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  <title>Comments on 'Riding a Car with Axes'</title>
  <subtitle>We were a few miles from my house when she began staring at me in the rear view mirror. _What is she looking at? Why won't she say anything?_

I stared back, remaining silent. Remember, I'm not in the car, I'm outside the car. Okay, physically I&#8217;m inside the car, but really I&#8217;m outside the car. I continue to get nervous as she turns right down a dark road instead of left toward my house. I was about to ask her what she was doing, but then we hit a speed bump and I flew off the back seat, hitting my head on the ceiling of her Honda. Ouch! A Honda headache.

Anyway, she smiled at me as she increased speed. Something was eerily wrong. _At the next red light or stop sign I'm going to jump out._ 

&amp;quot;Where are you going?&amp;quot; I finally asked her. &amp;quot;I thought you were taking me home.&amp;quot;

She said nothing. I noticed a red light up ahead so I prepared to make a break for it. _This chick is nuts._ The car stopped. But before I could exit the back seat, she locked the doors on me. I then saw an axe in the front seat.</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-12-20T04:39:58Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Riding a Car with Axes</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sorry for the gruesome sequel&amp;#8230;must have been something I ate. I thought of the title first, using the word &amp;#8220;axes&amp;#8221; instead of &amp;#8220;exes&amp;#8221;. Then I wrote the ficlet to match my title. I know&amp;#8230;it was dumb. But that&amp;#8217;s the way of the Ficlet.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-12-20T04:39:58Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>MRay</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Riding a Car with Axes</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;That is a horrible continuation of my story.  I don&amp;#8217;t want to be killed by an axe!  And in all fairness, axe or no axe, I could have taken-&lt;del&gt;just a drama chick.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that was a great, dark turn to my story.  I love that it went a completely different direction than what I had been thinking&lt;/del&gt;-the true beauty of ficlets!  Awesomeness!  And, of course, nicely written, even staying close to the original style.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/16220?basename=29141</id>
    <published>2007-12-18T22:09:14Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Riding a Car with Axes</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;ha ha, a Honda headache. Nice addition to the story.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-12-18T04:16:17Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Tad Winslow</name>
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