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  <title>Living In Wonder Land &#9824;'s Stories</title>
  <subtitle>                    *Sunny side up much?*
Im a chartwheel away from the beach in a small little white house in Southern Cali. And to let you in on a secret, I couldn't do a chartwheel if my life depended on it, nor spell it. I get most of my inspiration from everyday life. Especially when Im out places. Borders is an absolute heaven to me when Im in an inspiration crisis. Right now writing is my life and what I believe will be my future. And to say the sad part, you ficleteers are the only ones who know I can write. Anyways feel free to talk to me, I dont bite!
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My Series!
The Manhattan Project with Nouvelle Bardot
_A fresh unique tale of two city girls, two internships, and two different personalities._
http://ficlets.com/stories/40595
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  <updated>2008-10-10T11:46:31Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Wealth</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/42381" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;As I stepped out of my therapist office I noticed how bland the streets seemed to look in the late day gloom. Tall buildings with the same style and look, circular lamp posts that had yet to share their light and most of all the grey cement pavements that happily kept up the sound of my click clacking heels. Joyina always made things seem bland after talking to her. Like shes some type of light sucker.I wouldnt be surprised if she stuck her tongue in a light socket for a mid afternoon power up. Joyina wasnt always that way. She used to be quite nice but I guess not everyone is the same after tragic incidents.&lt;br /&gt;Joyina used to live in Italy before her company made her leave. It was a black or white deal:leave or get grilled by law enforcement.&lt;br /&gt;She chose to leave.&lt;br /&gt;You see Joyina was money crazy to the point where money symbols seemed to replace her pupils. She embezzled money but thats the way most rich people become rich in big citys. Theres secrets behind every familys wealth.&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you hear mine.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/42381</id>
    <published>2008-09-20T01:42:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-10T11:46:31Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Living In Wonder Land &#9824;</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Break Up (Series with N555Champ)</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/40897" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Woah woah wait you guys broke up?&amp;#8221; My best friend Kelli Nelson asked me star struck.&lt;br /&gt;I leaned my head against my locker,&amp;#8221;Yes Kelli we broke up last night at 11:11, through text.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;She shook her head of brown hair,&amp;#8221;Im confused.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;We.Broke.Up.Last.Night.At.11:11.Through.Text.&amp;#8221; I said slowly pausing inbetween words.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Whaa?! Why?&amp;#8221; she asked feeling uninformed. &lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; and I were &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; couple. And us breaking up?, seemed literally impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I dont know Kelli.&amp;#8221; I said annyoned.&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes,&amp;#8221;Come on Jete.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I kicked the locker behind me,&amp;#8221;I dont want to talk about it ok?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Before she could respond I started my way down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Today would be a long day.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Too bad &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; is in my first, third, and fourth period classes.&lt;br /&gt;Can you say intresting??&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/40897</id>
    <published>2008-08-27T02:01:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-22T21:25:44Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Living In Wonder Land &#9824;</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Therapy Fight</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/40896" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I walked into the therapists office with a big smile as I tossed my blonde hair over my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I see your ego hasnt dropped down.&amp;#8221; My therapist, Miss Ellen said snootily.&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes,&amp;#8221;And I see you havent abided to my advice of working your thighs.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Now it was her turn to roll her eyes.&amp;#8221;So whats boosted that little blonde ego of yours?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh nothing really, you know just a small-&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;She cut me off,&amp;#8221;Get to the point blondie.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;The names Seri. And if you really want to know, which you probably dont. Woah wait how&amp;#8217;d you get a  PHD ?&amp;#8221; I said in a babble mode.&lt;br /&gt;She pointed to a framed diploma looking paper.&amp;#8221;It&amp;#8217;s not a fake and just spit it out already. Your gum will fall out faster then your words.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Here came an eye roll in her direction folks,&amp;#8221;I got an internship at Bella Magazine thank you very much.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh wow, so how long until you get fired? Do they call it fired when you recieve no pay?&amp;#8221; she said pursing her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;No but they do call that stuff on your leg cellulite.&amp;#8221; I replied fluttering my eyelashes.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/40896</id>
    <published>2008-08-27T01:53:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-25T17:57:30Z</updated>
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      <name>Living In Wonder Land &#9824;</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Grandma Nut and her Emergency Peanut Brittle. (Wierdest Dream Challenge)</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/40776" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What do you mean I fell down the stairs?!&amp;#8221; I shrieked at what seemed to be the live Grandma Nut from Candy Land.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled that peanut brittle smile,&amp;#8221;You had a concussion deary, but their aint nothing that cant be healed by Peanut Brittle.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;So your telling me on my first day of high school I fell down the stairs?&amp;#8221; I asked stunned, as the throb in my head returned.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Dont worry, Princess Lolly caught you, but you know how small that girl is.&amp;#8221; she said opening a box labeled Emergency PB.&lt;br /&gt;I blinked wildly,&amp;#8221;She dropped me?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Now the details dont matter. The peanut brittle has fixed you up quite nicely.&amp;#8221; she said smiling in her blue nurse outfit. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Woah, woah wait? You gave me peanut brittle?!&amp;#8221; I shrieked loudly a buzzing ringing in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;She nodded happily.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Im &lt;em&gt;allergic&lt;/em&gt; to peanuts.&amp;#8221; I said but before my anger could rise I felt my throat close up and my vision went black.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;I had a concussion &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; had an allergy attack on my first day.&lt;br /&gt;But heres the &lt;strong&gt;bright&lt;/strong&gt; side, it was &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;em&gt;dream&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/40776</id>
    <published>2008-08-25T03:20:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-22T23:53:48Z</updated>
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      <name>Living In Wonder Land &#9824;</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Little Sisters</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Carrie what are you doing with my mascara wand?&amp;#8221; I spat out angrily at my ten year old sister.&lt;br /&gt;She turned and gave me an innocent look,&amp;#8221;My fairy needed a wand and she didnt have one.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;So you use my mascara wand wheres the tube?&amp;#8221; I asked annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I threw it out I didnt think ya&amp;#8217;d want it.&amp;#8221; she said like this was an every day scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;You what!?&amp;#8221;I shrieked.&lt;br /&gt;Her face stiffened,&amp;#8221;Something crawled up your undies.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes,&amp;#8221;Arent you to old to play with dolls? I mean I dont see your friends ruining their sisters mascara so she can play barbies.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;She pursed her lips&amp;#8221;My friends dont have any sisters.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Arent they lucky.&amp;#8221;I muttered underneath my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Whatever.&amp;#8221;she replied. Since when did ten year olds get so spunky?&lt;br /&gt;I walked back into my room and pulled a box out of my dresser. I went back into the living room and tossed it at Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What is it?&amp;#8221;she asked surprised.&lt;br /&gt;I let out a sigh,&amp;#8221;A fairy wand, now go dig my mascara bottle out of the trash.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;She ran past me handing me my underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;Carrie!!!&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/40773</id>
    <published>2008-08-25T03:04:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-23T18:57:54Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Living In Wonder Land &#9824;</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">100th Ficlet Writing Exercise</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/40654" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So this will be my 100th ficlet and well I&amp;#8217;ve never done a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;So Im not actually going to judge this, im going to call it a writing exercise because there are way to many challenges going on right now.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So here what you have to do.&lt;br /&gt;We all know that the Olympics are going on. Write a story about you being in the Olymics.&lt;br /&gt;You can be any gender and you can chose any sport. And if you want to get really creative you can chose to write about yourself as someone who really is in the Olympics, like Michael Phelps.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So just have fun and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/40654</id>
    <published>2008-08-23T17:53:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-22T17:32:10Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Living In Wonder Land &#9824;</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Dream City (My Series with Nouvelle Bardot)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I walked back down the little pathway not quite knowing where I was going. I just wanted to scour the city. Even though this city gets to me there&amp;#8217;s something about it. Like the fact that it holds peoples dreams and fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;My mother came here for a dream. A fantasy that she couldnt get to work. She wanted to be an actress, she wanted to be known. Before my mother found out she was pregnant with me she almost scored a roll in a movie called Antiquity. She tried to hide her pregnancy but when the agency found out, they told her that she no longer got the job.&lt;br /&gt;My full name is Seri Antiquity Henderson. And to be honest I hate my middle name because to my mother its just a remembrance of how she lost her shot at fame. She stayed in New York though, and even though she wont admit it shes still looking for a second shot.&lt;br /&gt;But heres something &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; will admit, this city holds my dreams too.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/40649</id>
    <published>2008-08-23T17:06:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-22T09:41:44Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Aura Girl (My Series With Nouvelle Bardot)</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/40633" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ive been born and raised in New York city and even though it may seem like the ride of your life for some people who move here theres a whole differant back drop if you&amp;#8217;ve been &lt;em&gt;born&lt;/em&gt; here.&lt;br /&gt;Im Seri Henderson, you know, the little city girl that you read about in your favorite fiction books.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;Wow what a newbie she cant even slide her metro card.&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt; I though to myself as I walked up the small pathway. A blonde little girl was perfectly showing her how to use it. But there was something about this girl and her upside down metro card. Like the aura that people just have around them, come on you know what Im talking about. The one that just screams &lt;em&gt;you should be jealous of me&lt;/em&gt; yet the person is so humble that it&amp;#8217;d be a total opposite of their personality.&lt;br /&gt;Im from the Upper Eastside, just incase your wondering.&lt;br /&gt;The &amp;#8216;aura girl&amp;#8217; walked away aimlessy, didnt even give me once glance.&lt;br /&gt;Not like I wanted her to notice me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Besides Im &lt;em&gt;Seri Henderson&lt;/em&gt;, a beautiful individual.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd now I sound like my therapist.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/40633</id>
    <published>2008-08-23T04:32:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-18T05:47:37Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Living In Wonder Land &#9824;</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Play Structure Sister Hood</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/40560" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;How come I oddly feel like I should be part of the SisterHood of The Traveling Pants?&amp;#8221;Jete asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;Melina rolled her eyes&amp;#8221;Oh shutup Jete.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;You guys you guys no fighting&amp;#8221;I said sighing as I looked at their faces through the candle light from the candles lining our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Do you think this is weird that were sitting inside a play structure at 10 at night.&amp;#8221;Jete asked.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Come on Jete you know its our ritual.&amp;#8221;I said laughing as we all exchanged glances.&lt;br /&gt;Melinas sarcastic exterior broke into a smile&amp;#8221;Scared Jete?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Jetes never scared.&amp;#8221;I said laughing while recrossing my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Back to the ritual necklaces off!&amp;#8221;Jete said obviously annoyed at the banter.We unclatched our necklaces and placed them by our candles.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;We are gathered here tonight to make a wish at this honorary time.&amp;#8221;I said.&lt;br /&gt;Melina continued&amp;#8221;When we wear these necklaces you brought to us our wish will come true.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;We interlock hands to show unity the key to make wishes come true.&amp;#8221;Jete said. We closed our eyes knowing that the stars were falling.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/40560</id>
    <published>2008-08-22T02:34:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-20T04:30:38Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Break-Up Foods</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Are you aware that you just chugged an entire pitcher of chocolate milk?&amp;#8221; Bridgett asked me obviously slightly grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;I put down the pitcher,&amp;#8221;Yes Bridgett, I am fully and utterly aware that I just downed a gallon of chocolaty milk.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Dont deal with break-ups well?&amp;#8221; she asked me lightly.&lt;br /&gt;I heaved out a deep sigh,&amp;#8221;It&amp;#8217;s just a craving.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh come on Jedda. You never have cravings.&amp;#8221; Bridgett said rolling her eyes playfully.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s that time of the month?&amp;#8221; I said questioningly trying to find some excuse. She cocked her head to the side as I moved myself a little to left on the kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Will you hand me the milk and syrup?&amp;#8221; I asked her already knowing the answer. She chucked the syrup bottle at me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Jedaa!! Come on.&amp;#8221; she said frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Hey this is better then some girls break up foods.&amp;#8221; I said.&lt;br /&gt;She laughed,&amp;#8221;What like Ben&amp;#38;Jerrys?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Exactly. And besides chocolate milk is less calories.&amp;#8221; I said matter of factly.&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Eat your words!&amp;#8221; I said jokingly tossing the bottle back at her.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/40551</id>
    <published>2008-08-22T01:30:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-20T04:25:41Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Living In Wonder Land &#9824;</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">The JuJu Bracelet</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/40537" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&#8220;So your telling me you believe this little bracelet has powers?&#8221; My best friend Elise Case asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Its a juju Elise! It has powers.&#8221; I said excitedly shaking the bracelet in front of her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a confused look&#8221;Your crazy&#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Come on. I mean I find it on the side walk, then all of a sudden a television producer tells me I should audition for his new show! Your telling me this bracelet doseant have powers??&#8221; I asked her annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes&#8221;Theres &#8216;tv producers&#8217; everywhere in this city, and it&#8217;s probably just some little girls bracelet that she lost.&#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I could feel my nose scrunch up&#8221;Fine if you wont believe me I&#8217;ll have to show you.&#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;And how are you going to do that Audrey Juju?&#8221;she said sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;Now I was annoyed,&#8221;Fine wear the bracelet tomorrow and I bet you that Tommy Higgins will ask you out.&#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Tommy Higgins? &lt;em&gt;Tommy Higgins&lt;/em&gt;? Fine your on and if doseant happen youll shutup?&#8221; she asked her head cocked the side.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled satisfied and stuck my hand out she gave it a firm shake.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/40537</id>
    <published>2008-08-21T20:55:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-20T04:30:05Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Living In Wonder Land &#9824;</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Lebensgefahr</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/40530" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I tilted my head back feeling the sun caress my body. I closed my eyes listening to the wind rummage through my tangled hair and gripping the overly green grass. My serenity was dismissed by a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to face the worn locking person.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Hello?&amp;#8221; I said suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;The person gave me an awkward glance,&amp;#8221;Lebensgefahr.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;My eyes grew wide and round,&amp;#8221;Excuse me?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I come from the stream.&amp;#8221; he stated blandly.&lt;br /&gt;My face scrunched up with deep curiosity,&amp;#8221;So your an Egyptian.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;His eyes gave an confused light.&amp;#8221;This is the Fhar stream.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh, I see. Deep apology Stream Man.&amp;#8221;I said starting to play along.&lt;br /&gt;He turned around,&amp;#8221;Goodbye now.&amp;#8221; I turned my position to watch him. He stuck his feet into the stream as he sunk deeper and deeper. Once his body was fully gone I crawled toward the stream and stuck my finger in the water. It couldnt of been more then a rulers depth. I stuck my feet in the stream pounding the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Could you stop please?&amp;#8221; I heard a voice from down under call. I backed away slowly.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/40530</id>
    <published>2008-08-21T20:27:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-20T04:27:29Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Living In Wonder Land &#9824;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/livin_in_wonder_land</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Pearl Harbor</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/40522" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Gusts of wind blew gently through the harbor as the sound of faint buzzing grew nearer. If only we knew we would be attacked, if only we knew that those heartless submarines were waiting for us. Waiting to know that the shed of American blood would begin. I gripped the wooden post next to me admiring the harbor, and its once serene nature. The sight of aircrafts came into view as their buzzing became the defiant sound of death. If only I knew they were planning to bomb us. The first bomb gave a heart shattering crash. Then more fell, aimlessly killing thousands. My eyes grew large, the fear for my country growing and my mobility fading. Then more soul crunching sounds came as I witnessed our very own ship getting beaten by torpedos. The mass of those oversized bullets pounding into our ship was a sight to fear. My feet were stuck, my vision going blurry. The next memory was waking up underground surrounded by strangers, covered in blood. The scratchy buzz of the radio sending me off into a fearful sleep.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/40522</id>
    <published>2008-08-21T19:45:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-20T04:28:14Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Living In Wonder Land &#9824;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/livin_in_wonder_land</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Ease Dropping (Starbucks Challenge)</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/39878" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It was my first day on the job and so far within the ten minutes of my shift I found out that this job has much more potential then you think. I breathed in the deep aroma of coffee as I wiped the whip cream off my hands and onto my green apron. A young couple was sitting at a table, the girl looked totally heart broken and even though it was none of my business I couldnt help but ease drop.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What are you talking about your going morman?&amp;#8221; the flowery girl asked.&lt;br /&gt;He rolled his eyes,&amp;#8221;No um, Im just saying if I had two girlfriends I&amp;#8217;d be uh more responsible.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;But Im Im Catholic.&amp;#8221;she said stuttering. I felt bad for the poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Then its over. Your being unreasonable.&amp;#8221;the jerk said standing up from the table and heading toward the door. I grabbed a piece of marble cake from the bin and headed toward her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I kind of overheard the whole thing. And well Im sorry.&amp;#8221; I said handing her the cake.&lt;br /&gt;Within seconds the flowery girl was sitting on my lap hugging me sobbing into my apron and wiping her eyes with the cake.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/39878</id>
    <published>2008-08-14T18:30:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-12T14:49:53Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Living In Wonder Land &#9824;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/livin_in_wonder_land</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Figure (Starts With, Ends With Challenge)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The crazy thing about this is that he knows me like the back of his hand. We had just met and its like he read a book on me. When he would talk he would say the same thing I would think.&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#8217;s like he&amp;#8217;s in my mind reading my endless thoughts. Memorizing my questions and feelings over certain subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was he a mind reader?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was this love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the strangest thing happened yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;he came up to me and asked me about the picture I took yesterday. I was alone yesterday in my back yard taking pictures. But I remember seeing a figure and sensing a pair of eyes on me, and them when I turned around and took a snapshot of where I felt the eyes there was a black figure in the background but when i developed the film&amp;#8230;...&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind I&amp;#8217;ve written too much.&lt;br /&gt;And thats all I have to say about that.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/39663</id>
    <published>2008-08-12T20:45:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-11T12:47:26Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Living In Wonder Land &#9824;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/livin_in_wonder_land</uri>
    </author>
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