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  <title>i live NYLSC's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>*Current Bird Activity (see below)*: 
5:00pm: bird is back on the eggs
9:00pm: bird is very alert and is looking around
8:36pm: bird is standing on the edge of the nest
8:40pm: bird is rearangeing the eggs and sits one egg is not under the mommy bird
_more updates to come or watch for yourself_ (see link below)

*hey look at this!!*
here is a link to a school project. it is a current time video camera of a birds nest. you can zoom, pause, and take snapshot photos.
*link*: http://bird.wcskids.net/

*bird information*
1. only one bird is seen at a time
2. there are 5 eggs
3. the eggs are light blue and small

*FICLETS STUFF*

I encourage people to sequal my ficlets. Often when i start something i either lose intrest for a long time or hit i road block or just forget about it. 

I have a few stories that i have sequaled myself on. most stop at my second one but the story isn't over. i don't feel that they are series really. 
heres is a list of them and their links

*High Heeled Shoe and a Diamond Ring*:
This is about a person in a witness protection program who keeps being found by some one. this is also a bit of a romance especially in the beggining_I want to continue this more soon_
*link*: http://ficlets.com/stories/23085

*Middle of Every Where*:
This is where a group of people whos plane crashes in the intersection of all the land types. all the people are completely different and they all have to deal with each other_Writers block. feel free to sequal this_
*Link*: http://ficlets.com/stories/14194

*Veggie or Fruit* : 
This is a tomato's quest to find our if it is a fruit or veggatable. on the way she meets a cucumber and banana who join her on her quest. this takes them out of the store to a house in a garden and to the tropics
*Link*: http://ficlets.com/stories/26817

*Inside the Death Star*: 
i don't know how to sum it up really but heres the link. _i have writers block on this one too_ 
*Link*: http://ficlets.com/stories/13969





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  <updated>2008-06-30T18:59:55Z</updated>
  <id>http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/josie</id>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Fluffy White Clouds of Popcorn</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/32653"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling of wood. The wooden panels were beginning to rot &amp;#38; the wood had holes where sunlight would peek through. He felt a little sick &amp;#38; when he got up to look around he was terribly off balance. But he felt fine, no fever, no headache. Maybe it wasn&amp;#8217;t him seemed to be tilting back &amp;#38; forth, to &amp;#38; fro. As if it were a boat on a sea of rocky waves. After managing to stay upright for a few steps he finally made it to the door. Again it was made of slightly rotten wood that squeaked when it opened. Beyond it was a dark staircase with a door at the top. It smelled of old wet books. Step by step he reached the top &amp;#38; peeked through the keyhole. The sun was bright &amp;#38; shiny &amp;#38; there were 5 things bustling about tying &amp;#38; untying ropes. He waited there for some time &amp;#38; there was a bell, immediately the area cleared out &amp;#38; he stepped out into the open air. Not far away was a railing &amp;#38; after a quick trip on a nail he was able to peeked over the edge &amp;#38;saw fluffy white clouds of popcorn below.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/32653</id>
    <published>2008-06-01T02:41:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-30T18:59:55Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">So, Do I Think I can Dance? (Precise Maneuvers challenge)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/32497"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The red velvet curtain rose along with the sound of a slow song. This dance had to be flawless. The routine starts with me parading around in a display of grace. Each foot landing one after other in the direct spot where they should be.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;During a prep for an axel jump I was able to sneak a peek at the judges. Their faces were stone, not one moved. Were they really that unimpressed? I was so bewildered I didn&amp;#8217;t even notice the tempo change in the music. Turn after barrel roll after leap they did not move. The 2nd barrel role lasted an hour during which I scanned the audience. The band may have been playing allegro but me and the world were in adagio. There was a minute between each clap. Each hair on my head moved individually. I had to land that jump but I half way through my jump I realized that i was going too far I had to improvise. It was the 144th measure I had to thrust my legs down out of the jump into a back hand spring. By the final measure I was back on cue for my final turn and a final bow.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/32497</id>
    <published>2008-05-31T01:47:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-29T13:23:12Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">My Brain Exploded</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/31816"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I swear, teachers have no clue what others are doing therefore making HEdoublehockeysticks for students. I have 5 tests tomorrow! Now here I am studying at 4 in the a.m. in a study session that started at 4 in the p.m. I already studied for 4 classes now finally on to #5 lets see.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The radius x cosine of theta is.. I heard my dad&#8217;s alarm clock go off and the door slam. Where was I, oh yes&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The radius x cosine of theta is.. There&#8217;s another alarm. No it&amp;#8217;s the timer in Mrs. Adelae&amp;#8217;s math class!!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Okay 2 minutes left.&amp;#8221; she said. Oh man I slept through the test. When I look down at my paper there was 5 problems left. After 30 second I had one to go #22. The radius times the cosine of theta is, umm, is, come on I know this I studied this last night.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;There was only one minute left. I could feel my self-getting nervous. My hands got sweaty and I could hear my heart beat. (Yeah that makes it easier to think.) I heard the timer go off and every thing went black. I think my brain exploded from over thinking.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/31816</id>
    <published>2008-05-25T19:41:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-24T18:51:31Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Hiding in the Sewers</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/31077"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;PU what&#8217;s that smell?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Just what do you think it is, huh Kathy? We&amp;#8217;re wading through a &lt;strong&gt;sewer&lt;/strong&gt; up to our knees.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Sorry it&#8217;s a standard question. Where are we going anyway?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I don&#8217;t know. Somewhere safe I hope. It only a matter of time until they figure out where we went.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;After that we trudged along in silence. Every couple of minutes a rat would scamper by with their savage red eyes glistening in the yellow glow from my flashlight.&lt;br /&gt;This place is just as creepy as I expected especially since..&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Watch your step,&#8221; said Kathy and I tripped over an old shoe and landed face down in the grime. My flashlight flew out of my hand and landed about ten feet away. Kathy after falling her self helped me up. Mean while, the already small dome of light slowly faded into shadow as the flashlight sank into the muk.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Well that&amp;#8217;s great,&amp;#8221; i said looking around to let my eyes readjust to the dark &amp;#8220;hey where are you going &lt;br /&gt;Kathy?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;There&amp;#8217;s a light down there.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What I don&amp;#8217;t see any thing,&amp;#8221; I replied.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/31077</id>
    <published>2008-05-20T00:07:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T08:26:28Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Tower</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30979"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;This is crazy,&#8221; I said opening a letter from my client, &amp;#8220;I hate these eccentric millionaires! They always want crazy stuff and they expect you to do it all. What do you think of this john?&amp;#8221; I handed him the letter&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Dear Bret,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Thank you so much for doing this building for me. I have decided on what I wanted. Here is a list&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;1. I would like it to have 14 sides and be as big as possible&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2. The amount of land I have is 53 ft square&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3. If you could can you get the price of the concrete?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4. I want the doors and windows to match&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I hope that that isn&amp;#8217;t too much for you. I&#8217;m afraid I don&#8217;t know much about the cities restrictions on building. I trust you can do that for me&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Signed, Mrs. C&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Look john i have to find all of the heights on my own the lengths of the walls even the angles that they need to be built at this will take forever! Now the city is involved too with all their rules.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;All I can say is good luck.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30979</id>
    <published>2008-05-18T23:14:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T14:54:48Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Clouds of Doubt (200something challenge)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30969"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I am that feeling you get when things are too quiet&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You wonder if some thing is beyond that door&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You hear the creak in the floor board and the whoosh of the wind when I am near&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You see ghosts, ghouls and monsters when you close your eyes and go to sleep&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I am your fears at the back of your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;You pretend that is nothing there&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You feel the hot steam down the back of your neck&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You touch the medium that wasn&#8217;t there before&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You worry about what you said last night&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You cry for the things you&#8217;ll never hear, see, understand, know&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I am the wisp of doubt you keep for every one you meet&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You understand you are not a perfect person&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You say that nothing is wrong&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You dream that you may have a happily ever after&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You try to live a happy life yet it eludes you&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You hope for things to turn out right&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I am a dark cloud hovering over each individual waiting for some one to bring back the light&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30969</id>
    <published>2008-05-18T20:25:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T12:38:27Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Pirates of the Concrete Jungle</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30964"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Hey Dirk you got visual yet?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Not yet!&amp;#8221; we were in search of the gold driving in and out of alleys in between skyscrapers. Dirk was peeking his head out of the sunroof with a handgun and a pair of binoculars. When our car rose over a wave in the sea of traffic at the top of a hill,  BAM BAM  &amp;#8220;Scott I have more than visual! Their in the red Sedan&amp;#8221;  BAM  &amp;#8220;quick turn right  TURN RIGHT !&amp;#8221; as I turned a bullet smashed my cars mirror and dirk duck down into the car. &amp;#8220;Hey Scott their up head those Cobras won&amp;#8217;t get away with it this time.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;No they won&amp;#8217;t. I&amp;#8217;ll cut them off at Delancy Street. Just be ready to fire.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Roger that&amp;#8221; &lt;em&gt;ring ring&lt;/em&gt; &amp;#8220;darn cell phone. What?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Don&#8217;t what me especially after giving you second chance. Don&#8217;t forget how you made us a laughing stock. Any ways you got the gold yet.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Were in pursuit bye&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;hopefully the winds direction is in our favor. Right dirk.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Shut up and drive and keep your eyes peeled. I have this thing loaded and ready to go.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30964</id>
    <published>2008-05-18T18:54:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T17:46:52Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">my answers to a new random quiz. my answers are random too!</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30952"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. Have you ever dressed up as a member of the opposite gender for halloween?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;no i never saw the point i alaways found that as a boring idea.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2. Have you ever dropped something out of a window? (cars don&#8217;t count, you litterer)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;yes when a tv broke we tossed it out the secound story window for fun boy did it make a loud boom! p.s. it was not my idea&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3.  DO YOU  or  DO YOU NOT  play an instrument? If so, what?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;i sort of play an instrument i can play basic piano pieces.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4. IF you  DO INDEED  play and instrument,  IS IT THE TRUMPET  ?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;pre&gt;&lt;code&gt;no&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5. IF it  IS INDEED THE TRUMPET  , have you ever  EMPTIED YOUR SPIT VALVE OVER AND INNOCENT GIRL  &#8217;S  HEAD  ?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;no&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;6. What is the most valuable thing&#8230;&lt;br /&gt;...you have broken.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;i didn&amp;#8217;t exactly break it but it was ruined. i had a pokemon card worth 30 to 40 dollars and i accidentally spilt milk on it&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;7.Have you ever eaten a worm? (fried or otherwise)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;gotta love thos  GUMMY  worms!!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30952</id>
    <published>2008-05-18T17:38:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T09:30:35Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Calm Before the War</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30945"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Walking through the crowded train station I could see families bidding good byes to their loved ones.These were brave people, and not just the soldiers either it&amp;#8217;s their families as well.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;All troops Front and center!&amp;#8221; I waited for them to assemble, &amp;#8220;I&#8217;d like each of you to take a good look at the person next to you, because come tomorrow they may not be there any more. Dismissed!&amp;#8221; The clock just struck 1:00 &amp;#38; it was time to go.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Me and 250 soldiers boarded the trains to the unknown. As the train pulled away the crowd cheered. That is one thing I don&amp;#8217;t under stand, why would they cheer as we go to what will probably be our death?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;After an hour or so every one was settled. And we were nearing our destination but first we had to head through a small town. When I saw the town out in the distance I walked to the engine room to tell the engineer to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. But when I slid open the door he wasn&amp;#8217;t there just a quietly beeping piece of plastic.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Every one get dow!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30945</id>
    <published>2008-05-18T15:53:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-16T11:14:14Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Dig Dug (1980's video game challenge</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/27275"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;th.er..ar.mon.ste..s.do.n.re..&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;That was the last transmission we received from the station.&amp;#8221; said the captain, &amp;#8220;the only clue we have on how to destroy fight them is this footage.&amp;#8221; and he showed a video of two monsters biting a tire and exploding. &amp;#8220;So we will be arming you with an air pump and drill. That station is an investment and it needs protecting. Dismissed.&amp;#8221; and we marched to our capsules to be fired to port in the center of the earth.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Welcome to our station. But I must warn you that these are fierce the will chase you and their fast and the Frygars spit fire so be careful by them and rocks down here tend to fall as you go under them we dont want cave ins. good luck!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;There was a small tunnel to start out in. as I dug all I could see was the dirt in front of me until I intersected another tunnel, that&amp;#8217;s when I saw it. it was a Pooka a red ball with eyes. When it saw me a grabbed my pump and pressed the trigger. It inflated like a balloon and popped! From then on it was a piece of cake.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/27275</id>
    <published>2008-04-10T21:53:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-10T01:40:37Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Processed and Packaged Produce</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/27254"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;YEA,&amp;#8221; shouted Kathy&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Brenda, is there a clock around here?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Yes, its on the wall over there.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh I see it. Its 7:20.&amp;#8221; said Kathy jumping around again.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;7:20!&amp;#8221; me &amp;#38; Brenda exclaimed, &amp;#8220;The manager comes at 7:30! We&#8217;ll never make it back in time!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;There is one way you can.&amp;#8221; so we followed Brenda to a hallway, above which hung a sign that said Aisle 6. We peaked around the corner &amp;#38; along the floor of the aisle were a variety of strange looking products. They were all in boxes or cans. They were making strange noises unlike anything I&#8217;ve heard before. &amp;#8220;Its a strait shot to the veggies through here.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;But uh B-Brenda? W-what are those things?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Their processed foods. stories ive heard say that at one point they were produce like us. But then they were chopped up &amp;#38; mixed with chemicals &amp;#38; packaged. Ending up like that.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Taylor do we have to go through there? im scared &amp;#38; it doesn&amp;#8217;t seem safe.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;There has to be a way,&amp;#8221; I said as I looked around. &amp;#8220;Quick come here I have an idea.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/27254</id>
    <published>2008-04-10T18:35:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-20T17:26:11Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Middle of Everywhere (Part 2)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/27253"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I grew up in the big apple and the plane crashed on the way we were on the way to a school field trip in Florida. now im stranded with them, and it&amp;#8217;s not going well. All these people are completely different from each other and hate each other too! So I&#8217;m in the middle all the time.  I HATE BEING IN THE MIDDLE !!! Here&#8217;s how things stand right now moms hates me Angel hates me because I was &amp;#8220;stealing her man&amp;#8221; and Kyle keeps coming to me because he wants Angel so he hates me for saying there&#8217;s nothing I can do.Lastly Dan beats up Kyle on a regular basis.I lied here&#8217;s the last thing Dan wants Kimber who happens to be the only one I can stand.So for better or worse they all went their own ways each choosing a region leaving me in the middle&amp;#8230;literally.Angel chose the desert to work on her tan,Kyle called the rainforest to study the fauna,Dan took the ocean side to work out,so Kimber had the arctic because that all that was left leaving me in the central clearing to deal with them all.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/27253</id>
    <published>2008-04-10T18:01:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T04:06:54Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Hair, Eyes and ID's</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/26937"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It was 11:00pm when I entered my single apartment on the 23rd floor over looking mane st. the second the door shut I locked it. The room was silent except for the jingling of the many ID&amp;#8217;s hanging from the door. I have obtained many of them over the years. Each one has a different name and photo. You&#8217;d never think all those people were me.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;After checking that the window was locked, I went over to the closet and took a green box out. By then I was starting to feel drowsy from the days excitement I just brought the box with me to the bathroom. Every thing was blurry and more than usual. I hate color change contacts. That was the first thing I did in there was take them out to let some air get to my green eyes.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Now back to the box. I left it on the counter. When I opened it up there was a new mannequin head for my counter. I placed it next to my sink before taking the long brown wig off. As I took it off my black curly hair poofed up right away from the humidity. Then I heard a crash from downstairs.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/26937</id>
    <published>2008-04-07T01:07:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-06T09:55:58Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Big Bananas Don't Cry</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/26880"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What are you doing here?&amp;#8221; Brenda said drying her tears.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;We are looking to find out if were vegetables or fruit. You see both of us have seeds but other veggies don&amp;#8217;t.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Seeds?  GO AWAY !&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Why are you so upset at the mentioning of seeds?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m sick of seeds, the strawberries and apples keep laughing at me.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;But you&#8217;re a fruit you have seeds too don&amp;#8217;t you? Kathy! Stop jumping!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Sorry.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;No I don&amp;#8217;t. Bananas don&amp;#8217;t have seeds.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh I feel so bad for her&amp;#8221; said Kathy &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;d give her mine if I could.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Cheer up Kathy. You&#8217;re a big yellow ripe banana. Big bananas shouldn&amp;#8217;t cry over such things.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Yeah you could be like the little green one that told us you were up here.&amp;#8221; interrupted Kathy.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I feel better now thank you. But wait you said vegetables don&amp;#8217;t have seeds right? Then I might be a vegetable!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Hey Taylor can she come with us? Can she? Please!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Well,&amp;#8221; I was a little hesitant I was worried she would slow us down.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Please, please,&#8221; continued Kathy&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;OK&amp;#8221; I said.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/26880</id>
    <published>2008-04-06T13:38:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-06T12:16:48Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Tomato Meet Banana, Banana Meet Cucumber</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/26851"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Walter pointed us in the right direction and we were off.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Wow look at all the bananas,&amp;#8221; I said &amp;#8220;how do we know who is her.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;May I help you?&amp;#8221; we turned around to see a small green banana.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Yes where&amp;#8217;s Brenda we need to talk to her.&amp;#8221; Leave it to Kathy to jump to the point.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh she&#8217;s up there she hasn&amp;#8217;t came down in a few days she seemed kind of sad.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Ok thanks.&amp;#8221; to get up there we had to climb over a couple pineapples&amp;#8230;  OUCH ! Once at the top I called out.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Hello. Is Brenda there.&amp;#8221; no answer but I think I heard something move &amp;#8220;hello is anyone in there?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;No. &lt;em&gt;sniffle sniffle&lt;/em&gt; &amp;#8221; I motioned for Kathy to follow me as I jumped in to the hanging bowl. When we landed the bowl seemed to fall.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Whoa that was awesome!&amp;#8221; exclaimed Kathy as she jumped up and down.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Stop! You&#8217;re making me seasick. What is this thing any ways?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Its a scale.&amp;#8221; said a the yellow banana on the other side. I assumed it was Brenda.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Hi Brenda, I&#8217;m Taylor the tomato, and this is Kathy sorry if we scared you.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/26851</id>
    <published>2008-04-05T19:16:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-02T22:11:45Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>i live NYLSC</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/josie</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
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