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  <title>lilfroggie1007's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>I'm Milly Z. I love reading and writing. I also play RPGs every now and then. I love music: The Killers, Taylor Swift, Toby Keith, Rodney Atkins. My friends are pretty amazing. I love them all. My characters resemble them a lot. I also love animals. I have two dogs and two cats and if there was a fire they'd the first things I'd get out of the house. I can't stand to do so much as hear about an animal getting hurt let alone see it. I'm twelve.

Quotes I live by (sometimes):

Flying isn't impossible, you just throw yourself at the ground and miss.

The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you can't.

Remember that you're unique, just like everyone else.

People are always afraid of the dark but they should be afraid of the light. Afterall, that's where you can see what's hiding in the dark.

I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of whats hiding in it.

When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, &amp;quot;I used everything you gave me.&amp;quot; 

The purpose of life is a life of purpose.

Life is like a blanket too short.  You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder; but cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night.

There are things our there much worse than death............................................................... have you ever spent the night talking to a car salesman?

Life is like a beautiful melody, but the lyrics are messed up.

One way to defy the laws of gravity is to love some one.

Forget love I'd rather fall into chocolate.

If love looks with the mind and not the eyes, is cupid blind?



Current Favorite Song(s): When You Were Young and Somebody Told Me.



Currently Reading: Maximum Ride Series</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-04-12T09:12:00Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">It's Your Turn</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/24574"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Your move.&amp;#8221; Quip cheeps. He just took out a pawn. He sits there waiting for Chabbers to go. &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s your move.&amp;#8221; He repeats. Yet again Chabbers sits there looking down. &amp;#8220;IT&amp;#8217;S  YOUR TURN !&amp;#8221; Quip squacks loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I know.&amp;#8221; Chabbers replies.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Why aren&amp;#8217;t you moving?&amp;#8221; Quip asks crossly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m thinkin&amp;#8217;.&amp;#8221; Chabbers says. He looks at the chess board some more not daring to make a move until he is absolutely sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Could you think a little faster.&amp;#8221; Quip says impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I sure &lt;em&gt;could.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8221; He says.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Are you going to?&amp;#8221; Quip asks after some scilence.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Nope, wasn&amp;#8217;t plannin&amp;#8217; on it.&amp;#8221; He then picks up a castle and slowly moves it over. He begins to take his fingers off it then stops and moves the piece back.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What&amp;#8217;d you do that for?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I didn&amp;#8217;t like that move.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Well you&amp;#8217;d better like a move soon.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;ll think &amp;#8216;bout it.&amp;#8221; He replies. Four more minutes of scilence and Quip can&amp;#8217;t take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;That&amp;#8217;s it!&amp;#8221; He yells stubbornly. &amp;#8220;I quit! I quit! I quit!&amp;#8221; As he walks away he hears Chabbers call.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s your turn now.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24574</id>
    <published>2008-03-15T00:31:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-12T09:12:00Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">When I Was Just A Little Girl</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/23755"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;When I was a little girl, I thought that one day I would do the impossible. People would look at me thinking I was the greatest person on Earth. I would reach for the stars and never give up until I caught one.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;But now, it seems like everything is backwards. When you reach for the stars, you like a moron stretching.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;When I was a little girl, I thought that my dad was superman. All little kids think that their fathers can do anything and everything, I knew my dad could do more.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Now though, my dad needs help for everything and superman only exists in comics and stories for me.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Once, when I was little, I always had an imaginary friend. Well, more than that, I had an imaginary friend, an imaginary bunny, an imaginary cat&amp;#8230;. You get the point.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Now, I realize that an imaginary friend can only do so much. When you&amp;#8217;re older your imaginary friend can&amp;#8217;t hug you and tell you everything is going to be okay like a real friend.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Little kids have odd minds, don&amp;#8217;t they? It&amp;#8217;s hard to think I was one of them.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23755</id>
    <published>2008-03-08T17:54:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T14:23:07Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">An Inspiration Of Love Challenge.</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/23074"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Hey Ty!&amp;#8221; I yell across the hall. He looks then turns away quickly. I frown and turn to Jesse. &amp;#8220;I just don&amp;#8217;t get it anymore. Last year he was determined to have me. He hated all the guys that liked me and tried to protect me from every little thing that could&amp;#8217;ve happened. Now, he&amp;#8217;s never there. He doesn&amp;#8217;t call back. He only talks when I can catch him. Does he really love me anymore?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Do you really love him?&amp;#8221; Jesse asks me annoyed. I nod. &amp;#8220;Hmmm. Well I don&amp;#8217;t know Eley. I still can&amp;#8217;t believe you could love him after what he put you through. Then you&amp;#8217;ve got Nick. He loves you to pieces. I can see it. Whenever you bring up Ty he gets a murderous look on his face. We all know that Ty isn&amp;#8217;t good for you anymore, how long will it take &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; to know?&amp;#8221; She walks away.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I know she&amp;#8217;s right. Breaking up with Ty won&amp;#8217;t be easy, not after six months. And I know I can&amp;#8217;t be with Nick. I just don&amp;#8217;t like him that way. This is a win-lose-lose situation. Nick and I lose and Ty wins. My sister&amp;#8217;s right, Karma is a bitch.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23074</id>
    <published>2008-03-02T14:50:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-26T23:48:16Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Please come soon</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/22515"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m feeling light as a feather&lt;br /&gt;Got a load of my back&lt;br /&gt;Lately it&amp;#8217;s been so much easier&lt;br /&gt;Since I pulled him up.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Turns out I was wrong about&lt;br /&gt;My decision to &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;help him out&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he begged me to not let go&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled and said,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I don&amp;#8217;t think I could&amp;#8217;ve&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I&amp;#8217;d tried&lt;br /&gt;Because it would&amp;#8217;ve been too hard&lt;br /&gt;To watch you go away like that.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;And I pulled hard&lt;br /&gt;To save your life&lt;br /&gt;When you came back&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried&lt;br /&gt;To know that you&lt;br /&gt;Were finally safe&lt;br /&gt;And didn&amp;#8217;t want to leave&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;My friends all call me crazy because&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;I still won&amp;#8217;t give up&lt;br /&gt;I believe that&lt;br /&gt;You will come through&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You&amp;#8217;ll come back&lt;br /&gt;You&amp;#8217;ve proved to us&lt;br /&gt;That if we hope&lt;br /&gt;And if we trust&lt;br /&gt;Then everything&lt;br /&gt;Can be the same&lt;br /&gt;As if life&amp;#8217;s just&lt;br /&gt;Some little game&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;But patience only lasts so long&lt;br /&gt;And time runs out too fast&lt;br /&gt;And we&amp;#8217;ll give up eventually so come soon&amp;#8230;..&lt;br /&gt;Please come soon.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;This might not make much sense to you. I noticed I change my mind a lot but if you were in my head you&amp;#8217;d get it.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/22515</id>
    <published>2008-02-26T00:34:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-24T16:28:01Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">I think that I'll......</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/22335"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Instead of my best friend&lt;br /&gt;He&amp;#8217;s the one I talk to&lt;br /&gt;When no one&amp;#8217;s around&lt;br /&gt;Because that&amp;#8217;s when it&amp;#8217;s best&lt;br /&gt;When we&amp;#8217;re alone.&lt;br /&gt;We&amp;#8217;re alone so he doesn&amp;#8217;t worry.&lt;br /&gt;Worry about what his &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; will say&lt;br /&gt;Worry about what I&amp;#8217;ll think later&lt;br /&gt;Worry about the things he&amp;#8217;ll have to say&lt;br /&gt;So he can be &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;Worry about hurting me&lt;br /&gt;Because he knows that&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not the strongest girl in the world&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to holding my tears&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Instead of the only one I trust with my feelings&lt;br /&gt;He&amp;#8217;s the last person I&amp;#8217;d go to for anything&lt;br /&gt;For fear of how much he&amp;#8217;d repeat to people&lt;br /&gt;Now I have all this stuff bottled up in me&lt;br /&gt;Stuff I can&amp;#8217;t let go of&lt;br /&gt;With no one to talk to&lt;br /&gt;So I live off of those alone moments&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating them&lt;br /&gt;As if I&amp;#8217;m a starving child&lt;br /&gt;Who&amp;#8217;s finally getting some food&lt;br /&gt;Trying to block out the thoughts escaping me&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts telling me that soon enough&lt;br /&gt;I won&amp;#8217;t have any food&lt;br /&gt;And will be starving again&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Looking at this I think I might have to let go of him. I know he&amp;#8217;ll fall but it&amp;#8217;s what he wants, isn&amp;#8217;t it?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/22335</id>
    <published>2008-02-24T14:11:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-24T09:47:28Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Six Word Memior Challenge. (again)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/22110"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I have learned how to forget.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/22110</id>
    <published>2008-02-22T21:44:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-23T08:42:36Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Trapped</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21848"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Fallin into the trap&lt;br /&gt;He don&amp;#8217;t know how to get out&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;m holding onto his hand&lt;br /&gt;But he&amp;#8217;s slippin&amp;#8217;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if he really minds&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Ditching his friends after school&lt;br /&gt;Thinks it&amp;#8217;ll make him look cool&lt;br /&gt;Called him up on the phone&lt;br /&gt;His brother says he&amp;#8217;s not home&lt;br /&gt;He&amp;#8217;ll call me up in a little while&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So I wait by the phone&lt;br /&gt;But he never calls back&lt;br /&gt;Says he got the message&lt;br /&gt;But didn&amp;#8217;t care about it&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m thinkin it&amp;#8217;s all my fault&lt;br /&gt;My friends aren&amp;#8217;t helpful at all&lt;br /&gt;They like to blame me too&lt;br /&gt;Can&amp;#8217;t believe that I could do&lt;br /&gt;So much harm in one summer&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Wish I could change everything&lt;br /&gt;Go back to last year&lt;br /&gt;If only he hadn&amp;#8217;t&lt;br /&gt;Come back for that day&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it would be easier&lt;br /&gt;To let go of his hand&lt;br /&gt;So he could fall faster&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21848</id>
    <published>2008-02-20T16:42:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T15:56:35Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Prince Charming</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21441"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Who says I want Prince Charming?&lt;br /&gt;Every little girl dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of the day&lt;br /&gt;When her Prince Charming&lt;br /&gt;Will come.&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted that fairytale life.&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited for him&lt;br /&gt;But Prince Charming never came.&lt;br /&gt;Did he forget about me?&lt;br /&gt;Did he simply take a wrong turn&lt;br /&gt;And decide not to ask for directions?&lt;br /&gt;Has he foud another princess?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too late?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that he&amp;#8217;s not coming.&lt;br /&gt;But who is?&lt;br /&gt;Do I get some one?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Even if he&amp;#8217;s not a prince.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have some one who calls me immediately after leaving my house.&lt;br /&gt;Just to be sure&lt;br /&gt;That I&amp;#8217;m okay.&lt;br /&gt;I want him to hug me&lt;br /&gt;Arm wrestle with me&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;And call me when we&amp;#8217;re fighting&lt;br /&gt;Even though I&amp;#8217;m too stuborn&lt;br /&gt;To pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;And forget what happened.&lt;br /&gt;But he&amp;#8217;s not here yet.&lt;br /&gt;So I wait.&lt;br /&gt;Sure I&amp;#8217;ve kissed a few frogs in the meantime&lt;br /&gt;But he&amp;#8217;s the boy who won&amp;#8217;t mind my impatience&lt;br /&gt;And will laugh it off with me.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I do want Prince Charming.&lt;br /&gt;But not Cinderella&amp;#8217;s.&lt;br /&gt;Mine.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21441</id>
    <published>2008-02-16T18:36:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T19:27:59Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">You're Not Alone.</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21051"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Everything has changed.&lt;br /&gt;The people who used to love you&lt;br /&gt;are now so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends keep a great distance between&lt;br /&gt;you and themselves&lt;br /&gt;and your world&amp;#8217;s not the same as before.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering those days&lt;br /&gt;when you would run and play.&lt;br /&gt;You were just kids who didn&amp;#8217;t know much yet.&lt;br /&gt;Those things you never knew&lt;br /&gt;are what you wish had been kept away.&lt;br /&gt;It was all the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;All the anger.&lt;br /&gt;All the things that children don&amp;#8217;t know about.&lt;br /&gt;How sometimes&lt;br /&gt;people change&lt;br /&gt;but it depends on whether&lt;br /&gt;it&amp;#8217;s right or wrong.&lt;br /&gt;When you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;needing them the most&lt;br /&gt;it feels like they&amp;#8217;ve all gone away and left you here&amp;#8230;.&lt;br /&gt;alone&amp;#8230;..&lt;br /&gt;in the dark&amp;#8230;.&lt;br /&gt;you see a light.&lt;br /&gt;There is some one out there&lt;br /&gt;calling your name&lt;br /&gt;and they know just what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;re not alone.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21051</id>
    <published>2008-02-13T01:40:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-09T16:56:18Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Echo's Random Quiz Answers From None Other Than Me!</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20905"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. Hmmmmm&amp;#8230;..probably The Killers.&lt;br /&gt;2. I will never blink! peanut from Jeff Dunham. One more, sorry. You lost me at carrots (or any other inanimate object) which was the first draft of you had me at hello. Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;3. Guitar Hero! Although I&amp;#8217;ve never played it, it sounds fun.&lt;br /&gt;4. My sister thinks I over use the word waffle too much. Inside joke. Actually, very outside joke. =p&lt;br /&gt;5.  LAKE ! I practically live in the water.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mozzerella&lt;br /&gt;7. Movie? Ummmmmmmmm&amp;#8230;. well&amp;#8230;... dang this is tough&amp;#8230;.... I don&amp;#8217;t watch movies a lot but I do loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove Gilmore Girls!&lt;br /&gt;8. Prolly Aero but I don&amp;#8217;t shop much either.&lt;br /&gt;9. When the moon is coming out and you see the first stars.&lt;br /&gt;10. Being something you&amp;#8217;re not to impress others. Trying to become &amp;#8220;normal&amp;#8221; and &amp;#8220;fit in.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20905</id>
    <published>2008-02-11T23:50:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-10T07:01:30Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">six word memoirs challenge</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20700"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I knew that he had changed&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~~&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20700</id>
    <published>2008-02-10T13:12:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T04:59:41Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Life's not always sunshine and butterflies....</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20328"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Life&amp;#8217;s not always sunshine and butterflies. Sometimes you&amp;#8217;ve got to deal with spiders in the snow. It&amp;#8217;s not about waiting for the storm to pass. It&amp;#8217;s about learning to dance in the rain. Life&amp;#8217;s not about what other people can do to make you happy. It&amp;#8217;s about what you can do for your friends. Life&amp;#8217;s not about waiting for something to fall into place. It&amp;#8217;s about making it happen. Life isn&amp;#8217;t about shying away from the battle. It&amp;#8217;s about finding the courage to fight when you know you may lose. Life&amp;#8217;s not like being in a play. You can&amp;#8217;t always go backstage, change your costume, and come back as a different person. Life&amp;#8217;s not about worrying about problems in the future. It&amp;#8217;s about enjoying where you are now. Life&amp;#8217;s not about perfection. It&amp;#8217;s about looking beyond the imperfections. Life&amp;#8217;s not about wanting more. It&amp;#8217;s about thanking God for what you have. Life&amp;#8217;s not about fearing failure. It&amp;#8217;s about taking a chance at success.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;No matter how many times these things are told to me, I can&amp;#8217;t seem to remember them.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20328</id>
    <published>2008-02-07T00:28:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-07T20:31:13Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">A Lesson I Learned The Hard Way.....</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20229"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Mom always said people change. she meant for the better&amp;#8230;.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I was afraid&lt;br /&gt;didn&amp;#8217;t like gettin up that morning&lt;br /&gt;thought no one would like me&lt;br /&gt;i felt so alone&lt;br /&gt;then i got to the building&lt;br /&gt;immediately i was introduced to three new people&lt;br /&gt;met up with my old friends&lt;br /&gt;got a life&lt;br /&gt;got a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;it was all good&lt;br /&gt;then he changed&lt;br /&gt;he left me&lt;br /&gt;i went from being the happy-go-lucky girl&lt;br /&gt;to being the depressed one&lt;br /&gt;in one day i lost everything&lt;br /&gt;my best friend&lt;br /&gt;the one person i could confide in&lt;br /&gt;my joy&lt;br /&gt;my happiness&lt;br /&gt;my love&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;one day&lt;br /&gt;he decides to come back&lt;br /&gt;says he&amp;#8217;s been being stupid&lt;br /&gt;he misses me&lt;br /&gt;he wants it to change&lt;br /&gt;so we go back to the old times&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;for a short while&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;just as quickly as it had come&lt;br /&gt;it left&lt;br /&gt;and i was again alone&lt;br /&gt;i cried myself to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;i couldn&amp;#8217;t look him in the eye&lt;br /&gt;part of me was dead&lt;br /&gt;the live part was aching&lt;br /&gt;it was like an everlasting hell&lt;br /&gt;to which i was banished&lt;br /&gt;by my only one&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;yes, people do change&lt;br /&gt;but not always for good.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20229</id>
    <published>2008-02-05T23:49:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T11:04:46Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Filthy Purebreds!</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/19457"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Oh no! The box is being dropped. Darkness closing in. His face is no longer visible. They cant! They wouldn&amp;#8217;t! He wouldn&amp;#8217;t let them. Or would he? Lately that man has been so&amp;#8230; so&amp;#8230; out of it. If I hear a&amp;#8230;.. &lt;em&gt;Click.&lt;/em&gt; Too late. I can&amp;#8217;t even think things through before they happen. The box is secured now.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Tommy?&amp;#8221; I whisper. &amp;#8220;Tommy.&amp;#8221; I repeat a little louder. Then shouting, &amp;#8220;Tommy! Tommy where are you?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He left me. Like so many others before. Why do the galations always question me? They treat me like a liater. I&amp;#8217;m no liater. I&amp;#8217;m one of them. I&amp;#8217;ve been with them my whole life. Mum was a galation. Dad too. So what do they have against me? Is there something I&amp;#8217;m not being told?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;No! I need to get that idea out of my head. If I wasn&amp;#8217;t a galation they would&amp;#8217;ve driven me out of the town the moment I was born. The stupid little purebreds. I can&amp;#8217;t beleive I&amp;#8217;m one of them. If I had the choice I would be a liater. Like Emgie. Emgie from so long ago. Just another distant memory. Hiding in the back of my mind.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/19457</id>
    <published>2008-01-28T01:56:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-21T10:53:42Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Random Ramblings About Jeremiah</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/19376"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Even though people think he was Jeremiah was not a bullfrog. He was a goliath frog. Most people have never heard of the goliath frog. They say Jeremiah was huge so he must&amp;#8217;ve been a bullfrog. If he had stripes would they have called him a zebra. Knowing society probably. Well, society can&amp;#8217;t be trusted in the naming of frogs, especially when the letter &amp;#8216;J&amp;#8217; is involved. I mean look at all the things out there with &amp;#8216;J&amp;#8217; in them. Jab. Not a pleasant thought huh? Jar. People keep bugs in jars and they die. Jail. It wouldn&amp;#8217;t be fun to go there. Think of poor Jeremiah. Of all the letters in the alphabet they pick &amp;#8216;J.&amp;#8217; Coincidence? I think not. By George some one must do something. Save the goliath frog from Jeremiah&amp;#8217;s evil ways. Jeremiah is actually a girl! I mean come on. What man would sing joy to the world with little children? And whats up with joy to the fishies in the deep blue sea? Some of those fishies kill him. I think that Jeremiah was a made up plot to occupy children everywhere. But it won&amp;#8217;t fool me!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/19376</id>
    <published>2008-01-27T02:54:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T02:13:46Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>lilfroggie1007</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/emmy</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
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