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  <title>Cat the Dancing Mouse's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>I am: 
1. a totally arty/quirky nut thats had her taste of a fairytale love story and is ready for the book to shut. 

2. an actress that is in love with her campies, dark chocolate, and scrubs. 

3. a deservedly straight A student that belongs to stage. 

4. a ficleteer that really wants you to read her best rated pieces that she wrote and enter her both of her contests. (please?!?!)

5. just another girl in love with Juno, homeskillet.

6. a stunning brunette and a twice over triple threat who loves a stimulating conversation with another intellectual. 

Please please please PLEASE submit comments if you read. My Ficlets aren't very long (well...most aren't). Please read all of my work, if you get a chance or have the slightest will. Or even some of it. And please enter my contest about pen names. Also, if you feel like it add me :). Oh! And I absolutely love getting notes!

P.S. My experience with a sweetheart almost ruined my life. Currently, he's into the &amp;quot;omg she's such a bitch phase,&amp;quot; for those following the mass break-up story. </subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-19T00:36:00Z</updated>
  <id>http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/anonymousmouse</id>
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  <link rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5/" title="Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.5 License"/>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Cat the Dancing Mouse's &amp;quot;Philosophical Exploration of the Pen name..&amp;quot;Contest: And the winner is...</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/28030"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;After freakishly long decision making period, I am going to have to choose a winner. I must congratulate you all for entertaining me, if no one else. &lt;br /&gt;Your pen name explorations have been so captivating and interesting. You have shocked and appauled us, every one. But I&amp;#8217;ll have to go by who shocked me the must. Who truly, truly suprised me in absolutely every manner&amp;#8230;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love your pen name, especially that you can be misconcepted as a boy, without making the misguided individual realize their mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;You were all so wonderful. And I&amp;#8217;m sorry it took so long..Laziness :)&lt;br /&gt;-Cat the Dancing Mouse&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/28030</id>
    <published>2008-04-19T18:56:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-19T00:36:00Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">A Love Letter To My Fellow Ficleteers..Two Months Later</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/22024"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Dearest You Once Again,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Throughout the doldrums of the idiocy of my society, and those of others, surrounded by philistine influences and stresses, I wish to thank you, once again, for allowing a breath of fresh air to enter my closed window. Your thoughts and words have inspired me, and everyone else, to broaden horizons and expand on old thoughts. Furthermore, I applaud you for taking the time and effort to consistently do so. Even on such days when you are feeling uninspired and dull, post a comment; give a compliment; make someone else&amp;#8217;s day. The countless comments I have received bring even harder to track smiles. Such a smile might lead to helping another, or doing something kind. &lt;br /&gt;So, happy February (or Febuary depending on where you are) my Fellow Ficleteers. Hands on keyboard; ideas set winding; write to change the world.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;When life gives you lemons, don&amp;#8217;t make lemonade. Sell them.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Best Regards and the most temporate of wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Cat the Dancing Mouse (CTDM)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/22024</id>
    <published>2008-02-22T02:25:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T17:54:47Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Malificent: Notorious Villainess Unmasked</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21899"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sheets of rain poured down, attacking my travel-weary fragility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why on mountains? Why always on top of mountains?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my shakey hand preparing to knock on the looming door. While summoning up the courage, I examined the incrypted door.&lt;br /&gt;I knocked.&lt;br /&gt;The small impact echoed, as the door creaked open. &lt;br /&gt;I peered inside. Walking in, I found myself in a dark hall. Cobwebs and foreign organisms lay strewn across the dusty floor.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Are you going to shut that?&amp;#8221; A voice send from behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Spinning around, I saw the dark, haunting beauty staring me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Well, what do you want?&amp;#8221; She continued. &amp;#8220;Are you another reporter? Are you someone from &lt;em&gt;Disney?&lt;/em&gt; I payed my dues, darnit. I have enough shame, thanks to &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; damn franchise. I didn&amp;#8217;t make her prick her damn finger. I swear, that Aurora was so clumsy. &amp;#8216;Knew it would hurt her someday..but no. Let&amp;#8217;s blame evil Malificent. Beautiful Princess Aurora is faultless. But Malificent: She cast a spell on that merchant&amp;#8217;s son&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21899</id>
    <published>2008-02-21T01:50:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T16:00:36Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Stovochallenge 2 (CTDM's)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21897"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I have a few questions&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Why is the certain guy at Starbucks so very inspirational? (Don&amp;#8217;t get it? Taylor the Latte Boy&amp;#8230;)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;If life is so fair, then why do roses have thorns?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;If  DDL  is  DDD , or 3D, how can Julie still be Julie without being Judie?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21897</id>
    <published>2008-02-21T01:35:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T08:30:09Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Six word memoir challenge</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21866"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;But my smile stays the same.&lt;br /&gt;.....................................&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21866</id>
    <published>2008-02-20T20:49:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T08:17:14Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Infinitive Ways To Creep People Out in an Elevator...Continued</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21865"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;14. When there&amp;#8217;s only one other person in the&lt;br /&gt;elevator, tap them on the shoulder, then pretend it&lt;br /&gt;wasn&amp;#8217;t you.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;15. Push the buttons and pretend they give you a&lt;br /&gt;shock. Smile, and go back for more.&lt;br /&gt;16. Ask if you can push the button for other people&lt;br /&gt;but push the wrong ones.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;17. Hold the doors open and say you&amp;#8217;re waiting for&lt;br /&gt;your friend. After a while, let the doors close and&lt;br /&gt;say &amp;#8220;Hi Greg, How&amp;#8217;s your day been?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;18. Drop a pen and wail until someone reaches to help&lt;br /&gt;pick it up, then scream: &amp;#8220;That&amp;#8217;s mine!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;19. Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in&lt;br /&gt;the lift.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;20. Pretend you&amp;#8217;re a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the Passengers.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;21. Swat at flies that don&amp;#8217;t exist.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;22. Call out &amp;#8220;Group hug&amp;#8221; then enforce it.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;23. Listen to your iPod and start randomly singing parts of the song awfully.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;24. Cross your hands around your chest and face the wall so that it looks like you are making out with someone.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Hope you got a good laugh! Sequel, if you wish.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21865</id>
    <published>2008-02-20T20:45:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T04:30:35Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Infinitive Ways To Creep People Out in an Elevator</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21863"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. Crack open your briefcase or handbag, peer Inside and ask &amp;#8220;Got enough air in there?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2. Stand silent and motionless in the corner facing&lt;br /&gt;the wall without getting off.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3. When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act as if you&amp;#8217;re embarrassed when they open themselves.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4. Greet everyone with a warm handshake and ask him or&lt;br /&gt;her to call you Mr. Brightside.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5. Meow occasionally.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;6. Stare at another passenger for a while. Then announce in horror: &amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;re one of  THEM &amp;#8221; &amp;#8211; and back away slowly.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;7. Say -DING at each floor.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;8. Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;10. Stare, evily grinning at another passenger for a while,&lt;br /&gt;then announce: &amp;#8220;I have new socks on.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;11. When the elevator is silent, look around and ask:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Is that your beeper?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;12. Order a pizza on the emergency phone.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;13. Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and&lt;br /&gt;announce to the other passengers: &amp;#8220;This is my personal&lt;br /&gt;space.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21863</id>
    <published>2008-02-20T20:41:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T04:34:14Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Ways to get kicked out of Wallmart</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/19711"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. Grab a speaker phone and stand on the check out station and scream: &amp;#8220;LUKE,  I AM YOUR FATHER !&amp;#8221; Then start singing the Barney song. When the staff asks you to come down, shriek (in a british accent): &amp;#8220;BLOODY  MURDER !&amp;#8221; and jump down. Then start running around the store tearing things off the shelves.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2. Walk into wallmart with a sign that says Down With Walls and scream &amp;#8220;WALLS  ARE PATHETIC ! BOO! K&amp;#8217;S  ARE BETTER !&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3. Walk into wallmart dressed as a starwars character that isnt your gender, and start acting out parts of it. Then, ask employees to do awkward tasks as part of the plot. &amp;#8220;For the sake of theatre.&amp;#8221; (Why am I thinking of Star Wars Today? 0.o)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4. Crawl around the store. Slowly.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5. Start doing ancient australian war dances. That&amp;#8217;ll scare &amp;#8216;em.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Sequel and write your own!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/19711</id>
    <published>2008-01-31T02:01:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-02T16:30:23Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">A Long Stream of Continuation (2.4.1)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/18165"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The Barney song: &amp;#8220;I love you, you love me.&amp;#8221; was heard everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/18165</id>
    <published>2008-01-11T20:37:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-23T00:37:33Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">A Long Stream of Continuation (2.4)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/18104"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It was all over. She had decided to pull the trigger. Click&amp;#8230;..&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/18104</id>
    <published>2008-01-11T00:53:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-23T00:37:10Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Temporary Apology (cont.)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/17999"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;(cont. from prequel)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So maybe in a year or two,&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll be the one wanting you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8216;Cus with a bit of confidence&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;No&amp;#8221; would be the past tense.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So in a while I won&amp;#8217;t be sorry,&lt;br /&gt;Because then you&amp;#8217;ll see&lt;br /&gt;There&amp;#8217;s no one for you better than me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8216;Cus baby, I&amp;#8217;m out there.&lt;br /&gt;I dress to make people stare&lt;br /&gt;And then it will be totally fair&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8216;Cus you&amp;#8217;ll be out of the main stream&lt;br /&gt;And wild enough to date a Drama Queen.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/17999</id>
    <published>2008-01-09T21:01:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-07T15:28:34Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Temporary Apology</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/17998"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sometimes it&amp;#8217;s like there&amp;#8217;s a storm cloud over head&lt;br /&gt;Like waking up on the wrong side of bed&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I seriously think I&amp;#8217;m going insane&lt;br /&gt;But hey, its just another day&lt;br /&gt;Livin&amp;#8217; life the crazy way.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So in a way I&amp;#8217;m sorry,&lt;br /&gt;But right now you see&lt;br /&gt;There&amp;#8217;s a better girl for you then me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8216;Cus baby I&amp;#8217;m out there&lt;br /&gt;I dress to make people stare,&lt;br /&gt;And I know it&amp;#8217;s not fair,&lt;br /&gt;But you&amp;#8217;re just too main stream&lt;br /&gt;To date a smart-mouthed Drama Queen.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Your foots&amp;#8217; stuck in the door,&lt;br /&gt;And you want acceptance a little more,&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, for what?&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid friends and a few shallow sluts?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So in a way I&amp;#8217;m sorry,&lt;br /&gt;But right now you see&lt;br /&gt;There&amp;#8217;s a better girl for you then me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8216;Cus baby I&amp;#8217;m out there&lt;br /&gt;I dress to make people stare,&lt;br /&gt;And I know it&amp;#8217;s not fair,&lt;br /&gt;But you&amp;#8217;re just too main stream&lt;br /&gt;To date a smart-mouthed Drama Queen.&lt;br /&gt;(cont. on sequel)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/17998</id>
    <published>2008-01-09T21:00:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-07T11:33:55Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">A Long Stream of Continuation (1)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/17927"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Her lip began to quiver. It was worse than she thought possible.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/17927</id>
    <published>2008-01-08T23:32:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-23T00:39:18Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">A Long Stream of Continuation: Prologue and Rules To A New Contest</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/17926"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Well, sadly the shortest ficlet contest has come to it&amp;#8217;s conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to continue the fun.&lt;br /&gt;Here&amp;#8217;s the basic drift: Write a 64 character continuation of the sequel of this, (actually, this&amp;#8217; sequel) called A Long Stream of Continuation (# here). You can either add to the most recent entry, or to any of the others. Confused? Here&amp;#8217;s an example.&lt;br /&gt;Lets say that you wanted to sequel the 3 ficlet, and someone had already sequeled it.&lt;br /&gt;You would label yours 3.2.&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions, send me a note! &lt;br /&gt;Be as creative as you would like&amp;#8230;And, if you wish, be comedical.&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;Note to  THX : No, It has to be 64 actual letters, numbers, spaces, or objects of punctuation. &lt;br /&gt;Please Note: I asked permission of previous contest runners if I could use this idea :)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/17926</id>
    <published>2008-01-08T23:31:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-23T00:35:46Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Treacherous Turmiol: The One Glorifying Experience</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/17865"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;del&gt;Sports Games&lt;/del&gt; Required Humilation for the Intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;Rare as they may be, I consider myself quite a fine example of one of them.&lt;br /&gt;My achievements off the sports field would more than fill this snapshot of writing, so I will focus only on the treacherous turmiol of sweat and competition. The following recounting is 100% true, and an autobiographical piece.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;It was the last game of the season: the second half. This was our last chance to redeem ourselves. Fifteen minutes on the clock, 0-0&amp;#8230;&lt;br /&gt;She passed me the ball. Like a mad lion chasing its pray; I tackled each girl in my path with a skilled pull or sheer force. I was nearing the circle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my God. This is it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed it to a team mate, and flew to the far post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tweet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;FOUL!  BLUE .&amp;#8221; Shouted the ref.&lt;br /&gt;She passed to the other post. Stick down, I screamed &lt;em&gt;here!&lt;/em&gt;. She passed. I shot&amp;#8230;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, as it is my one glorifying experience, how do you think it ends?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/17865</id>
    <published>2008-01-08T00:08:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-07T11:34:15Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Cat the Dancing Mouse</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/anonymousmouse</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
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