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  <title>KasumiRose's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>Well, I'm a college student majoring in Art and Technology. 

http://stevens.facebook.com/profile.php?id=47701795

That pretty much says it all
</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-13T21:01:54Z</updated>
  <id>http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/kasumirose</id>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">In A Moment </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30411"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So have you ever had that moment? That one moment where you realize that inspite of everything you&amp;#8217;ve read and heard. Despite everything the movies, books and songs tell you Life isn&amp;#8217;t a box of chocolates or bowl of cherries. Where you realize that life is complicated and messy. Where you realize that you can&amp;#8217;t have everything and sometimes things just don&amp;#8217;t work out no matter how much you try. Where you realize that no matter how good your intentions are it can still blow up in your face. Where you realize that even things that feel right at the moment can turn out to be mistakes. Where you realize that sometimes there really isn&amp;#8217;t anything you can do. Where you realize that he is flawed and has issues he needs to work out. Where you realize that ultimately you&amp;#8217;ll have to save yourself. Where you realize that chocolate tastes so good because its bad for you. Where you realize that the ones who won&amp;#8217;t stand by you don&amp;#8217;t deserve you. Where you realize that life is crazy in the best and worst ways.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30411</id>
    <published>2008-05-13T21:01:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T21:01:54Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Spring Thaw</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/27410"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It was that first warm day after the snows had melted. the flowers and trees began to bud as the birds sang. She opened the windows wide and breathed in the fresh spring air. Seeing the world bright and fresh gave her new hope and she couldn&amp;#8217;t help, but smile a little despite still feeling the twinges of loss. She streched out her arms to the sun.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She slipped on a yellow floral dress and decided to enjoy the sunshine in the park. The walk there was peaceful and quiet offering her time to reflect.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;#8217;m lucky I don&amp;#8217;t have alergies. It leaves me free to enjoy sunny days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It&amp;#8217;s funny how something as simple as a sunny day can lift your spirits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She smiled and watched as the river sparkled in the sunlight. Each little thing seemed a gift of nature to cherish.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It&amp;#8217;s true I need to cherish my joys while I have them. If nothing else, he taught me that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She sighed and continued to watch as the children played.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Amy&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She turned at the sound of that voice. It was him.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/27410</id>
    <published>2008-04-12T18:04:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-16T02:07:48Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Waiting Room </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/27238"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Once more she found herself in the polished hallways with the flourescent lights. The doctors and nurses all rushed by in their white and turquoise uniforms. She had been waiting for an hour maybe two now. she sighed to herself and stared out the window at the crescent moon.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It&amp;#8217;s getting worse. He won&amp;#8217;t last much longer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She shut her eyes tight against the tears forming.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO!&lt;/em&gt; she screamed in her head&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She hated this. Hated these periods when he was being seen and she was left to worry and wonder. This was his fifth episode since being diagnosed three years ago. It never became easier wondering if her husband would survive or not. Lately, she had been taking walks to the river while he napped. The river they both used to go sailing on when they were young and he was healthy. She was always back before he woke.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Mrs. Jones?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Yes?&amp;#8221; she answered &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;He&amp;#8217;s stable right now&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Thank you&amp;#8221; she replied&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;When the doctor left. She went to the bathroom and for the first time in a long while she cried.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/27238</id>
    <published>2008-04-10T14:47:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-08T16:09:44Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Hitsuzen </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/26429"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ayumi hummed as she swept the leaves from the shrine steps. Her scarlet hakama swished around her gently. She smiled happily- very soon the cherry blossoms would bloom and she would have to prepare for the matsuri to celebrate the coming of spring. Mentally she began reveiwing the list of duties that would need be done to before the day of the festival. &lt;br /&gt;It was hard work sometimes being a shrine maiden, but it was the duty passed down in her family for over a hundred years. She paused suddenly as she sensed a dark aura approaching. &lt;br /&gt;In the woods she heard a a soft growl. Before she could react, a creature with horns and dirt brown skin emerged from the forest. He was about six foot five and looked as if he had been formed from rocks.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Oni!&amp;#8221; she gasped &lt;br /&gt;It lunged toward her. She dodged as fast as she could then quickly began chanting. She struck the demon with a talisman and he desintegrated into dust. Then suddenly she heard a groan. There on the ground was an injured young man.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/26429</id>
    <published>2008-03-31T15:52:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-30T00:58:47Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Bibliophilia </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/25761"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;She pushed through the round glass doors and breathed in the familiar scent of coffee mixed with ink. A smile spread across her face as a giddy feeling spread across her body. She stared at the rows and rows of books waiting to be explored. Her fingers itched at the thought of cracking one open and escaping into its world.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She strode to coffee counter and ordered a vanilla latte. she settled for a while and observed others as they browsed amongst the magazines and self help books. Finally after finishing her drink she slipped into the fiction section.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Her eyes scanned the spines and skimed the titles. She reached out and grabbed a bright blue one and began reading the synopsis. Her interest piqued she begins thumbing through the book. Eventually she decideds not to get caught up and repeats the process with another book. Over and over brushing the surface of worlds and tantilizing herself with bits and pieces of stories. She loses herself and begins to dream.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/25761</id>
    <published>2008-03-24T21:22:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-22T10:07:33Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Because I Love You </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/25671"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;And I storm away again. More dissapointment- more pain as I wipe away the tears. I loved you. I still love you. But I guess that&amp;#8217;s the problem. I can&amp;#8217;t face that your feelings changed. We never speak anymore, because I don&amp;#8217;t want to be reminded of how you no longer love me. I don&amp;#8217;t want to be reminded of what I can&amp;#8217;t have. You&amp;#8217;ve already left and the door shuts with a thud. I fall on the bed and cry for the tenth time in as many weeks. I cry remembering how we laughed. I remember how I felt I could be myself around you. I cry remembering the guitar hero marathons and times when you held me close. I cry remembering songs we used to sing. Everything that calls you to mind-all our mutual friends add to the ache and loss in my heart. You&amp;#8217;re no longer here and that&amp;#8217;s enough to make me curse all my precious memories. We were perfect friends, and if I had never loved you I might not have lost you this way. But our friendship lies in ruin all because I love you.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/25671</id>
    <published>2008-03-24T00:40:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-22T13:31:16Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Galaxian (Arcade Challenge)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/24525"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;There&amp;#8217;s so many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Lieutenant Caleb Piers thought as he gunned his fighter to the left. His fingers hit a steady staccato as the laser cannon fired into the oncoming alien fleet. Three more exploded with a bang. &lt;br /&gt;Then he swerved to avoid two oncoming missles.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; Hah too fast for you&amp;#8221; he taunted at the green and red firefly like ships.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He then fired a steady stream of lasers while dodging to avoid more oncoming bombs, and watched as five more ships went super nova before his eyes.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost have them&lt;/em&gt; he thought&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He pulled a fast aerial and quickly zapped the final three ships.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awesome all that&amp;#8217;s left is the mother ship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;But unfortunately that ship had noticed too. The two pilots gunned for him with their engines full blast.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;So it&amp;#8217;s a chase you want&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Caleb leaned on the controls performing a complicated series of loops and zig zags. Barely breathing as he lined the ship in his cross hairs, he fired.  BOOM ! It went up in fireworks.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Wooo&amp;#8221; Caleb smiled&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Then the reinforcements arrived&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24525</id>
    <published>2008-03-14T18:11:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-13T09:34:02Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Worth Waiting </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/23961"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I shivered as a breeze blew across me. Just as the shivers stopped someone wrapped a wool blanket around my shoulders.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;You should have brought a heavier coat,&amp;#8221; he says helpfully &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;The weather man said it would only go down to the 50&amp;#8217;s&amp;#8221; I argued&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He simply smiled. I feigned a punch.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Waiting in this line was your idea anyway,&amp;#8221; I mumbled &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;But it&amp;#8217;s the third installment. I just had to get this one. There were rumors about a completely moded combat system and sick graphics engine,&amp;#8221; he began rambling.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I smiled. When he finally stopped to catch his breath I gave him a little kiss.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;re so cute,&amp;#8221; I laughed. &lt;br /&gt;He pulled me close against him.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Thanks for waiting with me,&amp;#8221; he said &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I wanted to,&amp;#8221; I answered&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;And I did. Four hours and two cups of coffee later,he finally got the game. He was so excited. Seeing him so glad made it worth the cold and long lines. Afterall I love my crazy gamer boyfriend. Besides I couldn&amp;#8217;t wait to kick his butt in versus mode.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23961</id>
    <published>2008-03-10T04:12:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T15:31:53Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Character Generator </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/23833"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Many writers claim that the characters are more in control of the story than the writers themselves. To this end here&amp;#8217;s a little not-a-challenge. I&amp;#8217;ll give you three character profiles and lets see what kind of ficlets you can generate from them. Choose one or try to do all three in one shot. Multiple ficlets are allowed, but remain true to the characters.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Emily Vance &lt;br /&gt;Emily was a quiet and kind child. She was orphaned at age 6. While the mistress of the orphanage treats her well, the other children shun her because Emily posseses telekinetic powers and the ability to speak with ghosts.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Evelyn Marzi&lt;br /&gt;Charismatic and optimistic Evelyn grew up in a sheltered Virginia town, with parents who didn&amp;#8217;t quite understand her. After graduation she rushed to the big city and gets caught up in the Harlem Renaissance. A fledgling flapper, her niavete tends to get her in trouble.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Lailah &lt;br /&gt;Calculating and cheerful, she journeys across Rowenia with her two friends in search of treasure and a good time. She&amp;#8217;s half elf.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23833</id>
    <published>2008-03-09T01:28:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T17:30:28Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">As Moths to Flames </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/22927"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I want to be reborn as a moth in the next life,&amp;#8221; she stated&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He simply wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest, unphased.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Why a moth?&amp;#8221; he wondered&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Because it&amp;#8217;s so much simpler for them. They&amp;#8217;re drawn to this light and they go for it. They never question whether or not they should or worry about the consequences. They just know something is drawing them and they follow it. It&amp;#8217;s the most passionate existence I can think of.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He smiled and gently kissed the back of her neck and nuzzled her hair.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;But sometimes passion isn&amp;#8217;t really happiness,&amp;#8221; he answered&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;It is for moths,&amp;#8221; she argued&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Silence as she watched a couple more moths flutter around the bulb.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;But if you were a moth around a light bulb you would never reach your light. It would be a futile existence,&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;But I don&amp;#8217;t think I would care.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He pondered for a second.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I would rather you were a firefly,&amp;#8221; he decided&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Why?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;So you and I would be able to find eachother easier,&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;And she kissed him in agreement.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/22927</id>
    <published>2008-03-01T02:47:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-30T14:58:38Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Enduring </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21253"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Honey could you please come into the room?&amp;#8221; she said &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Yes, what&amp;#8217;s wrong?&amp;#8221; he replied&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He strode in with a concerned look. It had already been six months since the clinic had discharged her, but it seemed he was still worried for her sake.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Nothing,&amp;#8221; she replied&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Then she turned and picked up a bottle.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;This is the last of the antidepressants,&amp;#8221; she replied&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Do you want me to run out and get more?&amp;#8221; he asked&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;No, I wanna stop. I feel strong enough now,&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;But Dr.-&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;The doctor says it&amp;#8217;s okay too. Before, I felt I wasn&amp;#8217;t strong enough to get well on my own. Now I feel I can, because you believed in me. I want to rely on my own strength- for myself and for you. I want to be stronger so I can stand by you,&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I believed in you because you&amp;#8217;ve always been strong to me.&amp;#8221; he replied and then he leaned down and kissed her.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I love you,&amp;#8221; she breathed&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m so grateful I get to love you,&amp;#8221; he answered&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;They held eachother as if they would never let go.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21253</id>
    <published>2008-02-15T00:10:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T09:51:58Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Hope on Valentines Day </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21227"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Caroline was pretty sure that was the hundreth shiny red heart she&amp;#8217;d seen today. Where did they all come from? And what did they do the other 364 days of the year? Part of her regretted coming out today. It was pretty much the one day of the year you couldn&amp;#8217;t go anywhere without being reminded of of love.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Ah yes elusive love. She was one tub of ice cream and weepy romantic movie marathon away from giving up on love entirely. It all started out well and decent with smiles, flowers and laughs, but it always seems to end with her heart in pieces and her apartment a wreck. She sighed.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really love isn&amp;#8217;t worth the damage it does to my sanity, thighs and apartment.&lt;/em&gt; she said to herself&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She tried to ignore another happy couple passing by her.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I wanted was to go to the bar and have a few drinks with some friends. Without being reminded every five seconds that I&amp;#8217;m single&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She finally reached it and settled on a stool. Suddenly a guy at the bar smiled at her.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe one more try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21227</id>
    <published>2008-02-14T20:20:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-15T18:07:31Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">And the Winner is....</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21219"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Well thank you to those of you who participated. I supposed we can continue taking entries until midnight, but if I were to declare a winner right now it would be;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Uselessness for Facebook Romance.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s a highly amusing, cute and concise take on the state of relationships within the digital age. So Yay for Uselessness&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21219</id>
    <published>2008-02-14T19:10:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T20:52:13Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Waking Dreams </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20744"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s early, but I&amp;#8217;m not really tired. The blankets and sheets are wrapped around me in the way I like best, but they don&amp;#8217;t feel anything like his arms. I remember the dream I awoke from. A dream about him. With my eyes closed I can see his smile. I can almost hear his voice whisper my name. I want to be by his side just to see him smile just to hear him laugh. I believe that if I have that then nothing else can hurt me. But he&amp;#8217;s not here. He probably never will be here. But I keep wishing. I keep hoping that somehow someway he&amp;#8217;ll be my miracle. And honestly I can&amp;#8217;t explain it. I just feel in my heart that he is the one who could make me happiest. I know that I&amp;#8217;m young and that there is a world out there waiting for me. Somehow though I can&amp;#8217;t stop dreaming of him. There are a thousand dreams and a thousand things to love about life, but he&amp;#8217;s the only thing in my heart and mind. I snuggle back into the pillow, and reset the alarm. I&amp;#8217;m hopelessly in love with him. And so I keep dreaming.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20744</id>
    <published>2008-02-10T20:17:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T14:40:53Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Love and Loss (Six Words Challenge) </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20633"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s over&amp;#8221;. Time passes. Pain dulls&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I won&amp;#8217;t forget I loved you&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I can change&amp;#8221; &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s too late&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Hmm do contractions count as one word?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20633</id>
    <published>2008-02-09T21:35:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-10T21:17:01Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>KasumiRose</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/kasumirose</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
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