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  <title>p.laur&#233;'s Stories</title>
  <subtitle>*check out my new challenge:*
www.ficlets.com/stories/25281

hello, i am *lauren*.  i am considered one of the stranger people on earth.  or maybe not from earth. haha im just kidding.  *writing is my life*, i would be lost without it.  although i hate school writings, i find the enjoyment to just write out my thoughts when i become stressed out or just in the mood.  i also *love to read*.  i have a book almost all the time with me.  i am turning 14 over the summer and i dance and play soccer in my free time.  *dancing is my passion* you could say... i love the music that goes along with it and just being able to feel the rhythm go through your body like blood pumping through your veins.  i am *somewhat new to ficlets* but i have fallen in love with it and even sneak on here when i am not allowed to be on the computer.  a lot of people call me &amp;quot;different&amp;quot; or something to that sort but it's not that i don't have friends.  i am *just crazy :]*  just your average physco path is all haha =] .  i am also a total nerd and dork facee and am very proud of that.  speaking of *friends* i must mention them because without them in my life, i would have no meaning, they cheer me up even when i would rather not be cheered up, they always have fun and i can trust them with anything.  *you know who you are*.  that is all.

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  <updated>2008-06-04T23:11:03Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Inequality [Hear Ye Challenge]</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/29712" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;strong&gt; BUT IT &amp;#8217;S  NOT FAIR !&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#8221; screamed Dag as he stomped his way up the stairs to his room.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;It was another one of his dramatic moments, according to Jemma. Their dad was just telling Jemma that he would be going to Jemma&amp;#8217;s art show instead of Dag&amp;#8217;s baseball tournament. You would think most fathers would rather go to a baseball tournament, but not in this family. See, their father created sculptures and was never into sports. Dag always felt left out because he could not even draw a stick figure. As always, Jemma got her way and all of the attention in the family. Dag was slipping through the cracks and nobody even noticed. Dag decided to just let it happen until he realised, this could be good. He could get away with anything he wanted.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So in the end, it was fair on both sides of the line.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/29712</id>
    <published>2008-05-07T22:43:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-04T23:11:03Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Little Boy Blue</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/26001" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I sware this crazy guy was trying to ruin my fun. Of course I knew the lever was stuck. I was okay with this even though I could feel myself becoming paler by the minute. My ears must have been wind blown because I could barely hear this dude. Something about hospitals I think he was saying.All of a sudden it hit me, how dizzy and woozy I was. I know I am only 13, but people probably thought I was drunk. Then, &lt;strong&gt; BOOM ,&lt;/strong&gt; I felt my head smack the cold, hard cement.Then woah, I&amp;#8217;m hooked up to these cords and in a tiny moving room. &lt;em&gt;Where am I?&lt;/em&gt; Then, more dizziness and I&amp;#8217;m in a hospital room, five doctors poking and probing me like an experiment.They probably think I am a physco because I am sort of&amp;#8230;let&amp;#8217;s just say not right. No need for details, I barely know you.But I mean come on, do I really need therapists asking me questions and doctors doing experiments and IV for riding a swing and then hitting my head?These guys are ridiculous.Well, I still can&amp;#8217;t hear that well but I hear, &amp;#8220;Therapy&amp;#8230;Depression&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/26001</id>
    <published>2008-03-27T00:47:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-24T20:17:35Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Spinning and Spinning, Round and Round</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/25295" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;As I was looking on towards the Italian Swings at this carnival, I noticed there was nobody on it. &lt;em&gt;Why do they run it when no one is on the ride?&lt;/em&gt; I thought. Then, out of the corner of my eye, i saw a little white speck float down to the ground.Quickly turning around, I happened to notice that this was a little white sneaker falling from the Italian Swings. &lt;em&gt;How on Earth&amp;#8230;?&lt;/em&gt; I wondered double checking the swings.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Now I noticed a little boy, white as a ghost, sitting on the swing looking like there was no emotion in his little body. &lt;em&gt;Could he be just an apparition?&lt;/em&gt; I pondered but realised soon after that his sneaker was solid, making my theory impossible.After a minute or two of gazing at this miraculous boy, I found that there was no one in the controller booth.I ran into it to turn it off, but the lever was stuck. Reacting to this, I automatically grabbed the greasiest item i had, french fries, and squeezed the grease into the lever, making it movable.When it stopped, I grabbed the boy and asked him&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/25295</id>
    <published>2008-03-20T17:17:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-19T09:44:12Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Reaching a Verdict</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/25294" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Walking beyond the campus into the dark tunnel, his worn-out adidas sneakers were wearing holes in his socks.He &lt;del&gt;didn&amp;#8217;t want to stay&lt;/del&gt;, no he could&amp;#8217;nt stay another second.Law school was just not what he imagined.There were so many stuck-ups and snobby people that he felt the need to buy friendships with others.He had never been a rich boy when he was younger, but wasn&amp;#8217;t poor.Now, he felt as if his entire young life he had been living in a cardboard box living on the cold, dark streets of the city.For the first few months, he dealt with this unwantedness and even tried to fit in by buying fancy outfits.After this failed, he tried to just flaunt his pauper-ness and ignore the snobby lawyers but this was even worse.They shredded his clothes and sent him to the hospital, well the big, hefty guys only.He had made a verdict.Since his parents would not understand, he probably would not speak to them for quite a long time now.Reaching the end of the tunnel, sunlight filled the streets of Apartment Row.Home sweet home.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/25294</id>
    <published>2008-03-20T17:14:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T17:42:16Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">On The Run</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/25283" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It all started upside down.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I must have been pretty dizzy or else maybe it would not have started upside down&amp;#8230; or maybe it would have. Either way, this is when my crazy adventure started.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I was out with friends hanging around the stoops in the city. One of them had some smack, so we decided to take it. Why not, right? I think i took a smidge too much &amp;#8216;cause next thing you know, the whole world was upside down. I couldn&amp;#8217;t walk or even stand up. My friends were looking at me like I had three heads.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Are yah aiight? Yah looks a little pale there Teddy.&amp;#8221; That&amp;#8217;s my nickname, Teddy. Next thing you know, I black out and then I&amp;#8217;m sitting in a lawn chair back in the alleyway.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Wake up Tedz! We&amp;#8217;re gonna getz caught! Wake the hell up!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I says, &amp;#8220;Are yous guys serious? Where&amp;#8217;z the coppers? We better run.&amp;#8221; After that, I was still upside down, running into a bus station.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I put on sunglasses so them poes don&amp;#8217;t see my eyes. Once on the bus, I&amp;#8217;m half delusional. &amp;#8220;Are dey still runnin&amp;#8217;?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/25283</id>
    <published>2008-03-20T15:54:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-18T05:37:46Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Clipping Challenge</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/25281" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Yup, that&amp;#8217;s right. This is a challenge for people to take this clipping and make it into a story.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...when angels fall to earth, no one notices.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Rules:&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;- The clipping should be the last line in the ficlet.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;- Ficlets should be somewhat about the clipping.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;- The title should be (your title) [clipping challenge]&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;- If you want to use a different clipping, instead of sequeling&lt;br /&gt; this, prequel and make the title&amp;#8230; (title)[different clipping]&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;This is my first challenge :] I hope someone wants to try it out! I also hope no one already made this challenge&amp;#8230; If you did, leave me a comment or a note. Have fun!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/25281</id>
    <published>2008-03-20T15:41:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-17T20:54:50Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">my dancing accident (700 comment challenge)</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/24226" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I was once injured. Actually, it was pretty recent.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Back in December, I was in my dance class when every one was getting a drink from the water fountain. I decided to practice the move that I couldn&amp;#8217;t do right. This move required sliding on the floor leading with my hand. When sliding, my middle and ring finger got caught underneath my leg and i felt it get stuck in the floor and bend back. I felt a numbness throughout my hand for a whole day and went through school with it. When I came home my family decided it was best to get an x-ray. Now, only my middle finger had the numbness and it wouldn&amp;#8217;t bend. While taking the x-ray, the doctor and I had a laugh because this was the one time i could hold up the middle finger and not get yelled at. It turns out that I had broken my finger and went through a whole school day writing with it. It&amp;#8217;s funny because I never expected it to be broken, just sprained, that&amp;#8217;s what people kept telling me.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Interesting challenge, can&amp;#8217;t wait to see people&amp;#8217;s results.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24226</id>
    <published>2008-03-12T02:17:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-11T01:07:47Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">time already?</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/24223" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;She completely changed her looks. This way no one would be able to recognize her from what the &amp;#8220;Missing Child&amp;#8221; pictures would look like. Now she felt safer and less noticable. She tried to stay unsuspicious and low-profile but she needed somebody to talk to. This is when she met Zack.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Zack was a young man around 18 years old and was staying in the room across from her on a college semester trip. He always chatted with her when she was with him on the elevator and such. She knew her limits and decided to become his friend. And then, tradegy struck.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;It had now been a month since she had ran away and seven months since she became positive (she&amp;#8217;s still too afraid to say the words). She awoke in the middle of the night to find a puddle underneath her on the sheets. &lt;em&gt;Oh shit&lt;/em&gt; she thought. As she looked around in terror, she realised it had just been a leaky roof, or was it? If not, her baby could risk being premature with defects. Still in a confusion, she knew somehow her parents would find her now.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24223</id>
    <published>2008-03-12T02:06:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-10T17:19:47Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">running away</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/22831" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This is when she decided to relieve her parents of all stress. So she ran up the stairs and packed all the nearest clothes into a duffel bag. She grabbed her &amp;#8220;Emergency Only&amp;#8221; credit and debit card and went down the fire ladder in her bedroom.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The nearest hotel is about a mile away,&lt;/em&gt; she thought to herself as she ran down the city street looking for a taxi. Finally, she caught one and told him to go to Bubani Hotel. This would officially become her new home. At least until she figured out what to do with herself. As long as she kept her debit and credit card, she could live off of that for a while.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;As the taxi pulls up, she jolted out so nobody would notice who she was. If she is going to pull this off, she knows she will have to change her appearance so when her parents make a search party they won&amp;#8217;t find her. As she checks in, she notices a few shops across the street.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;When she runs over to the shops, she buys two wigs, five outfits that she would never wear, and glasses to fit in.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/22831</id>
    <published>2008-02-29T01:18:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-23T14:26:28Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Take Your Chances</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/22145" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You decide that it may be best to deal with the pirates now.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Hey, Joe and Zoe, let&amp;#8217;s just &lt;strong&gt;take our chances&lt;/strong&gt; with the damn pirates!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;They both shrug and halfheartedly agree.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Here comes Captain Black and crew, coming to confront you about what you have done to him. You can almost feel the little butterflies in your stomach fluttering around.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;It didn&amp;#8217;t go as you had hoped. At first, Captain and you, Joe, and Zoe talked it through and told the Captain that you were sorry. He didn&amp;#8217;t listen and decided the best would be to have you all hanged. You all protest and attempt to escape, but Captain Black is no match for you guys. As he puts the noose around all of your necks, you whisper &amp;#8220;Sorry,&amp;#8221; to Joe and Zoe.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;And then it was all &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/22145</id>
    <published>2008-02-23T01:43:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-22T03:42:45Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Run Like The Wind</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/22144" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You decide that it would be best to &lt;strong&gt;just run&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Zoe and Joe look just as confused about where to go as you are. They begin to run in circles as if they were a dog chasing its tail. Joe tries to wade across the stream and Zoe is trying to find an opening in the forest to get out. You just run, trying to dodge the trees. Everyone is still in sight, but then you see a tree fall. You don&amp;#8217;t realize that it landed right near Zoe until Joe runs out of the stream, running to save her. The tree has landed on her leg and Joe is attempting to save her. This is when you notice that a tree is heading your way.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Should you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run to save Zoe,&lt;br /&gt;Dodge into a hole to save yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Decide there is not enough time and hope for the best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/22144</id>
    <published>2008-02-23T01:41:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-20T15:57:16Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Figure Out What's Going On</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/22143" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;As you look at Joe and Zoe, you realize it may be best to &lt;strong&gt;stay and find out what&amp;#8217;s going on&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course you all realize what the future may behold now, but none of you are afraid of monsters.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You are trying to find some clue of the creature who is making the trees fall when you notice a small shoe under a bush. When you make your way over to examine it, you hear a familar voice. It is a crew member with one shoe on, telling the tale of how he had successfully ran away from a falling tree just it time. The man he is talking to is concealed, but you know who it is.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as they don&amp;#8217;t hear I&amp;#8221;ll be safe&lt;/em&gt;, you say to yourself. This is when you remember that you are allergic to the wild berries growing from the bush. You sneeze and the crew member and the concealed man, Captain Black, turn around staring at your swollen nose. You are in deep trouble now.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Without even an explanation, they pull out a pistol and your life flashes before you.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Follow Joe&amp;#8217;s Journey&lt;br /&gt;Follow Zoe&amp;#8217;s Journey&lt;br /&gt;Follow The Light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/22143</id>
    <published>2008-02-23T01:39:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-23T11:43:36Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">My Love Tree</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/22140" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You know when you&amp;#8217;re little and there was always that one place to go that was like your little haven? Mine was the big tree in the backyard. My life was growing up in this tree. I was always climbing it and sitting on my favorite branch or inside the hole in the trunk.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;My first love occurred in this tree. Since I lived right in back of a park, the tree was technically in the park, next to the creek. His name was Casey and mine is Maysie. Cute huh? We met when he saw me all the way up at my branch and climbed up to meet me. It was like Rapunzel&amp;#8217;s story. I was eleven and he had just turned twelve. We met there many times after that and when we went off to middle school, we were in the same school. In the middle of sixth grade, he asked me out and I had to say yes. We carved our names in the tree above the hole, he liked it there.We went out &amp;#8216;til tenth grade and then he moved away, &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s for the best,&amp;#8221; he said. I was heartbroken.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Today, a stump is the only thing left. When I traveled home, I saw and wept.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/22140</id>
    <published>2008-02-23T01:22:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-27T20:06:11Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">the last sunset</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/22138" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Looking up at the full moon appearing in the sky, she knew that this would be her last sunset.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Fairlee was her name. Her mother named her this because it means from the yellow meadow, this was appropriate because they lived among a prairie. She always would run outside and hide within the tall grasses and watch the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, she laid down to watch the sun slowly drift away to nothing.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She couldn&amp;#8217;t let herself count down the seconds but the watch secured to her wrist wouldn&amp;#8217;t stop beeping, counting down the seconds in its own language. As soon as it would get to the last beep it would go off and her body would lay in the yellow meadow, where she is meant to be.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Of course she was not the one who had made the watch attached to her wrist. After going on a blind date, the boy gave her a &amp;#8220;present&amp;#8221; and asked to &amp;#8220;fasten&amp;#8221; it on for her. Boy did she regret going out with him now. Days went by as she attempted to get it off. No such luck. Now she lay dead after the poisonous venom flowed into her bloods.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/22138</id>
    <published>2008-02-23T01:13:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-29T00:27:42Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">growing bump</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/22130" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;She didn&amp;#8217;t see the entire scene. Only bits and pieces.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She remembers saying &amp;#8220;Maybe not&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; but that is all she remembers trying to stop. But now, getting this bump in her stomach that keeps growing; rumors spread more.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She wants to get homeschooled but that would mean telling her parents. The poor girl never sees her parents, and that used to not be good but now it&amp;#8217;s an advantage. So she continues to go to school, really feeling ashamed of herself.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Almost everyone in school has a different rumor in their minds. Few think that he may have raped her, but many know he didn&amp;#8217;t. Most people just think she&amp;#8217;s a slut and sleeps around too much.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Finally, she couldn&amp;#8217;t take it anymore and she told her parents.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/22130</id>
    <published>2008-02-23T00:29:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-23T00:22:41Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>p.laur&#233;</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/p_laure</uri>
    </author>
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