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  <title>paper flowers' Stories</title>
  <subtitle>(Profile currently being updated)</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-07-09T07:33:37Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Experimental Ficlet No. 27</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/36584"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;...and it is that final memory of her that has made me decide what i should do next&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/36584</id>
    <published>2008-07-07T22:19:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-09T07:33:37Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Toys Are Friends, Not Food (Fast Food Adventure Challenge)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/31644"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Just my luck! Here I thought I&amp;#8217;d be on my way to a large and elaborate toy story, where children of all ages would stare in awe at me as I sat behind a display window, showing off my awesomeness.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;But &lt;em&gt;no!&lt;/em&gt; Instead I&amp;#8217;m drowning in this kid&amp;#8217;s ketchup. Doesn&amp;#8217;t he know that he&amp;#8217;s supposed to &lt;em&gt;play&lt;/em&gt; with toys, not dip them in random condiments?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I should have know that this was going to happen, as soon as that smelly dude behind the counter tossed me into that paper bag. It wasn&amp;#8217;t long before the kid released me from my plastic packaging and began to torture me.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I suppose it could be worse. I mean, at least I&amp;#8217;ve been able to bring some joy to this child&amp;#8217;s life, if only for a few moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh great! What&amp;#8217;s he doing now? Whoa, I&amp;#8217;m awful high up. Hey kid! Put me down; I don&amp;#8217;t like heights! Hey, what are you doing? No! Get me away form your mouth! Where the heck is your mother? I&amp;#8217;m not food!  NOOO !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&amp;#8230;great.&lt;/em&gt; Eaten by a four year old. I guess that&amp;#8217;s just another day in the life of a fast food toy.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/31644</id>
    <published>2008-05-24T16:15:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-23T08:16:44Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">PARTY!</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/31587"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Look, there it is!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;The excursionists have finally spotted their destination! Up ahead is the land of Snickleforgabomshilifondo. However, it&amp;#8217;ll still take another day to arrive, so our friends have decided to stop for the night and continue on tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;At this moment, they are huddled around a fire, thanks to Eva and the very convenient new moon. Sir S is skipping around singing loudly. (I have a suspicion that someone slipped something into his food.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m bringing sexy back! Them other boys don&amp;#8217;t know how to act&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Sir S, sit down!&amp;#8221; Sir D yells, trying to stifle his laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Ever notice that singing makes people smile?&amp;#8221; says Sir G.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Come on guys, join me!&amp;#8221; Sir S exclaims.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Yeah!&amp;#8221; Aurora replies. &amp;#8220;Let&amp;#8217;s  PARTY !&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Tulum!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;So they begin dancing, throwing confetti, laughing, and having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;However, our friends are oblivious to the danger that is coming towards them. Just up ahead, coming straight for them, is an army. But not just &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; army. It&amp;#8217;s an army of foci and their lead the ellipse!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/31587</id>
    <published>2008-05-24T00:56:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-22T12:32:23Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Paper Flowers: The Soundtrack (PBBT's challenge)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/31580"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;My favorite songs and artists, with some lyrics that just sound like me. aka: my soundtrack! :)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Read My Mind&lt;/strong&gt; The Killers ~ &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;Well I don&amp;#8217;t mind, if you don&amp;#8217;t mind; cause I don&amp;#8217;t shine if you don&amp;#8217;t shine&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Killing Loneliness&lt;/strong&gt; H.I.M. ~ _&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m killing loneliness with you; the killing loneliness that turned my heart into a tomb&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;/strong&gt; Coldplay ~ &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;And I discovered that my castles stand; upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Imaginary&lt;/strong&gt; Evanescence ~ &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;I lie inside myself for hours;&lt;br /&gt;And watch my purple sky fly over me&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;This Is Not The End&lt;/strong&gt; The Bravery ~ &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;And I can not accept that everything that&amp;#8217;s real, is only what our eyes can see and our hands can feel&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;My Friends&lt;/strong&gt; Sweeney Todd ~ &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;Speak to me friend. Whisper&amp;#8230;I&amp;#8217;ll listen.&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Amaranth&lt;/strong&gt; Nightwish ~ &lt;em&gt;&amp;#8220;Reaching, searching for something untouched&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;wOOt :D&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/31580</id>
    <published>2008-05-24T00:31:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T19:53:43Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Pyramids! As in Egypt, Not Geometry</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30974"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;There it is!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;It was so terribly hot, and so terribly exhausting&amp;#8230;this journey was. My buddy, Scott ,and I have been riding through these sandy deserts for days now without any sign of what we were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;Then, finally, there it was. The pyramids. But not just any pyramids&amp;#8230;these were filled with undiscovered treasure! At least, that&amp;#8217;s what Scott has led me to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Are you sure those are the pyramids?&amp;#8221; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Yeah, they&amp;#8217;re triangular aren&amp;#8217;t they?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Well no &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;! I mean are those the specific pyramids that have the treasure we&amp;#8217;re looking for?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m 99.9 percent sure,&amp;#8221; he answered. He kicked his horse in the side and began galloping off towards the pyramids.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Come on!&amp;#8221; he shouted.&lt;br /&gt;So I followed him. As I would soon find out, that was not such a great idea. For ahead of me in that pharaoh&amp;#8217;s tomb, lay a world full a mysteries and danger. Yes, lots of danger.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30974</id>
    <published>2008-05-18T22:31:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-17T05:54:32Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Time</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30946"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I sat frozen in the chair. My wrists were sore from being tied up for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the door opened, and an older man entered. He did not look too pleased. He glared at me with cold eyes, and then he spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m sure you are well aware of you&amp;#8217;re crime by now,&amp;#8221; he said in a low voice.&lt;br /&gt;I didn&amp;#8217;t speak, but I nodded. I was well aware of the crime I had not committed. The one I was wrongly accused of.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;The world is changing, Alex. We cannot just let crimes like these go unnoticed. In the old days, a lifetime in prison would suffice, but I&amp;#8217;m afraid that is not the case anymore.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;The man pulled a pocket watch out of his pocket, and laid it on the table in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;This is no ordinary watch. In about an hour, you will be free to go, but I wouldn&amp;#8217;t let this watch out of your sight if I were you. Once its tick ceases to exist, so will you. However, if you can complete three simple tasks, I will set you free from the deadly watch.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Then the man left. It was just me and the watch, and time was ticking away.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30946</id>
    <published>2008-05-18T16:07:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-16T13:07:06Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Onward to Snickleforgabomshilifondo!</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30943"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Well it has been a few days, and now it is time for our friends to leave this land and continue on their journey to Snickleforgabomshilifondo. They, along with ,Eva, saddle up the horses and begin the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What exactly is your mission?&amp;#8221; Eva asks.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Some stupid prince wants to marry me because he wants our Lucky Charm fortune,&amp;#8221; Aurora answers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;So you must be the queens form the land of I Don&amp;#8217;t Know!&amp;#8221; she replies.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;That&amp;#8217;s us,&amp;#8221; Quinn says, &amp;#8220;and those knights killed our guard so we&amp;#8217;re making them fix our problem.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh, I see.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;They continue in silence for a few moment. Then Eva asks, &amp;#8220;Where&amp;#8217;d Bob come from?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Sir D sighs, &amp;#8220;Some girl made us take him with us.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I don&amp;#8217;t think he&amp;#8217;s ever going to leave you, Sir D,&amp;#8221; says Abella. She pulls out some play dough from her bag and plays with it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Well this sounds like this is quite the adventure,&amp;#8221; Eva remarks.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is quite the adventure, and it is only going to get more complicated from here on out. Will the 3 convince the prince? Only time will tell.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30943</id>
    <published>2008-05-18T15:22:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-16T13:32:19Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Dear Jordan...</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30901"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Dear, um, diary? No, that just sounds weird. But then again, it&amp;#8217;s definitely not the weirdest thing going on around here.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m really starting to freak out. Before all this happened, someone was getting on my nerves, and I wished that they would just disappear.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Well, I got my wish. He disappeared all right, along with everyone else! I am literally all alone. My house is empty, the streets are empty, the whole town is empty!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;How did this happen? I can&amp;#8217;t be dreaming, but how is this real? I&amp;#8217;ve been trying to keep myself calm. Writing seems to help. Everything in town still works, but it is so weird to walk around in silence.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I wonder if there is anyone else out there. Maybe someone like me, who thinks they&amp;#8217;re the last person on earth. What a scary thought!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not entirely sure what I&amp;#8217;m going to do. I guess I should try to contact someone, if there is anyone. I&amp;#8217;ll keep you updated, since you&amp;#8217;re pretty much my only companion. &lt;br /&gt;But I&amp;#8217;ll call you Jordan. Diary is just too cliche.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30901</id>
    <published>2008-05-18T02:23:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-15T07:18:26Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">How It All Started...</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30663"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I never expected anything to happen, but it did. And it all started in middle school. You know, that really awkward year when you&amp;#8217;re just beginning to figure out who you are?&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of friends back then, from elementary school. All the girls seemed to like me, but that began to change. I guess I had changed too. Suddenly I was all alone. I didn&amp;#8217;t really have a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of reading back then; still do. At recess I&amp;#8217;d sit at the table and read while everyone else rushed outside. No one ever noticed, except for that one day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Hey, whatcha doing?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I looked up. There he was sitting across from me, a dorky little 6th grader.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Reading,&amp;#8221; I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Why don&amp;#8217;t you ever come outside?&amp;#8221; he asked. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I don&amp;#8217;t know,&amp;#8221; I mumbled. I was pretty shy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Come with me outside,&amp;#8221; he said smiling and showing his braces. &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;ll be funner then sitting in here.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I was reluctant, but I decide to go. And that&amp;#8217;s how it started. That&amp;#8217;s how I met probably one of the best friends I&amp;#8217;d ever have.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30663</id>
    <published>2008-05-16T00:28:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-14T22:59:48Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Play Dough Powers</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30584"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Now we join our friends as they are dining by the water with their new friend, Eva. They seem to be getting along quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Do you have any super powers, Eva?&amp;#8221; Sir G asks randomly.&lt;br /&gt;Quinn says something with her mouth full of spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What&amp;#8217;d she say?&amp;#8221; Sir D asks.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Gosh, Sir Damien! Can&amp;#8217;t you speak girl-with-mouth-full-of-food?&amp;#8221; Aurora says.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Sorry, no. I missed that class,&amp;#8221; he answers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I said&amp;#8230;What kind of question is that?&amp;#8221; Quinn clarifies.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What does it matter? I just asked a question.&amp;#8221; Sir G replies.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Guys, chill!&amp;#8221; Eva says. &amp;#8220;As a matter of fact, I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have powers. I wouldn&amp;#8217;t call them super, but&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What are they?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Well, I can open anything that&amp;#8217;s locked, breathe fire during a full moon, and transform rocks into play dough.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Awesome!&amp;#8221; Abella cries. &amp;#8220;Play dough!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;You should come with us on our excursion!&amp;#8221; Sir S suggests.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;That could be fun!&amp;#8221; Eva replies.&lt;br /&gt;Well it appears that we have a new addition to our group of friends. It also appears that Abella had gone to find some rocks. Silly Abella.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30584</id>
    <published>2008-05-15T02:01:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-13T02:23:01Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">NEW QUIZ! My AWESOME Answers</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30560"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. Uh, no.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2. Yes&amp;#8230;many of times&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3. Yes, the Aquaggaswack (yes that&amp;#8217;s real, look it up) and the trumpet&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4.  YES ! A purple one ;-)&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5. No, never over an &lt;em&gt;innocent&lt;/em&gt; girl&amp;#8217;s head.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;6. Hmm&amp;#8230;an antique vase from Greece recently found in an archaeological dig. Yeah, I wouldn&amp;#8217;t suggest doing that to anyone. I got sued.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;7. No, not worms. Only ladybugs.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30560</id>
    <published>2008-05-14T23:40:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-13T22:27:27Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Pretty Women</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30095"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sir G is well enough to join his friends in the room. Abella eagerly goes to the door to let in the mystery person. She opens the door and reveals the most beautiful princess in all the land. She has long blonde hair, and shocking violet eyes that match her long dress.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Hello friends, my name is Princess Eva,&amp;#8221; she says in a sweet, singsong voice.&lt;br /&gt;The three queens get up and introduce themselves, while the 3 sit there gawking at the girl. Quinn sneaks up behind them and wacks them on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Put your tongues back in your mouths,&amp;#8221; she says.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Well,&amp;#8221; says Eva, &amp;#8220;I just wanted to tell you that you are all welcome to join me and my family for a feast down by the water tonight.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;That&amp;#8217;d be lovely,&amp;#8221; Aurora replies.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Great, I&amp;#8217;ll see you then,&amp;#8221; Eva says showing her bright white teeth. Abella closes the door behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Seriously you guys, you&amp;#8217;re so immature!&amp;#8221; Quinn says.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 ignore her, and continue staring at the door were the beautiful princess was. Then Sir Gavin speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;d be &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; slurpee!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30095</id>
    <published>2008-05-10T22:22:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-07T14:46:57Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Hallucinations</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/30094"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not crazy. Am I? No, surely not. People see imaginary things all the time. It&amp;#8217;s perfectly normal. But here&amp;#8217;s the thing, I don&amp;#8217;t think I imagining this. It&amp;#8217;s real, and I&amp;#8217;m dead set on proving that it truely exists.&lt;br /&gt;It all started on a normal day, during my algebra class. I was just sitting there, bored of sigmas and such, and I was having a very interesting conversation with my two friends. And then I saw him! Out of the corner of my eye was a white bunny on the edge of my desk. But it was kinda of old and evil looking.&lt;br /&gt;When I turned my head to get a better look, it had vanished! My friends thought I was crazy. I don&amp;#8217;t blame them. One day, I had thought I saw a child on roof of a building across the street. But I swear this bunny was real!&lt;br /&gt;When we left class, I looked down the hall to see if it hopped away, but there was no sign of him. He&amp;#8217;s there though; I&amp;#8217;m sure of it. One day he&amp;#8217;ll come back, and then everyone will realize that I&amp;#8217;m not crazy after all!  MWAHAHA ! &lt;br /&gt;Sorry, got a little carried away.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30094</id>
    <published>2008-05-10T22:05:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-18T01:58:10Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
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    <title type="text">Creatures on Earth</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Mira, wait up!&amp;#8221; Rigel shouted. Mira was running at top speed through the field. She was heading straight for where they heard  BOOM .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Look, it&amp;#8217;s not that I don&amp;#8217;t love to go exploring random and dangerous explosive sites, but could you at least slow down?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Mira didn&amp;#8217;t slow down, and she ignored his sarcastic comment. She just kept running; she was anxious to see what had fallen from the sky. Suddenly she stopped, and Rigel almost ran into her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Why&amp;#8217;d you stop?&amp;#8221; he asked, blowing locks of black hair out of his face.&lt;br /&gt;Mira&amp;#8217;s eyes were wide. A few feet in font of her were huge chunks of metal and debris. A few pieces were even glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What do you think it&amp;#8217;s from?&amp;#8221; Mira asked.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s probably nothing,&amp;#8221; Rigel replied. &amp;#8220;If anything, it&amp;#8217;s most likely a&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Shhhh!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;It got deathly quiet. They seemed to be all alone in a huge empty field, swallowed up by the darkness. But they weren&amp;#8217;t alone. The tall grass to the right of Mira started rustling, and suddenly, four orange eyes poked out from the grass.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/29714</id>
    <published>2008-05-07T23:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-05T09:18:56Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
    </author>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Farewell to Purple Faces and Leprechauns</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/29709"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Of course I can help your friend!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;This is what Dee the Healer has said to our friends, and that is exactly what she has done. Sir Gavin is no longer purple. Yay! Dee suggests that they stay for a few days, however, so he can recover. They agree to stay, but Carl and Marina must be on their way.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Bye bye leprechaun buddies!&amp;#8221; shouts Aurora as they fly off.&lt;br /&gt; &amp;#8220;Zbogom!&amp;#8221; says the Croatian.&lt;br /&gt;They are now out of sight, so our friends go up to their room where Sir G is resting in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Looks like we&amp;#8217;ll be here for a few days, guys,&amp;#8221; Abella says.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What are we going to do?&amp;#8221; asks Sir S.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;We could play truth or dare,&amp;#8221; suggests Sir D.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Uh, how about you give your Croatian friend a name, Sir Damien?&amp;#8221; Quinn says. The Croatian smiles at Sir D.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Bob sounds good to me,&amp;#8221; Sir D replies. The Croatian man smiles wider.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m bored,&amp;#8221; says Quinn.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m hungry,&amp;#8221; says Aurora.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;We just got here!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Then there is a knock on the door. Our friends don&amp;#8217;t know it yet, but the person knocking is going to have a big impact on their adventure.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/29709</id>
    <published>2008-05-07T22:32:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T07:18:58Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>paper flowers</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/paper_flowers</uri>
    </author>
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