (Although that may be due to the lack of sleep seeing as how I almost spelt several easy words wrong).<br /><br />My apologies in advance if my sentences seem a bit fuzzy, funny, or incoherent. I have been awake all night and it has final ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Hourlywritingprompts.tumblr.com<br /><br />Disbelief. It really speaks for itself. Oh gosh, I hope it's not TOO terrible, it IS 6:30 AM<br /><br />Also not all of these will be posted here so if you'd like to see more writing and all of my hourlyprompts when I decide to do them, you can find them at hootwrites.tumblr.com :3 ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Maskey a love story chpt 1</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:36:01 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Maskey a love story chpt 1</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Jasminesims7</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Hi I am Lexi I have aqua hair and aqua eyes and pale skin I am a with maskey.me and him were making out again I pulled of his mask and kissed him he was amazing I looked at him he was out again."Lexi what of she comes back" I turned and left his room and headed to mine I unbutton my shirt and left my balanf tank top and skinny jeans short and fell asleep maskey was mine.me and him kissed again he started pushing me on the bed and licked my neck the my stomic and lips.he got on me.<br />Third person pov<br />The two figures started moving and yelps alot vats a loves oh my gosh.<br />Lexi's pov<br />I ran from Maskey he said melaney during our um love session he s ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Commission # 12: TheCursedDragon</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:25:16 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Commission # 12: TheCursedDragon</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">XVampiricRosiaX</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://xvampiricrosiax.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 *XVampiricRosiaX</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Oneshot for *<a class="u" href="http://thecurseddragon.deviantart.com">theCursedDragon</a><br /><br />i hope you like it Ali.<br /><br />If there is any OOC((Out of Character))ness or any other problems with it please note or skype me about it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ryuuga/Beyblade Metal Fusion belongs to Takafumi Adachi<br />Alyssah belongs to *<a class="u" href="http://thecurseddragon.deviantart.com">theCursedDragon</a><br />Written/Plot by me(:devXXVampiricDestiny:/*<a class="u" href="http://xvampiricrosiax.deviantart.com">XVampiricRosiaX</a>) ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[         Alyssah felt the warm water pouring over her exhausted body and into her long blonde hair. It was so nice to feel the pain in her muscles leave into the steam of the water. She sighed with exhaustion as she moved the loofa sponge with soap on it around her body. Afterwards she smoothed the shampoo into her hair and scalp then she rinsed it out of her hair making it feel heavy.<br /><br />       She closed her eyes as the water poured on her head. Her eyes opened when she heard someone stepping in with her. Alyssah covered her chest with her arms and turned to see the intruder. She came face to face with a smirking Ryuuga who was looking at her. ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Oneshot for *<a class="u" href="http://thecurseddragon.deviantart.com">theCursedDragon</a><br /><br />i hope you like it Ali.<br /><br />If there is any OOC((Out of Character))ness or any other problems with it please note or skype me about it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ryuuga/Beyblade Metal Fusion belongs to Takafumi Adachi<br />Alyssah belongs to *<a class="u" href="http://thecurseddragon.deviantart.com">theCursedDragon</a><br />Written/Plot by me(:devXXVampiricDestiny:/*<a class="u" href="http://xvampiricrosiax.deviantart.com">XVampiricRosiaX</a>) ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Epic Zinogre fight</title>
                <link>http://thebigman0706.deviantart.com/art/Epic-Zinogre-fight-379014198</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 19:11:37 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Epic Zinogre fight</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">TheBigMan0706</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ This is a true story my friends...<br /><br />It all started one afternoon (this one, that is) when i was playing Monster Hunter 3 Ultimate on Wii U. After a failed Nargacuga hunt (i did catch it, but the bastard wouldn't drop his medulla), i decided to go on a Moga Woods hunt where the large monsters in the area were an Arzuros and the main hunt, Zinogre! The armor i had on was High Rank great Wroggi armor, with the Blizzaroths dual blades.<br /><br />When I went into area 3, i spotted Arzuros. I started to go to town on him (as in beat the shit outta him) as he was limping to area 7, Zinogre showed up. After taking care of that dumb bear, i confronted the gian ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Based on a true story! ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Things I Carry</title>
                <link>http://char739.deviantart.com/art/The-Things-I-Carry-378964770</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 15:41:07 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Things I Carry</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Char739</media:credit>
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                <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ For starters, this was an English assignment this year after we read the novel <u>The Things They Carried</u> by Tim O'Brien. The point of the assignment was to write about the things that each of us carry throughout our day to day lives. Everyone's was different, which was nice. I got an A+, which was also nice.<br /><br />I figured I might as well post this to DeviantART, as this is one of my only good writing assignments this year. Most of them were boring and dull, and I wasn't able to write outside of the box on any of them. So I'm fairly proud of this one, and I hope you will enjoy it too. <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 />As always, I appreciate comments, as they help me grow as a writer. Be sure to let me know what you thought! Thank you for taking the time to read, it means a lot to me~<img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/l/love2.gif" width="26" height="17" alt=":love:" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="276" title="Love"/> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The things I carry generally depend on the seasons of the year. One thing that manages to stay however, are the worries, anxiety, and stress that cloud my better judgment. It is the nastiest thing I carry, almost as bad as the plague.  <br /> In autumn, anxieties such as if my teachers will like me or not, or if the classes will become too difficult for me. Yet, during autumn, hopes and joys shine through, like the excitement of being able to see my friends again after so long. With a heavy backpack full of binders and the smell of new pens, I trek further into the year.  <br /> As autumn turns to winter, I begin to develop one sort of difficulty or an ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ For starters, this was an English assignment this year after we read the novel <u>The Things They Carried</u> by Tim O'Brien. The point of the assignment was to write about the things that each of us carry throughout our day to day lives. Everyone's was different, which was nice. I got an A+, which was also nice.<br /><br />I figured I might as well post this to DeviantART, as this is one of my only good writing assignments this year. Most of them were boring and dull, and I wasn't able to write outside of the box on any of them. So I'm fairly proud of this one, and I hope you will enjoy it too. <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 />As always, I appreciate comments, as they help me grow as a writer. Be sure to let me know what you thought! Thank you for taking the time to read, it means a lot to me~<img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/l/love2.gif" width="26" height="17" alt=":love:" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="276" title="Love"/> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Interview With a Killer</title>
                <link>http://poeknowsprose.deviantart.com/art/Interview-With-a-Killer-378961272</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 15:12:22 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Interview With a Killer</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">poeknowsprose</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ It broke.  I&rsquo;d heard a snapping sound and knew that for whatever reason my tape recorder had stopped recording. I sighed feeling extremely frustrated that this had to break right now at this particular moment. <br />&ldquo;Why has the interview stopped Mrs. Parker? Surely you haven&rsquo;t run out of questions to ask me just yet,&rdquo; John Douglas asked me in his monotone voice that somehow managed to hold an air of condescension. <br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s just the tape recorder.  Give me a moment and the interview will start again shortly,&rdquo; I picked up the stupid device that I knew I shouldn&rsquo;t have brought with me in the first place. ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>You saved me</title>
                <link>http://tspades109.deviantart.com/art/You-saved-me-378956640</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:53:41 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">You saved me</media:title>
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        <media:copyright url="http://tspades109.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Tspades109</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Resubmitted from my old account.<br /><br />True story. Sadly. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ It went by so fast. I fell to the ground. Pain. Just pain. I felt the bruises on my knees and cheeks, and the blood running on my lip. I felt my cheek swelling up. I felt a kick go into my side. I gasped and sat up trying to scoot away.<br /><br />"Hey knock it off!" I heard a firmiliar voice. I turns to look at the figure. He was at the boy who had hurt me. The figure punched him on the side of his face. I saw a flash of the figures face. Tristin.<br /><br />Tristin kicked the boy in the stomach then ran over to me. He looked me in the eyes and cupped my cheek with one hand. "God no." He turned looking at the boy. "Do you think this is funny huh? Beating up thi ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Resubmitted from my old account.<br /><br />True story. Sadly. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Ben drowned a love story chpt 1</title>
                <link>http://jasminesims7.deviantart.com/art/Ben-drowned-a-love-story-chpt-1-378952724</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:36:37 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Ben drowned a love story chpt 1</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Jasminesims7</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I ran down the hall I just murdered my family.i sighed I turned around I see some walking to me with suitcase he was BEN.he put me in car and took me to slender manison I got my own room I was hot I have the coler gold and silver hair and aqua eyes.i kissed Ben while he rubbed my back i was kissing him.i deppen it I asked for the entrance so I bit him he opened his mouth and I slipped my touge in and fought I licked his he gave up and pushed me on the bed and got on me he kissed my neck and pushed me clouse. ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>NGYT Ch. 10</title>
                <link>http://angel-strong.deviantart.com/art/NGYT-Ch-10-378947623</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 14:19:39 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">NGYT Ch. 10</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Angel-Strong</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://angel-strong.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 =Angel-Strong</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Oh wowzers!~<br />Okay I know this is a very long part but it's well worth it if you read thru it all I promise!! I'm kind of surprised with how it came out myself XD<br /><br />As always please comment and enjoy<br /><br />PS- I finally brought in <a target="_self" href="http://beadfeather.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/b/e/beadfeather.gif?15" alt=":iconbeadfeather:" title="BeadFeather" /></a>'s chara in, do you know who she is? ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[  Castiel still in his cat form just sat there as the dog layed there bleeding.<br /><br />	"So this is the true prowess of the Feline Core, somecat that loses themself in the battle and wont stop until all is done. So tell me why have you stopped?" Bo said, coughing up blood from his mouth, speaking the words slowly to let seep into Cas's head. Castiel just sat there and looking at him with cold eyes.<br /><br />	Mina watched from afar the cat that saved her, the cat she wanted to protect, the cat who almost killed the dog in a matter of minutes. Tears rolled down her face, she didn't know what to think, her world was turned upside down. As the cat walked closer ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Oh wowzers!~<br />Okay I know this is a very long part but it's well worth it if you read thru it all I promise!! I'm kind of surprised with how it came out myself XD<br /><br />As always please comment and enjoy<br /><br />PS- I finally brought in <a target="_self" href="http://beadfeather.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/b/e/beadfeather.gif?15" alt=":iconbeadfeather:" title="BeadFeather" /></a>'s chara in, do you know who she is? ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Godzilla the Legend Reborn Ideas</title>
                <link>http://kaijualpha1point0.deviantart.com/art/Godzilla-the-Legend-Reborn-Ideas-378922208</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 13:02:09 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Godzilla the Legend Reborn Ideas</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">KaijuAlpha1point0</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://kaijualpha1point0.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~KaijuAlpha1point0</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Just some ideas for a hypothetical show. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Main voice cast:<br /><br />Aki Saegusa: Tara Strong<br /><br />Kyoko Saegusa and Minako Okamata: Ashleigh Ball<br /><br />Haruka Gojo and Rei Gojo: Andrea Libman<br /><br />Satsuki Shimura and Moll: Tabitha St. Germain<br /><br />Akio Tamashi: Vincent Tong<br /><br />Kenji Yamato and Kazuma Aoki: Andrew Francis<br /><br />Miki Saegusa and Lora: Nicole Oliver<br /><br />Akane Yashiro: Rebecca Shoichet<br /><br />Douglas Gordon: Don Frye<br /><br />Commander Takaki Aso: Peter New<br /><br />Meru Ozawa and Asuza Gojo: Britt McKillip<br /><br />Ryuzo Dobashi: Samuel Vincent<br /><br />Umbra: Kathleen Barr<br /><br />Animation: Studio Pierrot<br /><br />Character Designs: Bryan Konietzko and Michael Dante DiMartino<br /><br />Music: William Anderson<br /><br />Opening Theme: Godzilla vs Tokyo (Zebraheads)<br /><br />Head W ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Just some ideas for a hypothetical show. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever</title>
                <link>http://wildylynx.deviantart.com/art/A-Thing-of-Beauty-is-a-Joy-Forever-378850542</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 06:11:41 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">wildylynx</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/w/i/wildylynx.jpg?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://wildylynx.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~wildylynx</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[  ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[  Panacea is not something substantial or tangible. It is more of an experience, or more aptly a feeling, to be felt and cherished through all or any of the senses. Some seek it in faith, some perhaps in lust. Mine was that single moment.<br />  Every second of joy or sorrow in my life so far was absolutely worth living, if it was to lead to this moment. I had been born for this. It seeped down my pores and made my internals explode. Yet it failed to satiate me. I wanted to take the whole of it in, all at once. Ecstasy was only the beginning. My senses wanted more of the immaculately impeccable beauty it offered. Undiluted. Wild. Pure.<br />  I could se ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Jeff the killer a love story chpt 1</title>
                <link>http://jasminesims7.deviantart.com/art/Jeff-the-killer-a-love-story-chpt-1-378778412</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 20:10:07 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Jeff the killer a love story chpt 1</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Jasminesims7</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://jasminesims7.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Jasminesims7</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[  ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I ran down the stairs and fel on my brother zack he ran updsatairs with bear.ugg hi am Sarah light a am 16 I have brown eyes and hair to my waist it has black low and highlights.zack 18 he never learns.i am the mature one I sighed I was outside I was pushed to wall and... ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>This is Terrible.... not</title>
                <link>http://thestarofluck.deviantart.com/art/This-is-Terrible-not-378772101</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:40:55 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">This is Terrible.... not</media:title>
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                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">TheStarOfLuck</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/t/h/thestarofluck.gif?10</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://thestarofluck.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~TheStarOfLuck</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ This is just implied on those who are way too negative on themselves. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ They'll post a deviation, and in the description it will say something about the deviation not being ANY good. You should never say that, you can say what you don't like about it specifically but don't say it's terrible as a whole. (Even more frustrating when the deviation is really good) ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ This is just implied on those who are way too negative on themselves. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Treasures</title>
                <link>http://aljay140.deviantart.com/art/Treasures-378763858</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:13:47 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Treasures</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Aljay140</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/l/aljay140.jpg?2</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://aljay140.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Aljay140</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ This was a bed time story I wrote in a text message to my girlfriend... It took so long to write, my god. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ One day I was walking down the street, and I found a piece of paper. Curious, I picked it up, finding it was a note. I read it and it said, "soon, a great treasure will become yours." I wonder what that could mean? Treasure? I wonder if it's money, or gold, or even jewels! I turn the paper over and it says, "keep walking where you're going. The treasure is meant for one person in specific. If its you, you'll know it." Alright, cool. Maybe it's me, lets see. So I keep on walking to Cumberland Farms to get me some coffee. I grab a cup and get myself coffee n stuff. I pay and the lady gives me back my change. One of the bills, however, had a num ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ This was a bed time story I wrote in a text message to my girlfriend... It took so long to write, my god. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Comm. #4 for Miracle-Blue</title>
                <link>http://xvampiricrosiax.deviantart.com/art/Comm-4-for-Miracle-Blue-378756400</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 18:30:37 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Comm. #4 for Miracle-Blue</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">XVampiricRosiaX</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/x/v/xvampiricrosiax.png?3</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://xvampiricrosiax.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 *XVampiricRosiaX</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ this is a commission for my friend ~<a class="u" href="http://miracle-blue.deviantart.com">Miracle-Blue</a><br /><br />i got the plot idea based on one of the Brooklyn scenes in the original beyblade where Hiro is hired to train him and when hiro trys to train him, he goes outside instead. its like episode 50 something or 60 something i think. but i added in Alina and added some Brooklyn and Alina fluff into it. so i hope you like it Demmy!:3<br /><br /><br />i am sorry for any OOC((Out of Character))ness i've never wrote with Alina or Brooklyn before so i hope i did alright. if there is a problem please note me or skype me about it Demmy<br /><br /> <br /><br /><br />Beyblade/Brooklyn/Hiro/Tyson/the episode i got the plot from belongs to Takao Aoki<br />Alina belongs to ~<a class="u" href="http://miracle-blue.deviantart.com">Miracle-Blue</a><br />Written by me((*<a class="u" href="http://xvampiricrosiax.deviantart.com">XVampiricRosiaX</a>/~<a class="u" href="http://xxvampiricdestinyxx.deviantart.com">XXVampiricDestinyXX</a>)) ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[         Alina launched her beyblade into the ground and watched as it made tracks into the dirt. Behind her was the BEGA star, Brooklyn. He was watching the clouds, but the sound of Alina&rsquo;s beyblade caught his attention. Brooklyn sat up and watched Alina&rsquo;s Beyblade make tracks into the ground.<br /><br />       &ldquo;Randa!&rdquo; Alina Exclaimed at the Beyblade before it hit a tree.<br /><br />        The beyblade returned to her hand. Alina looked at her beyblade and the marks in the ground. She smiled to herself as she looked around.<br /><br />         &ldquo;Oh that was cool&rdquo; Brooklyn said from behind her.<br /><br />        Alina Jumped as she heard him beh ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ this is a commission for my friend ~<a class="u" href="http://miracle-blue.deviantart.com">Miracle-Blue</a><br /><br />i got the plot idea based on one of the Brooklyn scenes in the original beyblade where Hiro is hired to train him and when hiro trys to train him, he goes outside instead. its like episode 50 something or 60 something i think. but i added in Alina and added some Brooklyn and Alina fluff into it. so i hope you like it Demmy!:3<br /><br /><br />i am sorry for any OOC((Out of Character))ness i've never wrote with Alina or Brooklyn before so i hope i did alright. if there is a problem please note me or skype me about it Demmy<br /><br /> <br /><br /><br />Beyblade/Brooklyn/Hiro/Tyson/the episode i got the plot from belongs to Takao Aoki<br />Alina belongs to ~<a class="u" href="http://miracle-blue.deviantart.com">Miracle-Blue</a><br />Written by me((*<a class="u" href="http://xvampiricrosiax.deviantart.com">XVampiricRosiaX</a>/~<a class="u" href="http://xxvampiricdestinyxx.deviantart.com">XXVampiricDestinyXX</a>)) ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Tickle Torturing Michael part 2</title>
                <link>http://indirectstrike.deviantart.com/art/Tickle-Torturing-Michael-part-2-378734118</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 16:39:43 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Tickle Torturing Michael part 2</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">IndirectStrike</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://indirectstrike.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~IndirectStrike</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ tickling my step brothers feet again ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ It was the middle of summer and not to hot outside. Michael and I liked to occupy the trampoline we had out back. We bounced around for what seemed like hours. In reality, it was 15 minutes. During our bouncing, I got a glance at his beautiful socked feet. The socks had a few holes in them. One around his big toe on his right foot, both of his heels, and one just above the arch on his left foot. This made me want to tickle the hell out of his feet right then and there. We decided to go inside for a drink. But feeling the cool air inside, we abandoned our plans to return to our jumping haven. Next thing we did was play with hot-wheels. Both of ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ tickling my step brothers feet again ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Writings</title>
                <link>http://rescueinghope.deviantart.com/art/Writings-378700649</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 14:17:12 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Writings</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">RescueingHope</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://rescueinghope.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~RescueingHope</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ My middle school summer 'assignments ' I did . Most have slightly ad grammer but hey , most were type with my eyes closed so whatever ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ 14. Think of your favorite animal and describe that animal.<br />Hooves, strong as rock yet not as strong as steel. Long legs that strech as they run carrying them where they wish, helping the flee danger. Coats of to many styles and colors to imagen, though I still find myself trying to as the days past. Lovely shades of colors in the long and short manes. Bodies varying in height and styles. A beauty that no word nor picture could fully capture as they run. Whether they be a humans trusted friend, carrying them long distances through ethier battle or a peacful meadow, or wild and free roaming the western lands. Like they should be. That one in a ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ My middle school summer 'assignments ' I did . Most have slightly ad grammer but hey , most were type with my eyes closed so whatever ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Describe a storm.</title>
                <link>http://rescueinghope.deviantart.com/art/Describe-a-storm-378700104</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 14:12:56 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Describe a storm.</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">RescueingHope</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://rescueinghope.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~RescueingHope</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Part 5 of summer writing ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Describe a storm. This could be a thunder storm, a snow storm, a hurricane, a tornado, a hail storm, a rain storm, or any type of storm.<br /><br />The could rolling it a dark shades of grey, never one shade or color. A constant mix of greys, whites, and greens. Most people think danger or hiding. They never seem to pause to think, and watch. Watch the rain pour down, the sky light up in a beautiful light show of white againsent the dark clouds. Listen to the rain, wether it be beating down againsent a old metal roof that sheltered a small family or barn, or it be beating around rock and mud. Almost as though its promiseing after the disaters of life,  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Part 5 of summer writing ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Describe the ocean.</title>
                <link>http://rescueinghope.deviantart.com/art/Describe-the-ocean-378699431</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 14:11:10 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Describe the ocean.</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">RescueingHope</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://rescueinghope.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~RescueingHope</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Part 3 of my summer writing ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Describe the ocean. Think about what it looks like on and below the surface.<br /><br />A ocean is long and wide, full of mystery and wonder. Bright blue, white, or even shades of yellows, reds, and black. Depending on when you look at it. It can be calm and quiet, splashing gently and moving with the hot and cold winds. The animals below going on with their lives not paying attention to the world out of there home, feeling safe. It can also change in a instant and be deadly and loud. Waves crashing in wild patterns, slamming onto the shore turning shades of green and black while the waves tips foam white like a rabid animal. The animals below the surf ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Part 3 of my summer writing ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Red Sheep (Part 3)</title>
                <link>http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-3-378689651</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:36:59 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Red Sheep (Part 3)</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Matsudarias</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/m/a/matsudarias.png?6</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 =Matsudarias</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I share, with a scarce few other people, a bitter resentment towards the society I live in. Judgment, stereotypes that generally don't exist but only to the egotistic mind, unfair social hierarchies and so forth to name a few. This will be in a series and I do encourage viewer discretion as scenes may employ imagery that isn't suited to some.<br /><br />Be opened minded. My hypercritical view on the society I live in may not mimic yours, but some aspects that are mentioned or are subtly mentioned may. <br /><br />Enjoy. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="390" title="=) (Smile)"/> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The woman had entered a dystopia of a setting.<br /><br />Desolation swamped the street. It had a natural tint of grey, despite the sun flaring its staining yellow light. Everything appeared post-apocalyptic or was on the verge of joining that state. A majority of the buildings had damp wooden boards covering the windows and had sandbags at the doors. Some houses even had razor wire fencing surrounding them.<br /><br />What happened, the woman questioned to herself.<br /><br />The question floated in the silent atmosphere. So did her confusion.<br /><br />As she looked right, she saw a man staring at her. A white top, dark blue jeans, brown hair. He seemed healthy and stable, too.  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I share, with a scarce few other people, a bitter resentment towards the society I live in. Judgment, stereotypes that generally don't exist but only to the egotistic mind, unfair social hierarchies and so forth to name a few. This will be in a series and I do encourage viewer discretion as scenes may employ imagery that isn't suited to some.<br /><br />Be opened minded. My hypercritical view on the society I live in may not mimic yours, but some aspects that are mentioned or are subtly mentioned may. <br /><br />Enjoy. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="390" title="=) (Smile)"/> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Six Sentance Story</title>
                <link>http://cheesemonkeyc.deviantart.com/art/Six-Sentance-Story-378667424</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 12:06:27 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Six Sentance Story</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">CheeseMonkeyC</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/c/h/cheesemonkeyc.gif?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://cheesemonkeyc.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~CheeseMonkeyC</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Another story I submitted for an English class. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Bob looked left. The country road went straight all the way to the horizon and nothing was coming. Bob looked right. Again, the road stretched as far as the eye could see and nothing was coming, so Bob stepped out onto the road. The odds of being struck by a meteor falling from space are less than one in twenty billion. Poor Bob. ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Another story I submitted for an English class. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Red Sheep (Part 2)</title>
                <link>http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-2-378657588</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 12:03:18 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Red Sheep (Part 2)</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Matsudarias</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 =Matsudarias</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I share, with a scarce few other people, a bitter resentment towards the society I live in. Judgment, stereotypes that generally don't exist but only to the egotistic mind, unfair social hierarchies and so forth to name a few. This will be in a series and I do encourage viewer discretion as scenes may employ imagery that isn't suited to some.<br /><br />Be opened minded. My hypercritical view on the society I live in may not mimic yours, but some aspects that are mentioned or are subtly mentioned may. <br /><br />Enjoy. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="390" title="=) (Smile)"/><br /><b><br /><a href="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-1-378634619">[link]</a> - Part 1<br /><a href="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-2-378657588">[link]</a> - Part 2<br /><a href="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-3-378689651?ga_submit_new=10%253A1371501420">[link]</a> - Part 3<br /></b> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Immediately, she went to the bathroom.<br /><br />A broken mirror welcomed her with a distorted reflection. Blue eyes, she noticed. Brown hair. A small, bruised face. Scarred cheeks and chin. Dry blood patches. What happened to me, she questioned to herself. The question floated in the air for awhile as she observed herself.<br /><br />She found no answer. Something in the back of her mind taunted her, a distant memory. A distressful and mocking one. She tried concentrating harder, but to no avail failed.<br /><br />A sink was behind her. She noticed it in the reflection of the cracked mirror. With some hope of getting rid of these blemishes, she turned and stepped toward ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I share, with a scarce few other people, a bitter resentment towards the society I live in. Judgment, stereotypes that generally don't exist but only to the egotistic mind, unfair social hierarchies and so forth to name a few. This will be in a series and I do encourage viewer discretion as scenes may employ imagery that isn't suited to some.<br /><br />Be opened minded. My hypercritical view on the society I live in may not mimic yours, but some aspects that are mentioned or are subtly mentioned may. <br /><br />Enjoy. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="390" title="=) (Smile)"/><br /><b><br /><a href="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-1-378634619">[link]</a> - Part 1<br /><a href="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-2-378657588">[link]</a> - Part 2<br /><a href="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-3-378689651?ga_submit_new=10%253A1371501420">[link]</a> - Part 3<br /></b> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Tickle Torturing Michael</title>
                <link>http://indirectstrike.deviantart.com/art/Tickle-Torturing-Michael-378659090</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 11:27:03 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Tickle Torturing Michael</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">IndirectStrike</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://indirectstrike.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~IndirectStrike</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I tickle my step brothers feet ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Just a side note. This should be my first story I wrote. Its about the first two experiences i've ever had tickling my step brother Michael, and how I got addicted to kids feet his age. For starters, before this point, i had NO interest in kids feet. Or just feet in general. But one night changed that completely. let me set the scene. It was about 1 in the morning. It was raining hard outside. Michael and i occasionally slept in the same room. and when we did, we slept on the floor next to each other on air mattresses.(Don't ask why because I don't know). I was staring at the ceiling listening to my iPod. I caught myself singing along to my f ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I tickle my step brothers feet ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Veronica smiled</title>
                <link>http://kiara-robinson13.deviantart.com/art/Veronica-smiled-378657489</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 11:20:11 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Veronica smiled</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Kiara-Robinson13</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://kiara-robinson13.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Kiara-Robinson13</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Another small piece of my book. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Veronica smiled shyly at me, looked away and shrugged. She didin't know me. It was actually the first time we saw each other, but I recognized her by some drawings Nick had done. At that time, she had short hair.<br />- Veronica always cuts a bit of her hair when something disappoints her - Nicolas said four months ago, showing me a drawing done in pencil from a girl that used scissors to cut her hair, made of flowers and grass - this way we know if she's happy or not.<br />She does looks like a fragile girl, Nick. ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Another small piece of my book. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Slenderman a love story chpt 1</title>
                <link>http://jasminesims7.deviantart.com/art/Slenderman-a-love-story-chpt-1-378654004</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 11:05:12 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Slenderman a love story chpt 1</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Jasminesims7</media:credit>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Hi guys I am starting a new serious called slender man a love story chpt 1<br />I sighed as me and Slendy layer together I will never forget him we are only friends but I don't think so.me and him were in my room I fell he picked me up and put me on my bed and went into another room I snuck in and got on him and kissed him but he never awoke I left but he pulled me close and got in me but i wiggled away."I am not ready" I turned and left.<br /><br />It morning I want it to sleep but I could not I sighed and turn and watched t.v<br /><br />Sorry short enjoy it will get better ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Red Sheep (Part 1)</title>
                <link>http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-1-378634619</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 09:46:07 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Red Sheep (Part 1)</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Matsudarias</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 =Matsudarias</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I share, with a scarce few other people, a bitter resentment towards the society I live in. Judgment, stereotypes that generally don't exist but only to the egotistic mind, unfair social hierarchies and so forth to name a few. This will be in a series and I do encourage viewer discretion as scenes may employ imagery that isn't suited to some.<br /><br />Be opened minded. My hypercritical view on the society I live in may not mimic yours, but some aspects that are mentioned or are subtly mentioned may. <br /><br />Enjoy. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="390" title="=) (Smile)"/><br /><b><br /><a href="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-1-378634619">[link]</a> - Part 1<br /><a href="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-2-378657588">[link]</a> - Part 2<br /><a href="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-3-378689651?ga_submit_new=10%253A1371501420">[link]</a> - Part 3<br /></b> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ She woke up.<br /><br />Her feeble eyes crept open and a sickly yellow light blinded her. There she sat on a chair, looking battered and bruised, blemished and besmirched. She was mired in pain. From what, she couldn&rsquo;t remember. In fact, she couldn&rsquo;t remember her own name. Her identity was lost.<br /><br />A phantom in a realist world.<br /><br />What surrounded her was nothing out of the ordinary. There was a grubby bed to her left, a rotting drawer to her right and in front of her a television that was switched on. She was in a bedroom. Not in her own, though, she knew that. The wallpaper was tattered and torn, not vibrant and vivacious. The floor, from whic ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I share, with a scarce few other people, a bitter resentment towards the society I live in. Judgment, stereotypes that generally don't exist but only to the egotistic mind, unfair social hierarchies and so forth to name a few. This will be in a series and I do encourage viewer discretion as scenes may employ imagery that isn't suited to some.<br /><br />Be opened minded. My hypercritical view on the society I live in may not mimic yours, but some aspects that are mentioned or are subtly mentioned may. <br /><br />Enjoy. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" data-embed-type="emoticon" data-embed-id="390" title="=) (Smile)"/><br /><b><br /><a href="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-1-378634619">[link]</a> - Part 1<br /><a href="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-2-378657588">[link]</a> - Part 2<br /><a href="http://matsudarias.deviantart.com/art/Red-Sheep-Part-3-378689651?ga_submit_new=10%253A1371501420">[link]</a> - Part 3<br /></b> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>book plot 1</title>
                <link>http://sonicandfriends100.deviantart.com/art/book-plot-1-378619127</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 08:11:39 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">book plot 1</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">sonicandfriends100</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://sonicandfriends100.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~sonicandfriends100</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ just a plot idea for a book i`m doing...this will probably be edited at least three times before i`m happy with it to go in the book maybe not...<br /><br />book idea- ~<a class="u" href="http://sonicandfriends100.deviantart.com">sonicandfriends100</a> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ PLOT:<br /><br />After being saved from being chased down by the MRS by a stranger and brought into his home which is a mansion Laurence a skilled magician is asked a favor, in repayment the stranger will keep Laurence's identity hidden from the MRS but who is the stranger and what is this deal exactly?... ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ just a plot idea for a book i`m doing...this will probably be edited at least three times before i`m happy with it to go in the book maybe not...<br /><br />book idea- ~<a class="u" href="http://sonicandfriends100.deviantart.com">sonicandfriends100</a> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The end of our days</title>
                <link>http://marsukarkki.deviantart.com/art/The-end-of-our-days-378608531</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 07:09:11 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The end of our days</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Marsukarkki</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://marsukarkki.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Marsukarkki</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I wrote this composition for my English portfolio ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The skies were ablaze. Everything seemed perfect. One day was coming to an end. I sat there looking at the serene pond. I cast my eyes on the scarlet sky wondering, "How, why, oh why?!"<br /><br />She was lying on the soft green mat of grass. I looked at her, and I knew this was it. This was the place for us, for my question. I said to her, "I need to check one thing. It won't take long." She smiled at me and said "I'll wait for you". I got up and looked at her the last time before I left.<br /><br />As I walked back holding the little box in my hands, she was still in the same position. I couldn't help smiling; she was waiting for me. Her blondish hair was dyed ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I wrote this composition for my English portfolio ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Writer</title>
                <link>http://aspiringwriter237.deviantart.com/art/The-Writer-378606246</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 06:47:21 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Writer</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">AspiringWriter237</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://aspiringwriter237.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~AspiringWriter237</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ It's just a small improv passage I typed. It might not be my best work, but it's not bad. What do you think? ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The silence grated on my ears like the shrill cries of a banshee as I stared at the wonder that lay before me. What most people see is but a dull piece of paper. Not me. What I see is a blank slate filled with possibility. I see a canvas bursting at the seams with ideas. I see an amazing piece of artwork whose full potential has yet to be reached. There&rsquo;s no telling what fascinating craftsmanship will soon fill this white space, cover these blue lines. A picture? A note? No. For me, it&rsquo;s a story. A dramatic, comedic, or maybe even suspenseful emotional rollercoaster that keeps the reader&rsquo;s heart beating, sides splitting, or  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ It's just a small improv passage I typed. It might not be my best work, but it's not bad. What do you think? ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Pokemon Black Nuzlocke: Chapter 1</title>
                <link>http://willi225.deviantart.com/art/Pokemon-Black-Nuzlocke-Chapter-1-378598924</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 05:47:57 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Pokemon Black Nuzlocke: Chapter 1</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Willi225</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://willi225.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Willi225</media:copyright>             <creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license>
                <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Decided to start this today. I've been wanting to write something for quite some time now anyways. And since pokemon apparently die in nuzlockes, Bianca and Cheren don't have any right now. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Pokemon Black Nuzlocke<br />Chapter 1: A new start<br />*Note I have never wrote nor read a Nuzlocke before, and the path I'm taking is: http://bit.ly/10pX56W*<br /><br />     It was an average morning in Nuvema town. The summer sun was shining, the river was still. A boy around the age of 15 awakened in his house. Only to find a strange box sitting on his desk. He approached the box and found a letter laying on top of it. The letter read: "I've brought you three pokemon to choose from. Do not question why, for I will tell you later." -Professor Juniper. Naturally Din opened the box, curious as to what he would find inside. He undid the ribbon on it and moved th ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Decided to start this today. I've been wanting to write something for quite some time now anyways. And since pokemon apparently die in nuzlockes, Bianca and Cheren don't have any right now. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>What do you choose?</title>
                <link>http://championwinry44789.deviantart.com/art/What-do-you-choose-378585975</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 03:36:53 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">What do you choose?</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ChampionWinry44789</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://championwinry44789.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~ChampionWinry44789</media:copyright>             <creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license>
                <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I am soon posting my secret upon here sooner or later when I have time. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ As tiny as the flowers are<br /><br />I have a long way to go<br /><br />Before my journey ends here.<br /><br />Afraid to tell the hidden secret I once had,<br />Many have been out to see me as a outcast.<br /><br />And those who were born with a terrible fate,<br />are not the only ones.<br /><br />How can you not trust one, when<br />another you can trust in, is truly trustworthy?<br /><br />How can you not choose a good path,<br />when there are several paths of good and evil?<br /><br />How can you choose a destiny, when for one,<br />you cannot make a decision on your own?<br /><br />Who will you fight for, if you choose to fight alone?<br /><br />Who will you live for, if you choose to live alone?<br /><br />If you go down one day, does someone you know go d ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I am soon posting my secret upon here sooner or later when I have time. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Immortal Rose Ch.3</title>
                <link>http://ffvii-caius.deviantart.com/art/The-Immortal-Rose-Ch-3-378583174</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 03:09:04 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Immortal Rose Ch.3</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">FFVII-Caius</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ffvii-caius.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~FFVII-Caius</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ The final chapter of The Immortal Rose. As you can see, it's the shortest chapter but also the happiest, at least to me.<br /><br />Maya is my OC and the rest of the characters belong to Square Enix.<br /><br />I hope you like the story and if you don't mind, put it in your fav and leave a nice comment. Thank you ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[                                        The Immortal Rose<br />                                         Chapter three<br /><br />Maya was lying on the ground. Minutes passed like hours to her. The street was empty and the gang had disappeared once that bullet was released. She couldn't bear the pain of her arm. Thankfully, it didn't hit her heart but her shoulder. Her legs were numb and her eyes were struggling to remain open. 'It's what I deserve.' she thought. 'I will die the same way he did. This is my punishment....'<br />Maya surrendered to her fate, letting death spread its arms to welcome her. Unfortunately, they couldn't reach her because of 'his' loud ar ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/f/2013/168/5/0/the_immortal_rose_ch_3_by_ffvii_caius-d69ecna.jpg" height="245" width="300"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/150/f/2013/168/5/0/the_immortal_rose_ch_3_by_ffvii_caius-d69ecna.jpg" height="123" width="150"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ The final chapter of The Immortal Rose. As you can see, it's the shortest chapter but also the happiest, at least to me.<br /><br />Maya is my OC and the rest of the characters belong to Square Enix.<br /><br />I hope you like the story and if you don't mind, put it in your fav and leave a nice comment. Thank you<br /><div><img src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs71/150/f/2013/168/5/0/the_immortal_rose_ch_3_by_ffvii_caius-d69ecna.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>What are dreams.
when you look</title>
                <link>http://annieawsome.deviantart.com/art/What-are-dreams-when-you-look-378540603</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 21:04:33 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">What are dreams.
when you look</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">AnnieAwsome</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://annieawsome.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~AnnieAwsome</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ just a thought ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ What are dreams.<br />when you look in to the subconscious of a human being what do you see? is it terror, is it joy, is it empty. A dream is a thought that you can't make real, you can't vocalize it, you can't create it, therefore it cannot enter reality. so it goes into your subconscious vault, if you will, and it is forgotten. only when you dream, are these thoughts awoken and brought to life. If you think about it you never really "forget" anything, you just store it away until you need it again. the human brain has the power to conjure up the most diabolical images, yet we still forget so easily. when you dream you enter another reality, anot ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ just a thought ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>School Life: Do your Duty</title>
                <link>http://sveagal.deviantart.com/art/School-Life-Do-your-Duty-378524264</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 19:40:05 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">School Life: Do your Duty</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Sveagal</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://sveagal.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Sveagal</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ My first post ever for written things. School Life is a look at the craziness that can happen in and out of the classroom with the students and teachers I work with. Hope you enjoy! ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ &ldquo;Do your Duty&rdquo;<br /><br />They say that you pick up on the characteristics of the students you teach.  This is true, but I also think that some teachers teach the age they do because they&rsquo;re just bigger versions of those students.  This is particularly true with many middle school teachers.  We are well attuned to the middle school mind and often act like them in more ways than one.<br /><br />Sense of humor is one of those areas.  We develop a rather low bathroom and other gross human things sense of humor.  So when the principle shouts out on the mega phone at recess &ldquo;Secondary students!  Stop playing with the Elementary School student& ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ My first post ever for written things. School Life is a look at the craziness that can happen in and out of the classroom with the students and teachers I work with. Hope you enjoy! ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>36 Rules to Survive a Horror Movie</title>
                <link>http://hypercupcakeonroblox.deviantart.com/art/36-Rules-to-Survive-a-Horror-Movie-378482738</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 17:01:24 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">36 Rules to Survive a Horror Movie</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">HyperCupcakeOnROBLOX</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://hypercupcakeonroblox.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~HyperCupcakeOnROBLOX</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sub> I was bored, so I decided, "Why the hell not?"<br />I found most of these off the Internet. CX<br /><br /><sub> <sub> If you want it to be effective, you must read it in Randy's voice</sub></sub></sub> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[  If you wanna have even the  slightest  chance of surviving a horror movie, then you  must  abide by these rules! Otherwise you're most likely going to die.<br /><br />1. If you hear a noise somewhere from within the house, don't investigate. No matter how much you believe you are, you're not Dora the Explorer.<br />2. If you find yourself in a dark hallway, never ask "Who's there?" like the killer's going to "Yeah I'm in the kitchen, want a sandwich?"<br />3. If something licks your hand in the dark, it's not your dog.   Your dog is dead.<br /> 4. If you are irritating and or a wise-ass person, you're going to die.<br />5. Never take a shower. Killers are naturally attra ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sub> I was bored, so I decided, "Why the hell not?"<br />I found most of these off the Internet. CX<br /><br /><sub> <sub> If you want it to be effective, you must read it in Randy's voice</sub></sub></sub> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>We Are Better Now, Than Once We Were</title>
                <link>http://willcraft.deviantart.com/art/We-Are-Better-Now-Than-Once-We-Were-378439349</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 12:58:38 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">We Are Better Now, Than Once We Were</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">willcraft</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://willcraft.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~willcraft</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I was inspired to type this after a debate with a certain gentleman <a href="http://fav.me/d4mk20a">Warning, this is a disturbing individual</a> on Friday. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ We Are Better Now, Than Once We Were<br /><br />       It is arguably true that no question has perturbed mankind more than the question of Purpose. The never-ending lamentatious vocalization in a thousand different tongues: "does anything matter, and if so, Why? One answer is this: Mankind matters. We matter more that any vast expanse of mechanistic gas, or any burning star. We matter, and we alone can bring to this universe the qualities of beauty and justice. Make no mistake, these are artificial, yet that does not rob them of value. This statement on no way obviates objectivism, as reality would endure if mankind was to fall silent, yet the noblest ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I was inspired to type this after a debate with a certain gentleman <a href="http://fav.me/d4mk20a">Warning, this is a disturbing individual</a> on Friday. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Playing Sonic.exe [PART ONE]</title>
                <link>http://xxsouleatingartistxx.deviantart.com/art/Playing-Sonic-exe-PART-ONE-378437675</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 12:48:42 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Playing Sonic.exe [PART ONE]</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">xXSoulEatingArtistXx</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://xxsouleatingartistxx.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~xXSoulEatingArtistXx</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <code>I forgot to add the stage. It was Hide-and-Seek.</code> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I clicked the link.<br />Music swarmed out of the speakers. It was the Sonic the Hedgehog introduction. I was confused at first, until it neared the end of the intro. It flashed red.<br />"What the..?" But the intro ended. I muted my volume, afraid of what would happen. But instead, it took me to a screen showing Tails, Knuckles, and Robotnik. I reluctantly turned the volume back on.<br />My hand grabbed the mouse and clicked Tails. Creepy laughter engulfed me. I shivered.<br />Suddenly, Green Hill Zone popped up, Tails in the center. Hope flared in me, thinking it'd nice and safe. Using the arrow keys, I headed right.<br />My hope quickly turned into horror and disb ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <code>I forgot to add the stage. It was Hide-and-Seek.</code> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>TEN SONG MEME CHALLENGE: Hetalia</title>
                <link>http://sonamylover4.deviantart.com/art/TEN-SONG-MEME-CHALLENGE-Hetalia-378418784</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 12:01:24 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">TEN SONG MEME CHALLENGE: Hetalia</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">sonamylover4</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/o/sonamylover4.jpg?15</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://sonamylover4.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~sonamylover4</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I decided to hop the wagon of the song challenge and here we are! Though I have a weird song combo on shuffle, haha! Enjoy! <br /><br />*= I had some ideas for Spain, but they were effiminate so I made Fem!Spain, which is the Carmen character ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ TEN SONG MEME CHALLENGE<br /><br />Fandom chosen: Hetalia<br /><br />1) Power, Kanye West<br />Alfred walked down the hallway quietly, face blank and the distant sound of an alarm echoing in the chamber. He sighed, knowing this was the end for him. His time as a superpower, the 21rst century Rome, was over. He was warned so many times, by England, by France, by Spain, by Italy himself, but he wouldn't listen.He had believed his dominance over the world would keep him high and mighty. But he forgot about his own people, his inner circle was crumbling. Alfred reached the end of the hall, when he opened it it would spell his death, and with a shaky breath, he reached ou ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I decided to hop the wagon of the song challenge and here we are! Though I have a weird song combo on shuffle, haha! Enjoy! <br /><br />*= I had some ideas for Spain, but they were effiminate so I made Fem!Spain, which is the Carmen character ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Immortal Rose Ch.2</title>
                <link>http://ffvii-caius.deviantart.com/art/The-Immortal-Rose-Ch-2-378388671</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 09:10:32 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Immortal Rose Ch.2</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">FFVII-Caius</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ffvii-caius.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~FFVII-Caius</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ The second chapter of my story, The Immortal Rose. It's much more interesting than the first and you'll love it.<br />Maya is my OC<br />FFVII characters belong to Square Enix. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ "Ren! Let's play a game." she grinned as she held his hand. "Which game do you want to play?" he asked. "Anything you want." she smiled. "Then let's chase each other. I'll go first and if I catch you before you reach the statue, you'll lose."<br />"Fair enough." she chuckled, eyes shining and full of happiness.<br /><br />                              *************************<br /><br />Maya openned her eyes and realized that it was only a dream. She held on to her pillow as it started to get wet by her burning tears. She cried as loud as she could since nobody could hear her, her trembling voice filling her empty house with pain and grief.<br />No one could hear her scr ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/f/2013/167/7/7/the_immortal_rose_ch_2_by_ffvii_caius-d69a6kf.jpg" height="245" width="300"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/150/f/2013/167/7/7/the_immortal_rose_ch_2_by_ffvii_caius-d69a6kf.jpg" height="123" width="150"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ The second chapter of my story, The Immortal Rose. It's much more interesting than the first and you'll love it.<br />Maya is my OC<br />FFVII characters belong to Square Enix.<br /><div><img src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/150/f/2013/167/7/7/the_immortal_rose_ch_2_by_ffvii_caius-d69a6kf.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Tales of Colt Joe Chapter 2: Problems with Ponies</title>
                <link>http://josephhatake19.deviantart.com/art/Tales-of-Colt-Joe-Chapter-2-Problems-with-Ponies-378387280</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 09:00:36 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Tales of Colt Joe Chapter 2: Problems with Ponies</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">JosephHatake19</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/j/o/josephhatake19.jpg?6</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://josephhatake19.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~JosephHatake19</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I know this i bad and I feel bad but I just wanted it done!<br /><br /> So yeah we introduce a new character in this and reveal new problems with Inkwell<br /><br /> try to enjoy!<br /><br /> MLP copyright of Hasbro ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ "Grr..not right now.."<br /><br />The brown colt groans as the sun peaks through the window,waking him from his slumber. "Meh..I could almost hate Celestia for rising the sun if I didn't need to wake up..." He said with tired tone.In no rush,the colt slowly got up off of the floor he slept on,stretching and yawning as he got off from the floor. "I wonder if my mom slept better?" He said walking toward the other room.Just as he took a step into the room he was greeted with a sudden...<br /><br />"SURPRISE!!"<br /><br />Inkwell felt his heart jump out of his chest as he locked eyes with a pink mare,her smiles was wide.He backed up a little and let out a confused, "Uhh.." Th ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I know this i bad and I feel bad but I just wanted it done!<br /><br /> So yeah we introduce a new character in this and reveal new problems with Inkwell<br /><br /> try to enjoy!<br /><br /> MLP copyright of Hasbro ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>character backstory...kinda..</title>
                <link>http://sonicandfriends100.deviantart.com/art/character-backstory-kinda-378349754</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 04:49:43 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">character backstory...kinda..</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">sonicandfriends100</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://sonicandfriends100.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~sonicandfriends100</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ slowly working on a story plot you`ll see how the characters slot into place sort of ...um more will be writen either later today or tomorrow at some point..<br /><br />the magician and other characters- me ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ For a magician life is hard enough without the Magician Removal Society (MRS) on your back.Magicians tend to live in city`s or in the middle of nowhere to avoid this group of people. Laurence a magician with great skill lives in a city one day whilst being chased through alley ways by members of the MRS he gets pulled into another alley way by a complete stranger, the stranger then takes Laurence to his house which to Laurence's surprise is a mansion the stranger walks up to the path of the mansion and invites Laurence in and sits at a table whilst the magician sits opposite him.The stranger who was a middle aged man  clears his throat and be ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ slowly working on a story plot you`ll see how the characters slot into place sort of ...um more will be writen either later today or tomorrow at some point..<br /><br />the magician and other characters- me ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The shortest rant you will hear from me.</title>
                <link>http://creep-ella.deviantart.com/art/The-shortest-rant-you-will-hear-from-me-378313992</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 23:29:52 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The shortest rant you will hear from me.</media:title>
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                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Creep-Ella</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://creep-ella.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Creep-Ella</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[  ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ the world fucking hates me.<br />i have been trying to upload this commission but it just won't work. and then as soon as i think it'll work it comes out lookin like a peice of bullshit.<br />so i go on ahead and re-do it but at soon as i finish a storm happens. and guess what, my power goes out for a split second and my computer dies.<br />BUT<br />i was able to press save before it shut down. and you know what. i open my computer up, and try to open it. and it says they could not recover the gif....do you know how pissed i am right now?<br />i don't know the time our clocks are wrong, i spent like 3 days workin on this one image that has been done and only wants to ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Smile</title>
                <link>http://rj1359.deviantart.com/art/Smile-378295598</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 21:16:31 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Smile</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">RJ1359</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://rj1359.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~RJ1359</media:copyright>             <creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/</creativeCommons:license>
                <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Yet another thing I wrote that someone said I should post.<br /><br />This one could have an "Unreliable Narrator" warning, since who knows what the hell goes on in a sleep-deprived brain? You start seeing things. You start imagining things. My grandma may be a little too superstitious, and it may be rubbing off on me, but it's still pretty weird.<br /><br />Other than being unreliable, it's just a retelling of a conversation I had with my grandma, and the monster I used to think lived in my closet. <br /><br />He has a name. I just don't think I should tell you guys. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I used to have a monster in my closet.Every child used to believe that at some point. Creatures in the dark, monsters in the closet, monsters under the bed. In my case, there was a creature who opened my closet door every night and went back in the morning because he hated the sun. I drew him a few times, in a childish scrawl; a quadrupedal beast with four slanted red-violet eyes, panther ears and claws, rough-ragged wolf fur over blackened snake scales and a whiplike, leathery tail. His lips were always pulled back in a gruesome smile full of sharpened teeth, but he was mine. He was my monster and my guardian angel.When I was six, I used to  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Yet another thing I wrote that someone said I should post.<br /><br />This one could have an "Unreliable Narrator" warning, since who knows what the hell goes on in a sleep-deprived brain? You start seeing things. You start imagining things. My grandma may be a little too superstitious, and it may be rubbing off on me, but it's still pretty weird.<br /><br />Other than being unreliable, it's just a retelling of a conversation I had with my grandma, and the monster I used to think lived in my closet. <br /><br />He has a name. I just don't think I should tell you guys. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Jumbee</title>
                <link>http://rj1359.deviantart.com/art/Jumbee-378294865</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 21:12:03 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Jumbee</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">RJ1359</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://rj1359.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~RJ1359</media:copyright>             <creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/</creativeCommons:license>
                <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Well, I posted this on a forum and someone told me I should make it known that I wrote it, rather than copy-pasted it. Dunno, figured putting it on dA would work. Though it's a day late.<br /><br />Not sure if this counts as fiction or non-fiction, since it's just a retelling of something that happened to me before. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ My grandma always talked about supernatural things. "Don't turn your back on a mirror," she'd say. "Be careful in dark rooms," she'd warn. "Always knock before entering a room. Always apologize to the ghosts."Stuff like that, ever since I was six. Stuff that made me a little scared, had me running out of the bathroom and into my bed to hide under the covers. Sometimes I would swear I saw shadowy figures that looked like tall men wearing hats, or blobs with too many eyes to be natural. And my grandma, my fantastic, amazing grandma, never told me they weren't real. She would yell at them to quiet down and go to sleep, or stop wearing hats in he ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Well, I posted this on a forum and someone told me I should make it known that I wrote it, rather than copy-pasted it. Dunno, figured putting it on dA would work. Though it's a day late.<br /><br />Not sure if this counts as fiction or non-fiction, since it's just a retelling of something that happened to me before. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Sight</title>
                <link>http://voiceless-song.deviantart.com/art/Sight-378253514</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 17:54:53 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Sight</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">voiceless-song</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/v/o/voiceless-song.jpg?2</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://voiceless-song.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~voiceless-song</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Submission for :icon SixWordStories: Versicolor Project: prompt 'Saffron' ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Stood on books<br /><br />Looking out<br /><br />. . . . . Found . . . . . ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Submission for :icon SixWordStories: Versicolor Project: prompt 'Saffron' ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Roleplays: Let's get them straight.</title>
                <link>http://azuredragonneko.deviantart.com/art/Roleplays-Let-s-get-them-straight-378244907</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://azuredragonneko.deviantart.com/art/Roleplays-Let-s-get-them-straight-378244907</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 16:58:03 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Roleplays: Let's get them straight.</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">AzureDragonNeko</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/z/azuredragonneko.jpg?12</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://azuredragonneko.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~AzureDragonNeko</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[  ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Alright, so I'm trying to organize my RPs because I'm really messy. So, if I owe anyone a starter/response, can you please kick my ass into gear with a comment? Thank you. uwu ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>A Bedtime Story</title>
                <link>http://thegingerbunny.deviantart.com/art/A-Bedtime-Story-378240224</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 16:22:48 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">A Bedtime Story</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">TheGingerBunny</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/t/h/thegingerbunny.jpg?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://thegingerbunny.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~TheGingerBunny</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[  ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Once upon a time, there was a little girl with the most loving mother in the world. The little girl loved her mother more than anyone in the world. Her mother would always tell her stories; stories of magic and faeries and elves. The little girl loved these stories. Every night the little girl's mother would tell her child stories of magical beings and nymphs that lived in the forests or the rivers. When she was finished telling a story, the little girl would beg for another, and unlike most mothers who would tell their child it was time for bed, this mother would tell her little girl stories until she finally fell asleep.<br /><br />The little girl be ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Mother -1: Chapter 11 - Hamburgers</title>
                <link>http://husyada.deviantart.com/art/Mother-1-Chapter-11-Hamburgers-378209789</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://husyada.deviantart.com/art/Mother-1-Chapter-11-Hamburgers-378209789</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 14:00:40 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Mother -1: Chapter 11 - Hamburgers</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">HusYada</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/h/u/husyada.png?2</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://husyada.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~HusYada</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Mother -1: Chapter 11 - Hamburgers<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Next Chapter - <b>NOPE!</b><br /><br />Read Here - <a href="http://husyada.deviantart.com/gallery/40761152">[link]</a><br /><br />Join the Group! - <a href="http://mother-1fiction.deviantart.com/">[link]</a><br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Chapter 11 &ndash; Hamburgers<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />                           NINTEN! NINTEN! NINTEN! IT&rsquo;S UIEEGG!<br />Don&rsquo;t worry about Giegue at the moment! Right now what I need you to do, is to gather the eight melodies immediately! I&rsquo;ll take on Giegue in the meantime! Please Ninten, You and George are our only hope!<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Ninten then woke up from the long hard fall from the space ship. The sun finally arrived; the sky was flooded with cerulean, the green field smiled  ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/166/7/6/mother__1__chapter_11___hamburgers_by_husyada-d696cjh.png" height="125" width="250"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/150/f/2013/166/7/6/mother__1__chapter_11___hamburgers_by_husyada-d696cjh.png" height="75" width="150"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Mother -1: Chapter 11 - Hamburgers<br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Next Chapter - <b>NOPE!</b><br /><br />Read Here - <a href="http://husyada.deviantart.com/gallery/40761152">[link]</a><br /><br />Join the Group! - <a href="http://mother-1fiction.deviantart.com/">[link]</a><br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><div><img src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/150/f/2013/166/7/6/mother__1__chapter_11___hamburgers_by_husyada-d696cjh.png" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>new mod?</title>
                <link>http://minecraftendergirl.deviantart.com/art/new-mod-378207643</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 13:49:41 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">new mod?</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">minecraftendergirl</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/m/i/minecraftendergirl.jpg?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://minecraftendergirl.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~minecraftendergirl</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ this is my new mod that I just came up with...<br />OH! btw you get every single food that an american girl (me) can dream of. I can dream up a lot of food. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I just came up with a new mod that i want to tell everybody about, and this is how I wanted to do it. GET OVER IT!<br />I don't know what it's called, but it's basically a mod that adds everything that you would have in a typical American home. you can make new items and stuff, (but they would only exist in that mod on the account that you are using) with a little thing on the crafting table. i'm not sure how it would all work, so comment if you have any ideas on how it would work.<br />(this will be a journal entry as well if you want to comment there) ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ this is my new mod that I just came up with...<br />OH! btw you get every single food that an american girl (me) can dream of. I can dream up a lot of food. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Graykit and Goldenkit</title>
                <link>http://strandedflower.deviantart.com/art/Graykit-and-Goldenkit-378205766</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 13:42:43 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Graykit and Goldenkit</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">strandedflower</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/t/strandedflower.jpg?15</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://strandedflower.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~strandedflower</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Rp with =<a class="u" href="http://brightwolf1.deviantart.com">BrightWolf1</a> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Graykit was sleeping in the nursery, he wasn't in the brightest of moods a kit could be in at the time...The small gray kitten yawned as he opened his blue eyes and glazed outside, seeing the older cats doing their busy daily lives.<br /><br />Goldenkit bounced around the nursery, looking for someone to play with. Spotting a bundle of grey he hopped over, "Hi Greykit!" He mewed happily.<br /><br />"Ugh." Graykit groaned and lifted his head, seeing his demmate, Goldenkit. "What do /you/ want?" Graykit hissed at Goldenkit. The tom's tail lashed.<br /><br />Goldenkit smiled, "wanna play with me Greykit!" He purred, bouncing around the Tom-kit. Hearing the Tom hiss made him b ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Rp with =<a class="u" href="http://brightwolf1.deviantart.com">BrightWolf1</a> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>My Own Worst Enemy</title>
                <link>http://magicaljoey.deviantart.com/art/My-Own-Worst-Enemy-378193274</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 12:55:38 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">My Own Worst Enemy</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">MagicalJoey</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/m/a/magicaljoey.jpg?2</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://magicaljoey.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 `MagicalJoey</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ For the "My Own Worst Enemy" contest hosted by <a target="_self" href="http://pisatielnitsa.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/p/i/pisatielnitsa.png?15" alt=":iconpisatielnitsa:" title="pisatielnitsa" /></a>=<a class="u" href="http://pisatielnitsa.deviantart.com">pisatielnitsa</a><br />Information found here: <a href="http://pisatielnitsa.deviantart.com/journal/My-Own-Worst-Enemy-365452763">[link]</a><br />Theme/Enemy: Perfection in English/Grammar Nazism <br /><br /><sub>Preview picture manipulated via two images found on Google.</sub> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ My Own Worst Enemy<br />15-6-13<br /><br />My mind, though apparently whole, is separated into two parts. There is the part that everybody knows &ndash; the one that lives in my head daily, deals with the depression and the way I view the world. That part is learning to accept that things can&rsquo;t be perfect- that I can&rsquo;t be perfect &ndash; that others can&rsquo;t be perfect. The other part, well, it is mainly dormant...but when it rears its head of perfectionism then I mutate from a loveable friend into a school ma&rsquo;am with the coldness of Miss Trunchbull from Roald Dahl&rsquo;s Matilda.<br /><br />Proofreaders and editors have jobs to do &ndash; I kno ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/f/2013/166/7/f/my_own_worst_enemy_by_magicaljoey-d695zsq.jpg" height="422" width="300"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/150/f/2013/166/7/f/my_own_worst_enemy_by_magicaljoey-d695zsq.jpg" height="150" width="107"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ For the "My Own Worst Enemy" contest hosted by <a target="_self" href="http://pisatielnitsa.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/p/i/pisatielnitsa.png?15" alt=":iconpisatielnitsa:" title="pisatielnitsa" /></a>=<a class="u" href="http://pisatielnitsa.deviantart.com">pisatielnitsa</a><br />Information found here: <a href="http://pisatielnitsa.deviantart.com/journal/My-Own-Worst-Enemy-365452763">[link]</a><br />Theme/Enemy: Perfection in English/Grammar Nazism <br /><br /><sub>Preview picture manipulated via two images found on Google.</sub><br /><div><img src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/150/f/2013/166/7/f/my_own_worst_enemy_by_magicaljoey-d695zsq.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>My Life, My Choice</title>
                <link>http://kawaiijunk.deviantart.com/art/My-Life-My-Choice-378065805</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://kawaiijunk.deviantart.com/art/My-Life-My-Choice-378065805</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 10:55:46 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">My Life, My Choice</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">KawaiiJunk</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/k/a/kawaiijunk.jpg?3</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://kawaiijunk.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~KawaiiJunk</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Yup. My mom and I butted heads again with her whole, 'I'm the parent, I get to decide' bullshit. I'm not your little girl anymore, in fact, don't even call me a girl! Just because she doesn't understand what I am doesn't mean she gets to look down at me. All I see in her eyes is pity; for not 'fitting in', for not being 'girly', for not following the treaded path. She already has one feminine daughter, so I think she can live without another, and I wish she would stop acting like I should just give up my gender identity so I can conform to her standards better. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Being a minor doesn't mean you have full control of my body. I do. When I choose to walk down the stairs, that's my choice. Not yours. You can talk about how it's your house all you want, but walking down those stairs was still my choice. If you had control I wouldn't be writing this, would I? So don't tell me that I can choose when I'm 18, 'cause I'm choosing now. I could shave my head, pierce my tongue, and I'm the one who would face the consequences, not you. It's my life and I'll do what I want with it, dammit! 'Cause when you really get down to business, it's me making those decisions, and I don't care if the law recognizes it or not, be ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Yup. My mom and I butted heads again with her whole, 'I'm the parent, I get to decide' bullshit. I'm not your little girl anymore, in fact, don't even call me a girl! Just because she doesn't understand what I am doesn't mean she gets to look down at me. All I see in her eyes is pity; for not 'fitting in', for not being 'girly', for not following the treaded path. She already has one feminine daughter, so I think she can live without another, and I wish she would stop acting like I should just give up my gender identity so I can conform to her standards better. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Saffron: Attempt two
~Threads </title>
                <link>http://halonott.deviantart.com/art/Saffron-Attempt-two-Threads-378150136</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 09:20:08 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Saffron: Attempt two
~Threads </media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">HaloNott</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/h/a/halonott.png?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://halonott.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~HaloNott</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Saffron the herb, the colour and the power.<br />Submission for <a target="_self" href="http://sixwordstories.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/i/sixwordstories.jpg?5" alt=":iconsixwordstories:" title="SixWordStories" /></a> Saffron<br />This one is a story, right? right? ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Saffron: Attempt two<br />~Threads of Trinity savour Amber&rsquo;s bonfire~ ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Saffron the herb, the colour and the power.<br />Submission for <a target="_self" href="http://sixwordstories.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/i/sixwordstories.jpg?5" alt=":iconsixwordstories:" title="SixWordStories" /></a> Saffron<br />This one is a story, right? right? ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Summer</title>
                <link>http://echolalic-ellie.deviantart.com/art/Summer-378117523</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://echolalic-ellie.deviantart.com/art/Summer-378117523</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 05:53:38 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Summer</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Echolalic-Ellie</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/e/c/echolalic-ellie.jpg?2</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://echolalic-ellie.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 *Echolalic-Ellie</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sub>I would appreciate any thoughts or opinions you may have.</sub> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Ellie,<br /><br />Summer is coming, you feel it in six year old bones sheltered beneath skin paled by flourescent lights and dusty shelves. She will call to you and attempt to lure you in with the promise of dry, dusty heat cooled by southern breezes; but you, so unlike your boisterous siblings, will dig in your heels and bury yourself deeper within tales with boundaries set in ink.<br /><br />You will watch the seasons play out on your mothers face, placed there by the iron fists of your step father. Pink will turn to red, red to purple, purple to black, black to yellow and blue will hide beneath the surface; a kaleidoscope of colour that will turn your stomach ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sub>I would appreciate any thoughts or opinions you may have.</sub> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>(ugly smiles)</title>
                <link>http://maimtorturekill.deviantart.com/art/ugly-smiles-378061463</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 21:42:32 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">(ugly smiles)</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">maimtorturekill</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/m/a/maimtorturekill.jpg</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://maimtorturekill.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~maimtorturekill</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[  ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ i wanted to cut the eye out.<br /><br />i dragged that razor up and down my face three times blinking blood and peeling strips of sliced cheek fine as cat hairs out of my eyelashes but still, when i looked into the mirror there was that goddamn green eye staring back at me, laughing at me through strings of plasma clotting over my cornea.<br /><br />i wanted to cut the eye out.<br /><br />i needed to do it but i couldn&rsquo;t.<br /><br />i walked around with those angry red wounds bisecting my skull for weeks, and i remember thinking whenever i passed a mirror or a window and my reflection wavered back at me how surprised i was that i could be uglier than i had been, and i was pro ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>My Experince with Something Odd</title>
                <link>http://belleofbrightside97.deviantart.com/art/My-Experince-with-Something-Odd-378049899</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 20:33:05 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">My Experince with Something Odd</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">belleofbrightside97</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/b/e/belleofbrightside97.gif?12</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://belleofbrightside97.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~belleofbrightside97</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Just felt like putting it on here just now. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ My Experience with Something Odd<br /><br />Real experience, and I happen to have a witness.<br /><br /> I was at a friend's house out in the everlasting woods, and we were just hanging out. We started to hear foot steps, and I was freaking out; I'm sure she was too, but she didn't show it. She said it was just a squirrel, but I know footsteps when I hear them. Soon we could hear they were right behind us. We freaked so much that we started running back home. We made it, stayed there for a while, INSIDE, then I told her twin brother, who isn't the brightest bulb and is quite stubborn. He's like pfft... and I'm like O_o So on the the same day, we feel a little be ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Just felt like putting it on here just now. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Poor Boy...</title>
                <link>http://artproducer95.deviantart.com/art/Poor-Boy-377974054</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://artproducer95.deviantart.com/art/Poor-Boy-377974054</guid>
                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 17:51:37 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Poor Boy...</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Stories &amp; Vignettes">literature/prose/nonfiction/general/stories</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ArtProducer95</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://artproducer95.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~ArtProducer95</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ 5/14/2013 Random~ title~ XD I felt angsty and had a scene hanging in my head, so I wrote it out XD Almost want to make a story off of it... but... I dunno XD I have 2-3 too many as it is |3 lol<br /><br />Hope you all enjoy this angsty short story ^_^<br /><br />Story and characters © Katie R. (Me) ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ A young girl around the age of 18, red colored hair and blue eyes was in a hospital, just checked on a friend of hers and happy to see them getting better. "Ok, thank you." she nodded kindly to the person at the desk and started to walk off, but stopped as she heard panting coming from a closet. She blinked and blushed, but then narrowed her eyebrows, as it didn't sound like a pleasurable panting, but a pained panting.<br /><br />She looked around, then started to open the closet door. "Hello?" she asked, but the pained, shaky panting continued and no answer. It was dark, she couldn't see, so she searched for a light and found herself walking in furthe ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ 5/14/2013 Random~ title~ XD I felt angsty and had a scene hanging in my head, so I wrote it out XD Almost want to make a story off of it... but... I dunno XD I have 2-3 too many as it is |3 lol<br /><br />Hope you all enjoy this angsty short story ^_^<br /><br />Story and characters © Katie R. (Me) ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>SpainxReader~ A Unique You</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 17:13:13 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">SpainxReader~ A Unique You</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Delllonggone</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://delllonggone.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~Delllonggone</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ CRAPPPP. THIS IS CRAPPP... All I write is crap... I can't... ugh.. why... <br /><br />I do not own Hetalia. Or You. Luckily, Spain owns you. Lucky. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ SpainxReader<br /><br />You were looking down at the ground, music blaring in your eardrums and people walking briskly around you. They were all rushing around trying to get home before a major storm hit. But you didn&rsquo;t care. Your house wasn&rsquo;t too far away, but it felt like you would get there all too soon.<br /><br />Life for you was interesting. Well, interesting was a bad way to put it. Your family was pretty stable, and you were content in life&hellip; but you were content. You weren&rsquo;t happy because nothing in your life seemed to fit you. You liked anime, manga and a lot of foreign things&hellip; but the people around you didn&rsquo;t appre ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ CRAPPPP. THIS IS CRAPPP... All I write is crap... I can't... ugh.. why... <br /><br />I do not own Hetalia. Or You. Luckily, Spain owns you. Lucky. ]]></description>            </item>
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