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  <title>Misheru O'ku's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>I recently decided to start writing again.  My quixotic ambition is to eventually become a writer on a full-time basis, thus here I am. This will serve as an experimental portfolio of my work. I hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I enjoy writing it.  Feedback is always welcomed as I am always looking to improve.

-M.O.

Quotes that keep me writing . . . 

&amp;quot;However great a man&#8217;s natural talent may be, the act of writing cannot be learned all at once.&amp;quot; &#8211; Jean Jacques Rousseau

&amp;quot;You have to write a million words before you find your voice as a writer.&amp;quot; &#8211; Henry Miller

&amp;quot;You can&#8217;t wait for inspiration.  You have to go after it with a club.&amp;quot;  &#8211; Jack London

&amp;quot;Having imagination, it takes you an hour to write a paragraph that, if you were unimaginative, would take you only a minute.  Or you might not write the paragraph at all.&amp;quot; &#8211; George Herbert
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  <updated>2008-07-21T08:43:43Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Proposal (Haiku)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/35696"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A platinum ring&lt;br /&gt;Strewn with sapphires &amp;#38; diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Will you marry me?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/35696</id>
    <published>2008-06-28T14:49:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-21T08:43:43Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/moku</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Unhappy Employee's Song</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/35695"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;Is where I would like to be&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Anywhere but sitting in this chair&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the boss pull his hair&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Anywhere but at this desk&lt;br /&gt;Staring at my computer screen&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Anywhere but in the office&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my pathetic peers chatter&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Anywhere, absolutely, anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;Is where I would rather be&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/35695</id>
    <published>2008-06-28T14:46:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-20T21:01:52Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/moku</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Belated Quarter Life Crisis</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/35694"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;When one becomes complacent&lt;br /&gt;about life.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What to do,&lt;br /&gt;When all has been accomplished?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Undergraduate and graduate school completed.&lt;br /&gt;Good job.&lt;br /&gt;Good family.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Set more goals?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Do what exactly?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I asked myself.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I find that lack of challenging work&lt;br /&gt;And sitting in a cube&lt;br /&gt;Has me just wanting to float on by,&lt;br /&gt;Following the career current that will &lt;br /&gt;Push me through life.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;My thoughts wander to how,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to quit my corporate job,&lt;br /&gt;And become a writer,&lt;br /&gt;But that&amp;#8217;s not going to fly,&lt;br /&gt;When you have bills to pay.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;But I can always dream, right?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/35694</id>
    <published>2008-06-28T14:43:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-20T03:45:29Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/moku</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">This is Just to Say</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/29050"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This is just to say. . .&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m sorry I threw your stuff out the window. Specifically, your records, DJ equipment, CDs, iPod, clothes, and whatever else appeared to be yours. It just seemed like a good idea at the time, when I found out you were having sex with that slut next door.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;On second thought, I really don&amp;#8217;t regret it at all. And I think I&amp;#8217;m going to also key your car . . . and call your mother. I&amp;#8217;ll tell her about all the pot you smoked, how you dropped out of school, and used the money she sent you for tuition to buy your drugs and booze.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll be gone by the time you&amp;#8217;ve discovered what I&amp;#8217;ve done and the only thing you&amp;#8217;ll have to remember me by is this note, if you even remember me at all. Because I also came to find out, you have many more whores than you know what to do with. Good luck guessing which one did this and left this note.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Your Darling Ex-girlfriend(s)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/29050</id>
    <published>2008-05-01T01:35:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-31T01:14:29Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/moku</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Excerpt from a diary of today's career woman</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/29040"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Women in the corporate world are seen as dispensable rather than as long term investments. Men assume they will leave once kids are in the picture and that their goals include becoming trophy wives.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Men don&amp;#8217;t acknowledge that sometimes we are the bread winners, the ones who support the household, the ones who also like to drive sports cars, and are driven and ambitious.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#8217;s completely ignored, until women become one of them. By becoming sterile, an unemotional drone with dollar signs in their eyes, divorced, and alone.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/29040</id>
    <published>2008-05-01T00:53:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-27T19:40:44Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/moku</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">EXIT (Haiku)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/28917"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Above the entrance . . .&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Illuminated in green . . .&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;In big bold letters . . .&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/28917</id>
    <published>2008-04-29T17:06:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-28T14:50:33Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/moku</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Wash and Blow-dry</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/28906"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I love the smell&lt;br /&gt;Of just washed hair&lt;br /&gt;The clean scent&lt;br /&gt;The way it shines &lt;br /&gt;Falls on my face&lt;br /&gt;Comforts me&lt;br /&gt;Still warm&lt;br /&gt;From the blow-dryer&amp;#8217;s heat&lt;br /&gt;A blanket over my head&lt;br /&gt;Tucked behind my ears&lt;br /&gt;Lulling me&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-29T10:51:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-28T22:59:34Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Stuck</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The clock ticks&lt;br /&gt;Its time to go&lt;br /&gt;But others remain&lt;br /&gt;Who don&#8217;t allow you to move&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Shackled to this desk&lt;br /&gt;A slave because of life choices&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;If I had chosen the simple life&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wouldn&#8217;t have to worry&lt;br /&gt;About the whispering voices&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/28607</id>
    <published>2008-04-26T14:25:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-25T22:38:03Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/moku</uri>
    </author>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Self Portrait</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Dark chocolate tresses&lt;br /&gt;Frame her sand colored skin &lt;br /&gt;Her eyes expose a black hole within&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Only when she writes&lt;br /&gt;Does a light fill her eyes, &lt;br /&gt;Revealing a plethora of possibilities&lt;br /&gt;Held within her chrysalis&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/26332</id>
    <published>2008-03-30T17:21:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-28T12:19:32Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/moku</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">A Poet&#8217;s Resolutions</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/24760"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ah, sweet resolutions!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Courses of action&lt;br /&gt;We decide or determine&lt;br /&gt;To take in the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;However, rarely accomplished&lt;br /&gt;Although made with good intentions.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Mine includes finding a muse,&lt;br /&gt;To inspire me to put words&lt;br /&gt;Onto the blank page,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;To take me to that higher plain&lt;br /&gt;Where the fresh green grass grows&lt;br /&gt;And the flowers bloom,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;To take me down&lt;br /&gt;To the core of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Where demons tend to the fire. . .&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Ah, sweet muse!&lt;br /&gt;If only I could find you!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24760</id>
    <published>2008-03-16T19:19:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-15T09:41:21Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/moku</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Missed Opportunities</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/24699"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;10.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;9.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;8.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;7.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;6.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;1.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Happy New Year!&#8221; the crowd yelled.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He stared into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;She stared back.&lt;br /&gt;Both hesitant to move.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He then gently leaned over,&lt;br /&gt;Gave her a kiss on the cheek,&lt;br /&gt;And left her standing there.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Amidst the lit sparklers,&lt;br /&gt;Family, friends,&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks, and confetti.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;And she thought to herself&lt;br /&gt;&#8220;Not even 1 minute has gone by . . .&lt;br /&gt;And I&#8217;ve already missed an opportunity this year.&#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24699</id>
    <published>2008-03-16T00:33:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-13T00:52:10Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/moku</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Ode to Spitzer</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/24643"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The great leader Pericles&lt;br /&gt;Faces punishment for his sins&lt;br /&gt;Particularly, for his association with Aspasia,&lt;br /&gt;Who ran a brothel while acting as his political aide.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Remorse will always be with him&lt;br /&gt;His family stands by proudly in shame&lt;br /&gt;He lost the faith and trust of his compatriots&lt;br /&gt;No apology could fix the damage he has done&lt;br /&gt;Thus, he took responsibility for his conduct&lt;br /&gt;And resigned from his throne.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;As he removed his crown&lt;br /&gt;He said, &#8220;Our greatest glory &lt;br /&gt;Consists not in never falling,&lt;br /&gt;But in rising every time we fall.&#8221;&lt;br /&gt;And subsequently thanked the people &lt;br /&gt;For the privilege of service.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;At that moment, &lt;br /&gt;A wave of laughter emerged from the crowd, &lt;br /&gt;As they threw rotten apples in his direction,&lt;br /&gt;And yelled, &#8220;Good Riddance!&#8221;&lt;br /&gt;While others stood by silently&lt;br /&gt;And mourned for their great hero.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-15T16:27:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-02T19:22:31Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/moku</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Other Half</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/24634"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;He has big dreams,&lt;br /&gt;But hides them all,&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid to invest in himself,&lt;br /&gt;An unpretentious individual.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;A writer,&lt;br /&gt;A musician,&lt;br /&gt;A mathematician,&lt;br /&gt;A master of multiple languages,&lt;br /&gt;A true renaissance man.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;My rough diamond&lt;br /&gt;He is difficult to cut.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24634</id>
    <published>2008-03-15T15:17:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-12T14:06:28Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/moku</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Life</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1 part sweat, 2 parts perseverance&amp;#8230;...................................&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24628</id>
    <published>2008-03-15T13:41:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-13T03:21:22Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/moku</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Coping Mechanism</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/24401"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Another day and night spent at work&lt;br /&gt;Toiling away at the numbers &lt;br /&gt;Everything is always due yesterday or today&lt;br /&gt;God forbid it gets done tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Little Molly makes it through&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Mr. Penguin.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He helps her make copies,&lt;br /&gt;He helps her review her work,&lt;br /&gt;He stands by and oversees&lt;br /&gt;And makes sure she doesn&#8217;t go berserk.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Your stuffed animal is an inspiration to us all,&#8221; a co-worker stated.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Consequently, the next day, to Molly&#8217;s surprise,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Penguin now had friends . . .&lt;br /&gt;For there was a Penguin in each and every cube&lt;br /&gt;Of cubicle land.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24401</id>
    <published>2008-03-13T14:04:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T18:05:12Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Misheru O'ku</name>
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