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  <title>The Master of Them that Know's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>i am an official FWA, nickname:cupcake

hi, my name is missy (nickname) and i'm always bored....always.
I love this site for writing, obviously, even though I suck at it. 

I am in love with Bleach, Death Note, and Red vs. Blue.

Song of the week, (I will change this every week, when I can, or whenever the hell I feel like 

??????????????????????(don't know yet)
                                                                             ohh, what now i changed it

I really don't feel like writing much because i've had a long day and my friggin fingers hurt........and i'm too bored to.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-16T10:42:32Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">quiz wit me answers :)</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/27987" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. Okay, c&#8217;mon spit it up worst ficlet you&#8217;ve ever written.&lt;br /&gt; The Obvious&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2. This is complicated but pick your favorite number, look on the back of any random CD you have, what song is that number, or closest to it.&lt;br /&gt; 7&amp;#8230;give me novacaine&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3. This is to mix it up a bit. It&#8217;s not a question, but close your eyes and type, then leave whatever letters you come up with!&lt;br /&gt; jfdncideurhkkdk&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4. What&#8217;s your favorite sports team. (  GO YANKEES  !!)&lt;br /&gt; nets&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5. The last thing you threw in the trash can.&lt;br /&gt; a black sharpie&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;6. If you could be anyone on ficlets, who would you be.&lt;br /&gt; stovohobo&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;7. Here&#8217;s the last question so&#8230;&lt;br /&gt;...um&#8230;tarzan jungle man, swinging from a rubberband, falls off breaks his nose(was it his nose??) Anyhows, what color is his blood?  YOU DECIDE  !!&lt;br /&gt; yellowish-purpleish-greyish-greenish-brownish-pinkish-silverish-blue&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/27987</id>
    <published>2008-04-19T02:01:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-16T10:42:32Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/drumzrok_aim_com</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">A First Challenge (writers block)</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/27888" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt; CHALLENGE !!!!!!! challenge!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;challenge&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! &lt;em&gt;challenge&lt;/em&gt;!!!!  CHALLENGE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;ok, this is my first challenge&amp;#8230;.as you can prob tell from the title.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;well, down to buisness&amp;#8230;. this challenge is to write about writers block. Either a time when you have expeirenced it or just about it. You can make it funny, scary, dramatic, or boring&amp;#8230;or any other genre you can think of. The catch is that you have to put in a word that you just made up (like &amp;#8220;awesomespecialpersonthingymabobber&amp;#8221;), it can be the most random word that you can think of it&amp;#8217;s just that  YOU  have to think of it yourself!!!NO  COPYING MADE UP WORDS !!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Remember to put your ficlet as a sequel to this one.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;if you have any questions note me.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/27888</id>
    <published>2008-04-18T00:02:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-17T21:36:21Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/drumzrok_aim_com</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Braces [OM's challenge]</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/27701" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;wow, you do need braces.&amp;#8221; alicia said to me.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;oh, thanks, like I didn&amp;#8217;t know that already!!!&amp;#8221; i said back in a sarcastic tone.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I stopped staring at the mirror and turned at her and gave her my famous pissed off look.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What!?! All i said is that you needed them&amp;#8230;that&amp;#8217;s it&amp;#8221; alicia said.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I stared at her a bit more and finaly said &amp;#8220;it&amp;#8217;s not fair i&amp;#8217;m going to look like a dork!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;alicia had gotten an angry expression on her face and said, well screamed, &amp;#8220;oh, look like a dork, is that right. Remember i already had braces and did I look like a dork. Did I !?!...Did I !?! .....you should stop conplaining, it&amp;#8217;s not my fault that you have &lt;strong&gt;donkey&lt;/strong&gt; teeth!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I stared at her in awe. &amp;#8220;UGH!!!&amp;#8221; i yelled. Then i ran out of her room with tears rolling down my face.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/27701</id>
    <published>2008-04-15T22:29:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-12T21:02:15Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/drumzrok_aim_com</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Haunted House</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;So why am I the one who gets to stay in this scary building?&amp;#8221; Tom asked. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;We already told you&amp;#8230;your the youngest of us and to prove that you are a &amp;#8216;big boy&amp;#8217; you need to stay in here for one whole day&amp;#8230;got it or do I need to repeat myself again&amp;#8221; Jake said with all the guys behind him. &lt;br /&gt;Some how he looked kinda happy that I would have to stay in a haunted apartment building.&lt;br /&gt;After I stared at him for a few minutes, while processing the new info on what i had to do, he said &amp;#8220;Everything you need to last the day is right here&amp;#8230;you have a roll of toilet paper, five cans of progresso soup, a small pan, fire starters, and a sleeping bag.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Are you sure thats everything that I need?&amp;#8217;&amp;#8221; I asked in semi-confused voice. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Ofcourse thats everything, I already did this three years ago in a shaq downtown&amp;#8230;you&amp;#8217;ll be fine&amp;#8221; Jake said in a sencere and somehow sarcastic voice.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him for a moment, then I picked the pack, with allthe stuff in it, up and threw it over my shoulder, I said goodbye and I went in.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/27634</id>
    <published>2008-04-15T01:31:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-11T11:09:16Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Number Ten</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;10 things i want to do before i die:&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;1) go to Africa&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2) somehow become rich (like that&amp;#8217;s gunna happen)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3) get an awesome camera&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4) repaint my walls (i know it&amp;#8217;s kinda stupid, but i really want to paint my walls)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5) have one of my art peices in a gallery&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;6) go to an Escape The Fate concert&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;7) get a blue Ferrari&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;8) buy a house by the beach&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;9) go to Wales&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;10) spend christmas and new years on an island&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/26804</id>
    <published>2008-04-04T21:26:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-03T03:44:01Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">the difference between good and bad</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Your mouth moves,&lt;br /&gt;but no words come out,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;has the world suddenly gone mute,&lt;br /&gt;or have my ears had enough.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;These bad words and sounds,&lt;br /&gt;that we make every person in this world suffer by hearing what we have to say.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The bad as cursing,&lt;br /&gt;and the good as laughter and gentle voices,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;be a gentle voice,&lt;br /&gt;instead of being a bad mouthed person.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24571</id>
    <published>2008-03-15T00:19:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-07T00:46:31Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/drumzrok_aim_com</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">the ocean waves</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/24187" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;All I heard was the waves crashing down,&lt;br /&gt;the salty coolness cover my feet,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I was all alone,&lt;br /&gt;I could do anything I wanted,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;but I just froze there crushed into a ball,&lt;br /&gt;watching the sun fade into the horizon,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I could hear something behind me,&lt;br /&gt;but I coulden&amp;#8217;t make out what it was,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;was it a car door slam,&lt;br /&gt;or just my imagionation trying to confuse me?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;what ever it was I could hear it getting closer,&lt;br /&gt;my heart beat faster when I heard footsteps,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I suddenly turned around and saw my mother,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Are you ok?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24187</id>
    <published>2008-03-11T23:45:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T14:53:09Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">kiss</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/23312" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;When I went onto the field someone &lt;br /&gt;screamed into my ear,&lt;br /&gt; kicked my shin, &lt;br /&gt;jumped on my toe, &lt;br /&gt;after all that for some reason Derrik ended up right infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;he looked onto my eyes and he was leaning in to kiss me ,&lt;br /&gt;out of &lt;em&gt;nowhere&lt;/em&gt; some guy comes and hits Derrik.&lt;br /&gt;He flew about 20 feet,&lt;br /&gt;believe me i could measure it,&lt;br /&gt;i rushed over to see if he was ok.&lt;br /&gt;he was breathing faintly,&lt;br /&gt;so i leaned in closer.&lt;br /&gt;he kissed me,&lt;br /&gt;then died right in my arms.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-04T22:08:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T19:25:19Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
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    <title type="text">the game</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;At the game&#8230;&lt;br /&gt;    &#8220;Woo! Go Bears!&#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I screamed with bunches of other people. &lt;br /&gt;The bears got another touchdown. &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Hut, hut, hike!&#8221; screamed the quarterback of the other team. &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Boo, boo!&#8221; the crowd screamed because the Cub&#8217;s had 1st down.&lt;br /&gt; The last two minutes of the game&#8230;&lt;br /&gt;    The whole crowd was standing. &lt;br /&gt;Bears had the ball&#8230; fumble&#8230; we got it again&#8230; at the 20 yard line&#8230;TOUCHDOWN!&lt;br /&gt; The words were all a blur, but at the end of the game all I saw was people from my school empting onto the field&lt;br /&gt; &#8220;We won! We won!&#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Jesse screamed into my ear (I now think I&#8217;m deaf). &lt;br /&gt;I decided to onto the field where people were jumping, hugging, and screaming.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23311</id>
    <published>2008-03-04T22:03:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-30T20:21:17Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
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    <title type="text">he asked</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The next day&#8230;&lt;br /&gt;    I was at home and Jesse came over to help me pick out an outfit for the game.&lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Hey, sis?&#8221; Bob screamed through the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;What?&#8221; I yelled. &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Are you going to the game?&#8221; What a silly question to ask me, I&#8217;ve been talking about it for a week.&lt;br /&gt; &#8220;Duh!&#8221; I screamed back. &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Why?&#8221; I said when I walked into his room.&lt;br /&gt; I opened the door and he said, &#8220;Derrik asked.&#8221;&lt;br /&gt; &#8220;Oh, ok.&#8221; I walked back into my room and told Jesse what happened. &lt;br /&gt; &#8220;Since he&#8217;s going you need to wear something nice,&lt;br /&gt; but football style.&#8221;&lt;br /&gt; She said while again, not making any sense. &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Ok&#8221; I replied.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23310</id>
    <published>2008-03-04T21:59:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T23:39:40Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/drumzrok_aim_com</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">we finally meet</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;When I arrived at the party&#8230;&lt;br /&gt;    &#8220;Hey, sis&#8230; I want you to meet some one.&#8221;&lt;br /&gt; Bob said.&lt;br /&gt; &#8220;Ok&#8221; I said hesitantly. &lt;br /&gt;He brought me up to the balcony. &lt;br /&gt;There he was&#8230; it was Derrik.&lt;br /&gt; &#8220;Yo, Derrik.&#8221; My brother screamed.&lt;br /&gt; &#8220;I want you to meet my sister, Cindy.&lt;br /&gt; He screamed again.&lt;br /&gt; Derrik turned around and his eyes opened widely &#8220;hey, your that girl! &lt;br /&gt;You lied to me, you said that you didn&#8217;t go to Winter High.&#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Oh, yeah sorry about that.&#8221; I blushed. &lt;br /&gt;As soon as I finished my small sentence,&lt;br /&gt; Envi grabbed his arm and asked him to dance.&lt;br /&gt; The whole time she asked that, she was starring right at me. I &#8220;go ahead, I&#8217;ve got to leave anyway&#8221; I grabbed my brother and left the party.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23309</id>
    <published>2008-03-04T21:57:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-02T09:28:28Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/drumzrok_aim_com</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">before the game</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/23308" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The night before the game&#8230; &lt;br /&gt;    &#8220;Hmm, what should I wear to the game? &lt;br /&gt;I heard that derrik is going to be there!&#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I said. Ring&#8230;ring&#8230; ring. The phone went. &lt;br /&gt;I picked it up and said &#8220;Hello? Who is it?&#8221;&lt;br /&gt; &#8220;it&#8217;s Bob your brother&#8230; remember me?&#8221;&lt;br /&gt; &#8220;Of course I remember you&#8230; but what do you want?&#8221;&lt;br /&gt; I said. &#8220;can you pick me up? I want to go home?&#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;yeah, sure, where are you?&#8221;&lt;br /&gt; &#8220;I&#8217;m at Derrik&#8217;s house, it think its 123 Skyway Avenue.&#8221;&lt;br /&gt; &#8220; Ok, I&#8217;ll be there on a few minutes.&#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23308</id>
    <published>2008-03-04T21:55:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-03T02:46:01Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/drumzrok_aim_com</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">football game</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/23307" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A few days later&#8230;&lt;br /&gt;    &#8220;Extra, extra! read all about it.&lt;br /&gt; The Bears vs. the Cubs! Tomorrow night!&#8221;&lt;br /&gt; the newspaper guy exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt; &#8220;Hey, are you going to going to the game?&#8221; I asked Jesse. &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Uh, I don&#8217;t know? Football games and I really don&#8217;t mix.&#8221; She said with a queasy voice.&lt;br /&gt;    If you didn&#8217;t know the Bears &lt;br /&gt;are our school football team, and the Cubs are our rival team from San Diego, California.&lt;br /&gt; I really hope we win, &lt;br /&gt;because they stole our statue last year &lt;br /&gt;and we want to get them back.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23307</id>
    <published>2008-03-04T21:53:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-30T06:30:12Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/drumzrok_aim_com</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">randomness</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/23306" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Yes!&#8221; I said when I was walking. &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;He finally met me, O.M.G. he doesn&#8217;t know my name!&#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I slapped myself in the head like in those V8 commercials.&lt;br /&gt; &#8220;Nice one, idiot.&lt;br /&gt; Maybe I&#8217;ll go to my house next time and forget something else like&#8230; &lt;br /&gt;see I already forgot what I was going to say.&#8221; &lt;br /&gt; I whispered to myself.&lt;br /&gt; Now, lets go home and eat some beagles.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23306</id>
    <published>2008-03-04T21:52:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T09:38:33Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/drumzrok_aim_com</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">who was she?</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/23305" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I finally got the chance to call Jesse on her cell, &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;O.M.G. Jesse he&#8217;s here and I think he recognized me! &lt;br /&gt;Help, this is a bad situation, and what should I do? Help me!&#8221; I said pretty loudly, &lt;br /&gt;thank god that he didn&#8217;t hear me.&lt;br /&gt; Jesse said &#8220;um&#8230; um&#8230; stay calm.&lt;br /&gt; Um&#8230;just pretend that your from a different town or&#8230; Sweden!?!&#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Your no help!&#8221;&lt;br /&gt; I said back as I hung up the phone. &lt;br /&gt;I decided to go back in. &lt;br /&gt;I opened the door &#8220;ding, dong&#8221; the door alarm went off. &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Hi, again, your order&#8217;s ready.&#8221; Derrik said.&lt;br /&gt; &#8220;Oh, yeah, thanks.&#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I took the big brown bag and ran off.&lt;br /&gt; &#8220;Who was she?&#8221; I heard him ask as I left the shop.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23305</id>
    <published>2008-03-04T21:50:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-30T06:19:34Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The Master of Them that Know</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/drumzrok_aim_com</uri>
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