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  <title>Blusparrow's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>HI!! =D 

*I have a challenge! DADADA!!! Lol, it is the revenge challenge for my 2000 comments milestone! Here's the link,* 
*http://ficlets.com/stories/36498*
*Please enter! It would make me a very happy person!*

*I have another challenge up too! Achieving the Top of the World Challenge for reaching 300 ficlets!*
*http://ficlets.com/stories/37648*

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Eminem and Jeff Dunnnhammm are awesome! (Hehe! OTOC)

&#8220;We suffer from hopeless romanticism, we&#8217;ll be taking donations and hey! why don&#8217;t we set up one of those walks for a cure.&#8221;
-Howhardlifeis (lol!)

I got two love bites woo!!

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I have joined LoA! =D
For my name..  Holder of the Blue Crayon of Destiny.

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_Currently_: SUMMER! I am going to Disney World in a month! =D

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*I think it would be cool if I did a romantic movie momment of the week! No one will probably read it, but hey I am a hopless romantic, I love this stuff.*

*Here it is, it is from Enchanted!!! My friends have no idea why I really really like this move, but I really like it because of the dance scene. Exspecially when he starts singing to her,*
*Robert: [singing to Giselle along with the bandleader at the ball] Now you're beside me, and look how far we've come, so far. We are so close.*
*And how can you not like a cute guy like him singing?*

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*Hey, go ahead and sequel my stuff.=D If you want to start a series note me.*

Please construtive critsim! I am a growing writer! Just don't completly slam my stories, ok?

If you add me into your list, let me know!

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*Series* I am in and *Challenges* I have set! You may see with freedom again and again, but can I say were a team!

*MY REAL FIRST SERIES!!! IT&#8217;S WITH Freedom!!* 
It has ENDED! it was fun Freedom! To Heather and Blake! Check it out, you wont be disappointed.
http://ficlets.com/stories/19460

*I am Home Series with Freedom!* 
Is done! it was fun Freedom! =D. Don't you just love love trianges....
http://ficlets.com/stories/21483#review-41972

*Linna and Dakota Series with myself.* 
Don't know where to go with this right now, I may start it back up over the summer.
http://ficlets.com/stories/23011#review-45124

*Where's Stan? Series with myself*
or if you want to sequel just go ahead. If you want to do the series with me, note me.
http://ficlets.com/stories/23094

*Island Series with Freedom! =D.* 
I can't believe it is over... weep... it was a great series!
http://ficlets.com/stories/26021

*SO NEW AND SO AWESOME! WITH NONE OTHER THAN FREEDOM! IT'S BEKA AND ZEKE!!!* 
This is something totally different from what we usually do, so check it out!
http://ficlets.com/stories/34692

*Drew and Macy with Overlooked_Merchandise!* WOOOOO! Very complicated.
http://ficlets.com/stories/26863

*MLA with Howhardlifeis and You Know You Love Mee!!!* 
The series, let me tell ya, is geting pretty packed. =)
http://ficlets.com/stories/27902

*Moving with Band Baby!*
These too love birds have to have a long distance relationship. I wonder if they can handle it..
http://ficlets.com/stories/36994


LoA (Holder of the Blue Crayon of Destiny)</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-07-20T02:08:13Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Achieving the top of the World!!! (300 Ficlet Challenge)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/37648"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;300 Ficlets! Yes! This is 301 actually! I may not have come close to some peoples 600 of 400 ficlet mark, but I do feel like an accomplished &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Thank you everyone for reading my stories and commenting on them! You guys keep me wanting to write.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I know you are probably thinking, &amp;#8220;She can&amp;#8217;t do that! She already has a challenge up.&amp;#8221; I want to do another one ok, so there!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;My challenge is dada bing! Haha, anyways, tell me a time when you felt like you were on top of the world! When for that one moment everything seemed to fall into place and perfect actually seemed to be achieved. If you don&amp;#8217;t want to share that time, just make up a fiction one, I won&amp;#8217;t get mad.  GAHHHHH ! Lol, just kidding. If you want to, you can let us know if it is fiction or not, but you don&amp;#8217;t have too. Just have fun! There is no judging needed here! It would be weird telling someone that there perfect moment was better than another person&#8217;s perfect momment. Well, start ficleting you ficletolics!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/37648</id>
    <published>2008-07-17T19:09:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-20T02:08:13Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Teenage Dictionary: For Some People that Become Confused</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/37647"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I hope people haven&amp;#8217;t already done these, but here it goes:&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;JW- just wondering. An excuse to actually telling them why you wanted to know something.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: &amp;#8220;Why did you ask me who I liked?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Jw.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Nothing- When most teenagers say that, it usually means their really is something. They either trying to tell you &amp;#8220;leave me alone I don&amp;#8217;t want to talk about it&amp;#8221; or they want you to become curious and ask more questions. Usually the first reason applies.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: &amp;#8220;What is wrong? It looks like your crying.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Nothing&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt; BBFL - best friends for life. It always gave me some sort of curse when I told someone that&amp;#8230;&lt;br /&gt;Ex: &amp;#8220;Bye  BBFL !&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Call/txt- It really means they want you to call or text message them instead of them calling you. They don&amp;#8217;t just put it on their away message for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: around the house, call/txt&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;...- either trying to be sarcastic or funny.&lt;br /&gt;Ex: &amp;#8220;Thanks a lot&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/37647</id>
    <published>2008-07-17T18:50:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-18T19:05:12Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Amazing!</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/37621"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;This is amazing!&amp;#8221; I scream at the top of my lungs. I feel the breeze on my face and the horse glides across the beach. Seth and his horse ride next to me. We head closer to the water and the horses splash on through. I laugh and so does Seth. I feel free and like a kid again. When I was little my mom would take me and I would sit on her lap for the whole ride. Sometimes she would let me hold the rains. I look out across the glistening water then at Seth. He looks at me with his green eyes. He grins then looks ahead.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I groan as the ride ends. We dismount and I kiss him. &amp;#8220;Thank you, for the amazing ride.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/37621</id>
    <published>2008-07-17T04:25:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-20T04:45:07Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">It Doesn't Matter</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/37273"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It doesn&#8217;t matter if your say you&#8217;ve changed&lt;br /&gt;And that you&#8217;ll do better now&lt;br /&gt;You need your head rearranged&lt;br /&gt;Before I even believe what that at all&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;It doesn&#8217;t matter if you give me stupid present&lt;br /&gt;Even send me one of your crappie notes&lt;br /&gt;I am not giving you any cent&lt;br /&gt;Of any caring or devotion&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;It doesn&#8217;t matter if you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;And you think we deserve another chance&lt;br /&gt;I don&#8217;t think that you will ever see&lt;br /&gt;How shallow and full of lies you really are&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;It doesn&#8217;t matter what you say or do&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I am already over you&lt;br /&gt;Go cheat on someone else&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/37273</id>
    <published>2008-07-13T23:15:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-16T03:17:54Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Time Spent</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/37269"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Time spent thinking about you: 1,000 hours&lt;br /&gt;Time spent writing stories about you: 20 hours&lt;br /&gt;Have the courage to finally call you: Timeless&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/37269</id>
    <published>2008-07-13T21:52:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-19T05:46:23Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Blind Folded</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/37125"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;So, where are we going?&amp;#8221; I ask him, know he won&#8217;t tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Hey, then it would no longer be a surprise,&amp;#8221; He grins.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;We get in his Pontiac G6 and he blind folds me.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Ooo I am so excited,&amp;#8221; I squeal happily. He laughs.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The trip seems like forever and just before I ask him how much longer it is going to take. The car stops.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Stay here,&amp;#8221; He says as he gets out of the car. I hear my door open and he grabs my hand, helping me out. We walk up what seems like a hill. When we stop walking he hugs me at the hips.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I want this to be one of the best days ever.&amp;#8221; He whispers into my ear, &amp;#8220;I wish I didn&amp;#8217;t have to move, but like I said we should make the best of the time we have left.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;With that he takes of my blind fold.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh my gosh, Seth!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/37125</id>
    <published>2008-07-12T14:34:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-20T08:56:09Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Very Angry</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/37124"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Zeke lying against a tree, searches for Beka&amp;#8217;s mind. No luck. He bangs his head on the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I hate this!&amp;#8221; He yells.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The tree sits on top of a hill high hill. You can see the Master Bill territory from there and his buildings. There Zeke decided hours ago he would wait and try to talk to her. Now, none of his ideas have worked out. Here he has time to think back on all of the time he spent with Beka. How he used to hate her. He used to &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; hate her. Now he longed for that dream flash with them by the campfire.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Zeke always went strong for what he wanted, but how could he get Beka back? He wanted to have her back on his side, but there was just no way. Even if he ever managed to get her back, she would be sent back to Bill anyway. A deal is a deal. That is the whole reason why he is angry.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Zeke?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/37124</id>
    <published>2008-07-12T14:10:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-20T08:56:40Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Try to Make the Most of It</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/37012"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;How could I do this to you?! I have no choice in this! My dad&amp;#8217;s job is moving somewhere else. Believe me, if I could stay here I would.&amp;#8221; Tears start to fill my eyes as he finishes. &lt;em&gt;What would I do without him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;We could run away together.&amp;#8221; I say suddenly. &lt;em&gt;What? Why did I say that?&lt;/em&gt; He looks at me with a concentrated face and shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;You and I both know that there is no life for us out there if we run away.&amp;#8221; &lt;em&gt;He is right. No one wants to accept a runaway girl into college.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Maybe your right,&amp;#8221; I say. He takes his thumb and wipes away my tears that are now streaming down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;We should just try to make the most of it.&amp;#8221; He sighs and kisses me lightly. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Ya,&amp;#8221; I mumble.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Later at night I lay in bed, not able to sleep. A life without Seth, I don&amp;#8217;t know if I could do. I text him,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U asleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dnt knw wht I would do without u.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/37012</id>
    <published>2008-07-11T03:43:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-20T06:45:37Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">My First Series (The Wonderful World of Ficlets): Part Two</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/36724"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Later on I did my first series. It was with freedom. For my first series that was one of the best series I have even done! I had to talk about this because I was still towards the beginning and I did not expect my first series to go well. No offense Freedom, but I did. I did not expect to turn out as good as it did!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I never expected for me to come this far on ficlets and that it would effect me in real life. I started getting really good grades for my writting in English class. Over all the wonderful world of ficlets is a grand place!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/36724</id>
    <published>2008-07-09T03:01:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-20T06:07:09Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Friends Kept me Going (The Wonderful World of Ficlets Challenge): Part One</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/36718"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;When I first saw Ficlets (7 months ago), I had no idea what to expect. I saw it from this clip on  AOL  read the ficlet. I got pretty interested. So I started up.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;When I did my first Ficlet. I just wanted to know if people would read it. Then if people commented on it the would be even better. Then none other than Someday_93 commented. So did emma jo_234 and .:Band Baby:.! I was so happy that someone actually read what I wrote and liked it! I decided to stay. I am so glad I did!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;My frist contact was Howhardlifeis! =D She started about the same time as me and we welcomed each other. Then I met Someday! For you new people you don&amp;#8217;t really know who she is, but for the older ones wasn&amp;#8217;t she the greatest? I would read her stories and feel the pain and see the story going on. Both Howhardlifeis and Someday kept me inspired and there comments encouraged me to keep writing. I met more friends for sure and you guys have been great! Without everyone I probably would of stopped coming on here long ago.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/36718</id>
    <published>2008-07-09T02:49:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-18T09:16:50Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Who to Believe?</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/36655"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;No way it was!&amp;#8221; Beka yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;It sure was. While you were trying to strip my powers, He came up with the idea!&amp;#8221; Wes said.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Beka glared at him, &amp;#8220;Well, if that is so true then why did he want to save me?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Wes took a minute to answer, &#8220;Because&amp;#8230; Because he wants to be the big hero! Ya, that&amp;#8217;s it&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Let me talk to him Wes.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Wes still didn&amp;#8217;t let go inside of her head.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Let go now!&amp;#8221; Her voice booms and sends a shock wave that brings Wes to the floor.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Ok, ok,&amp;#8221; Wes then leaves her mind. She sighs with relief.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zeke? Zeke? Can I talk to you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There you are Beka. I was really getting worried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was this all your idea?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No way. Who told you that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wes. He said you wanted to be the hero.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahhh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zeke?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He didn&amp;#8217;t answer. Then she looked at Wes who was holding his forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What did you do?!&amp;#8221; She yells to Wes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;It was all him. Ow, my head hurts,&amp;#8221; Cries Wes.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Who should she believe? Her mind spins in confusion.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/36655</id>
    <published>2008-07-08T14:37:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-19T22:57:28Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Telling Him Everything (Backwards Challenge)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/36528"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Driving to my home, I think back to what happened:&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;I love you,&amp;#8221; I tell him. I kiss him as this may be the last time he ever wants to see me. My eyes fill with tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;What&amp;#8217;s wrong?&amp;#8221; He looks shocked about what I have told him, but he notices I am sad. He is about to be even more shocked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;I am pregnant Dan.&amp;#8221; The words just blurt out but I say it in a soft tone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;Is it ours?&amp;#8221; He asks. Ya, like I would cheat on you&amp;#8230;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;Ya,&amp;#8221; I say. He just stands there starring at me, his eyes wide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;I don&amp;#8217;t know if&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; He starts to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I finish it for him, &amp;#8220;You could handle this. Ya, I knew you were going to say that.&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;Well&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; Is all he gets out before I walk out of the room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Reaching my house, I go inside and slam the door.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/36528</id>
    <published>2008-07-07T15:08:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-20T10:30:31Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Knocking on the Door (Backwards challenge)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/36527"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Tears roll down my face. I am alone once again. This time I have a problem. Some people call it a blessing, but in my case it is a problem. I will have to handle it all on my own.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;His words, or lack of words, told me everything. He couldn&amp;#8217;t handle something like this. Also that he doesn&amp;#8217;t feel the same way about me.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I look at my phone. Still no call. My dreams and hopes of him and I together are slowly slipping away. I feel all sick inside. My heart feels ripped out and thrown on to the floor.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I lie down on the couch and go into the fetal position. The pain doesn&amp;#8217;t go away. All the sudden I hear a knock on the door. At first I ignore it, but then there is a knock again. Then whoever it is starts pounding on the door. I grumble and get up.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/36527</id>
    <published>2008-07-07T14:47:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-17T22:30:04Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Standing Outside my Door (Backwards Challenge)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/36526"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Hold on&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; I said while whipping my tears away. I open the door to find none other than Dan.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Hi,&amp;#8221; is all I get out. I fumble my fingers, waiting anxiously to what he had to say. The fact that he is here standing outside my door maybe be good or horribly bad.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I am sorry,&amp;#8221; Dan said, &amp;#8220;I should have told you how I felt. I know I am not good at this relationship stuff or being romantic. I am just going to say it, I love you. There, I said it. Do with it what you want. I just wanted you to know off of some hope that you still have feelings for me.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Dan&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; It feels so good to say his name.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Don&amp;#8217;t say goodbye just yet. I know we can work Sandy. We can make it through this.&amp;#8221; He puts his hands gently on my stomach.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I still love you Dan,&amp;#8221; I finally say. His blue eyes look up at me. &amp;#8220;I have been waiting to do this.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/36526</id>
    <published>2008-07-07T14:35:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-17T14:43:58Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Happiest Person Alive (Backwards Challenge)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/36525"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I kiss him. It felt as good as it used to. Tears roll down my face again. Him finally tell me those words, those words that I have been waiting for made me the happiest person alive. To know now that he is totally mine made all of the difference. I know that we can make it through all of this together. I can&amp;#8217;t fully trust him yet, but I do know that he is going to be there for me.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;We embrace.&amp;#8221;Thank you,&amp;#8221; I tell him. He holds me tight.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;No, thank you for making me the happiest man alive!&amp;#8221; I laugh at the fact that I had thought the same thing. He picks me up and spins me. I go into my house grabbing his hand to come with me. He walks in and closes the door behind him.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The End!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/36525</id>
    <published>2008-07-07T14:33:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-17T20:39:10Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
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