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  <title>Luuvvxiz_90's Stories</title>
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  <updated>2008-08-18T17:54:57Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Paper Weights on My Heart</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/38184" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Funny how a guy you really don&amp;#8217;t know can twist your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Make you grasp for any attention he might give.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping, praying that he might like you.&lt;br /&gt;But then you get that punch in the face when you hear through the grape-vine that he has gone with the other.&lt;br /&gt;Making you plunge into a pit of sickening dread and despair &lt;br /&gt;Thinking why wasn&amp;#8217;t I good enough for him to even notice me?&lt;br /&gt;God why is it so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Then later you find that he has no idea what he wants and simply is lost. &lt;br /&gt;I think i could help him find it but i never get that chance.&lt;br /&gt;and it sits like a paper weight on my heart never letting my heart up and fly away with another.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/38184</id>
    <published>2008-07-23T15:29:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-18T17:54:57Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Luuvvxiz_90</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Random Ramblings 5</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Why do we &amp;#8220;Crunch Numbers&amp;#8221; ?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I mean that is simply rude. Those digits didn&amp;#8217;t one darn thing to you. Are you just a number hater?&lt;br /&gt; Ya know, most people have a favorite number or a lucky number, so what wrong with those particular numbers? Did they come in the middle of the night and steal your precious rare golden spoon collection? Or did they ruin your score on the  SAT &amp;#8217;s ?...&lt;br /&gt;Well you probablly did that to yourself (Coughs loudly..)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooways&amp;#8230;.&lt;br /&gt;By they way why do the numbers have to be crunched? Why not munched or chewed or even massaged? &lt;br /&gt;Why something so absolutly uncomfortable, (to the numbers that is.)?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So Why do we Crunch Numbers?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/38180</id>
    <published>2008-07-23T15:10:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-21T06:54:00Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Luuvvxiz_90</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">My Name Is Elena -2</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Dresses who&amp;#8217;s brilliant idea was that? I mean seriously all you have to do is sit the wrong way and then everyone on the planet gets to have a good look at your bloomers. I know scandolous! My aunt would die from shock. But maybe that would not be such a bad thing. Hmmm should think of that if I ever see her again&amp;#8230; Alright, Lets see&amp;#8230;. clothes. Right this is going to be tricky. First I&amp;#8217;ll take my dress off and then try to make a mad dash to the keep so that i can try and borrow permanatly some clothes. hope the cabin boy and i are the same size&amp;#8230;.Ready set  RUUUUNNN !!!!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/37973</id>
    <published>2008-07-21T17:18:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-18T17:55:33Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Luuvvxiz_90</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">My Name Is Elena</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My boots were filled with water because i leapt from one of the newest ships on the high seas. My name is Elena Justinian. I am running away. Lately that seems to be what my life consists of; running. First from my evil Aunt Katarina she insisted that I pursue hideous Albert Kingston. He is the mayors son but he is famous for hitting his girlfriends so I ran to my only comfort the ocean and the beautiful ships that sail over them. Unfortunatly when I snuck onto the Dreamer i didnt realise that they were about to cast off. Being that i was so upset i never noticed that the ship was starting to rock and float out of the harbor. I had been crying so hard that i simply fell asleep from exhaustion. When I finally woke up and i looked around i almost screamed. It was dark and the wind was picking up and then i realised with a sickening thud in my chest i was on the ship that i had simply meant to explore. &amp;#8220;Now what?&amp;#8221; was the frist thing i thought to myself. &amp;#8220;Well for one thing i can&amp;#8217;t stay in this stupid dress.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/28193</id>
    <published>2008-04-21T14:00:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-19T19:20:17Z</updated>
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      <name>Luuvvxiz_90</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Under With You</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Wash up on my shore and save me&lt;br /&gt;take me under with you.&lt;br /&gt;The sun has dried me out&lt;br /&gt;and i need to go under with you.&lt;br /&gt;Walk in the shifting sand &lt;br /&gt;then take me under with you.&lt;br /&gt;On to another watery bed&lt;br /&gt;I will go under with you.&lt;br /&gt;You send the waves that bring me joy&lt;br /&gt;Far under I&amp;#8217;ll go with you.&lt;br /&gt;Our names in sand will be gone&lt;br /&gt;us too when i go under with you.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your face gives me life &lt;br /&gt;when i go under with you.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24276</id>
    <published>2008-03-12T16:24:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-08T12:41:09Z</updated>
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      <name>Luuvvxiz_90</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Will You?</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Abandoned &lt;br /&gt;Old &lt;br /&gt;Forgotten &lt;br /&gt;Ugly &lt;br /&gt;So many bad names for something with such strength.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought that a house was a  HOME ?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in this house there lived a wealthy man who owned rare jewels. Maybe a family of ten lived there. Maybe a spinster sister lived waiting for her prince charming but only finding another kitten to feed. Judging someone by thier looks is one of the first things we may do. Its just our nature. &lt;br /&gt;But before you say a word think&amp;#8230;.&lt;br /&gt;That abandoned,old,forgotten, ulgy house is still standing. &lt;br /&gt;and in 100 years will you?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-12T16:10:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T07:30:30Z</updated>
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      <name>Luuvvxiz_90</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">That Road</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Down a long and winding pathway &lt;br /&gt;I want to walk &lt;br /&gt;Go far away.&lt;br /&gt;So far my only friends are trees&lt;br /&gt;thier lovely leaves &lt;br /&gt;swaying in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;I relax and let things go&lt;br /&gt;where this path leads &lt;br /&gt;i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;But i know one thing is for sure &lt;br /&gt;it&amp;#8217;s that your not here &lt;br /&gt;so everything is pure.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-12T15:53:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-07T08:50:11Z</updated>
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      <name>Luuvvxiz_90</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">A Cage</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A cage &lt;br /&gt;Not made of any metal &lt;br /&gt;but stronger than any prison.&lt;br /&gt;This small cage witholds prisoners that want out&lt;br /&gt;They bang and heave on the walls &lt;br /&gt;They scratch at the lock &lt;br /&gt;This lock can not be opened&lt;br /&gt;but the one who hold the key&lt;br /&gt;But the key seems lost &lt;br /&gt;at sea&lt;br /&gt;a sea of memories&lt;br /&gt;These memories toss and turn like an endless storm&lt;br /&gt;so god will you find my key?&lt;br /&gt;to unlock my heart,&lt;br /&gt;to realease my real emotions,&lt;br /&gt;so this cage will be rattled no more?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20281</id>
    <published>2008-02-06T16:11:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-03T22:53:41Z</updated>
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      <name>Luuvvxiz_90</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">I Thought...</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I thought i was strong &lt;br /&gt;but strength comes in numbers&lt;br /&gt;I thought i could deal&lt;br /&gt;but my life isn&amp;#8217;t a card game&lt;br /&gt;I thought i would stop &lt;br /&gt;but the green light was steady&lt;br /&gt;I thought you cared&lt;br /&gt;but you only care about yourself&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were man enough &lt;br /&gt;but man is imperfect&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were truthful &lt;br /&gt;but your lies came up&lt;br /&gt;I thought you loved my eyes &lt;br /&gt;but you couldn&amp;#8217;t look at them &lt;br /&gt;I thought only earthquakes could shake things up&lt;br /&gt;but it seems i can too&lt;br /&gt;i thought love could slip away &lt;br /&gt;but love will stick forever&lt;br /&gt;I thought&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;but i don&amp;#8217;t think i should.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20280</id>
    <published>2008-02-06T16:07:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-03T23:36:28Z</updated>
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      <name>Luuvvxiz_90</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">A Baby-Sitter's Inspiration</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/19661" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;There is no other feeling in the world than to see a smile on a childs face and know that you put it there. &lt;br /&gt;There is no other joy than to know that you made that child&amp;#8217;s whole day.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other warmth than being kissed on the cheek by a little one.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other love than the funny little pictures that they draw for you. &lt;br /&gt;There is no other peace knowing that when they put their tiny hand in yours that they are safe.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other completeness knowing that you have made a difference in their life.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-01-30T16:57:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T16:02:04Z</updated>
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      <name>Luuvvxiz_90</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">What is freedom?</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/19660" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Is it really freemdom when you can&amp;#8217;t fly on your own?&lt;br /&gt;or is it really freedom when you can say things you want but then have them critisized? Is it really freedom when you are in your own home and have to lock the doors ? Is it really freedom when you express your feelings and then someone says that&amp;#8217;s not how you should feel? Is it really freedom when you have to keep a secret? Is it really freedom if you can&amp;#8217;t defy gravity? Is it really freedom if you can&amp;#8217;t live underwater?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/19660</id>
    <published>2008-01-30T16:49:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T02:12:37Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Luuvvxiz_90</name>
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    <title type="text">Random Ramblings 4</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Why do people say his name is mud?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;How could a name be muddy? I mean it&amp;#8217;s not like our names are little piggies and like to go rolling in the mud. But you never know&amp;#8230; maybe in the middle of the night our names take the night off and go cruising through the muddy banks of who knows where. Or if you switch it around and you say that his mud is name then it really gives you something to think about. For instance how could mud have a name. Doesn&amp;#8217;t it already have a name- mud? Come on spell it with me M- U-D. See it wasn&amp;#8217;t that hard was it?&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe someday my Name will explain it all to me.(you know when i&amp;#8217;m a little older, and all that jazz.)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Well till i&amp;#8217;m old enough to understand&amp;#8230;.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Why do people say his name is mud?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/18197</id>
    <published>2008-01-12T01:03:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-06T15:53:35Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Luuvvxiz_90</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">My Name is Larry</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/18160" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hi my name is Larry &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not a berry &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;m dumb&lt;br /&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t listen to my mom-mom&lt;br /&gt;(Larry&amp;#8217;s mom-mom: Larry you are a disgrace!)&lt;br /&gt;(Larry: Humph!)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-01-11T19:26:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-07T15:02:02Z</updated>
    <author>
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    <title type="text">Random Ramblings 3</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Why do people say at the crack of dawn?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Why does dawn have a crack? When someone says the word crack a lot of things come to mind like: 1 sidewalks &lt;br /&gt;2 eggs 3 bones and of course butts! Okay, to get off of that subject. I don&amp;#8217;t know about you, but i think that something that is supposed to be so important to our day (a.k.a. Dawn) should have a crack in it could be scary. I wonder if one of these mornings we will wake up and see some aliens coming through the crack in our dawn trying to take our cows for experiments. Hopefully for burgers sakes that may never happen.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So why do people say at the crack of dawn?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/18159</id>
    <published>2008-01-11T19:23:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-08T03:08:14Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Random Ramblings 2</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Why do we say the apple of someones eye?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Apples are good but come on now they arent that great to look at! If i am forced to look at a piece of fruit then i think i&amp;#8217;d want to look at something more interesting like a&amp;#8230; oh i dont know a&amp;#8230; pineapple. then again, the word pineapple has the word apple in it too. so maybe i&amp;#8217;d look at something like a kamquat! yeah thats it! kamquats seem like a fruit that could occupy a lot of someone&amp;#8217;s time. Dont you? But i think that comparing someone or something you love, like or admire seems dumb to me? Ah oh well.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Why DO we say the apple of someones eye?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/17983</id>
    <published>2008-01-09T17:40:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-08T03:19:23Z</updated>
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      <name>Luuvvxiz_90</name>
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