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  <title>RCYHAONI's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>When I write about something, it's usually from an experience I had that I just remembered, when ever I listen to music and feel something about it, or when I just think of something. If it is from an experience, I would usually try to change the plot and make it so it would have a somewhat feeling of what it was like back then.

Most of the things I write, will turn out differently. Like, when I make series, I would think it's good at first, but then I don't know what to write so I kind of think of something and sometimes it just ruins it. I try to avoid it though. But when I make a short story (Like 1 or 2 ficlets), they actually turn out well. At least that's what I think. Might be different for you guys.

Currently have like 2 or 3 series. Thinking about stopping them since they aren't turning out as great as I thought they would be. The one about Ryan going to school, yeah, not from real experience. Just thought I should write about something like that. It was longer than I thought it was going to be.

Anyways, I like to hang out with friends, meeting new people, listening to music, play the viola, and like to express myself through writing most of the time. But most of the time, I don't come up with something to write when I want to. It usually just pops up randomly, even when I'm at school.

When I grow up, I want to be a game animator. Reason, is that I get to create the characters and the background of games. It seems fun and creative. Either that, or just an animator for random stuff. Maybe creating my own stories in the future. Maybe part story writer. Who knows.

So yeah. I hope you enjoy reading my ficlets.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-09-05T08:24:06Z</updated>
  <id>http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/rcyhaoni</id>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Lost life?</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/39117"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Hey Lan&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; Stephanie asks.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Yeah?&amp;#8221; Lan answers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Is there something bugging you?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m&amp;#8230; not sure&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Do you want to talk about it?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Lan pauses for a sec before replying. &amp;#8220;I can&amp;#8217;t tell what is real anymore&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What?&amp;#8221; Stephanie asks.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s hard to explain&amp;#8230; Every time something good happens&amp;#8230; it always disappears.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What do you mean?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Lan looks up at the sky and says, &amp;#8220;Whether it&amp;#8217;s a dream, or a force messing my life up&amp;#8230;.&amp;#8221; Lan stops and has a tear rolling down his face.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Lan&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Stephanie&amp;#8230; I&amp;#8217;m scared&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Stephanie leans over with her head against his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I don&amp;#8217;t want to lose you&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; Lan said in a shaky voice.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;re not going to.&amp;#8221; Stephanie said and wrapped her arms around him.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Lan starts to get dizzy and everything gets dark. He looks over at Stephanie, who disappears and a bolt of pain shocks through his body over and over. He closes his eyes and says to himself, &amp;#8220;I want my life back!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He opens his eyes and he wakes up, after being in surgery.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;real?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/39117</id>
    <published>2008-08-07T02:18:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-05T08:24:06Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">City Life (Part 2)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/38359"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The leader of the robbery points the gun John and John looks confused.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Is this a game?&amp;#8221; John asks.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Yes, it&amp;#8217;s called, get down to the floor!&amp;#8221; the guy said and pushed him to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Ah, I don&amp;#8217;t think I like this game.&amp;#8221; John replies and tripps him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Why you little,&amp;#8221; he got up and throws John across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;John!&amp;#8221; Amy yelled and ran toward John.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Why are they doing this?&amp;#8221; John asked Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;They want money and will do anything for it.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;John got up and walks toward&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Want more then?&amp;#8221; the robber said.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Nah, I think I&amp;#8217;m alright, but I think you should leave right now.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Haha! Where are you from?&amp;#8221; The robber punches John, but John steps to the right and the robber miss.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Stay still!&amp;#8221; He threw more punches and still misses.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;There are sirens going off that kept getting louder and louder.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;DANG! They&amp;#8217;re here!&amp;#8221; The robber left with his gang and rode away.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;How did you do that?&amp;#8221; Amy asked.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Do what?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/38359</id>
    <published>2008-07-28T00:18:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-05T09:39:35Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">City Life (Part 1)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/38354"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;John walks down the road, watches people walk by, the lights on buildings light up, and cars passing by. He was fascinated with everything. He didn&amp;#8217;t know where to go explore.&lt;br /&gt;His grandfather told him stories the the city, but he never mentioned anything about lights and cars before.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He walks by a restaurant and smelt something really good. He walks inside and looks around.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What smells so good?&amp;#8221; he asked a waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Hehe, that&amp;#8217;s our new food for the menu.&amp;#8221; she replied. She looks at John, head to toe. &amp;#8220;You&amp;#8217;re new around here, aren&amp;#8217;t you?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Y-Yeah,&amp;#8221; John replied in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;My name is Amy.&amp;#8221; She put her hand out.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m John.&amp;#8221; He looks at the hand and wonders what it&amp;#8217;s for.&lt;br /&gt;Amy noticed he didn&amp;#8217;t know what to do and pulled it away.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Where are you from, John?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m from the village in the forest behind the city.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Really? That&amp;#8217;s&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;A couple of guys came in and yelled, &amp;#8220;Everyone!!!  GET DOWN RIGHT NOW !!&amp;#8221; They held out their guns up and everyone fell to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;John just stood there, wondering what&amp;#8217;s going on.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/38354</id>
    <published>2008-07-27T22:46:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-26T16:47:48Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Result of... Ashley</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/38049"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I was lying there, wondering what had happened. I didn&amp;#8217;t know what to say or what to think.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ashley&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;What happened?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I didn&amp;#8217;t know whether to ask her or not. It could have been something personal or something. She had bruises on her arms and cuts. She has eyeliners and her hair was covering half her face.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Ashley&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; I said.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Ryan&amp;#8230; Are you Ok?&amp;#8221; Ashley replied.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Y-Yeah. What&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; I stopped right there and just let it go. Lauren on the other hand got so worried and asked.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What happened!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh, nothing&amp;#8230; Just had a lot of accidents.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Accidents?&amp;#8221; Lauren replied. &amp;#8220;Those don&amp;#8217;t look like,&amp;#8221; I stopped her and it went silent.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the room with nothing to say or do. Lauren left about half an hour later and kissed my cheek good-bye.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So it&amp;#8217;s just Ashley and I, sitting in the awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;So how long have you been going out with Lauren?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;For a while now&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; I replied quietly. &amp;#8220;So how did you know I was here?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Ryan&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; she replied, ignoring the question. &amp;#8220;I can&amp;#8217;t stop thinking about you&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/38049</id>
    <published>2008-07-22T06:23:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-03T14:01:44Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Death of Father's Son</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/34401"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Austen walks toward a picture in the living room that is sitting above the T.V.. He starts to have a hateful feeling as he stares into the eyes of the picture.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did you leave!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He clutches the picture and starts to remember what he said before he died.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Austen, I won&amp;#8217;t die, I promise. I will come back. Just you wait, we&amp;#8217;ll have a father-son day!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;His eyes got watery and he wipes his eyes off, trying to hold it in.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Why?!?&amp;#8221; he says in a shaky voice and pounds the ground. &amp;#8220;You lied!!&amp;#8221; he yells at the picture and throws it to the side and it bounces off a switch near the fire place and starts a fire. Unfortunately, the chain wall isn&amp;#8217;t surrounding the fire, and sparks starts to flicker, causing a fire in the house.&lt;br /&gt;He looks over at the picture, the first thing burning in the fire. He let his tears fall down his face and watches the fire. He smiles and looks up.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I guess this is the only way we can spend time together&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;He closes his eyes and the fire starts to spread everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/34401</id>
    <published>2008-06-14T23:20:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-11T23:52:50Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Dying boy...</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/34102"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;He starts to laugh as he laid there in bed in the hospital. He heard news that he is going to die soon. The boy seems as if he didn&amp;#8217;t care.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;As the doctor left, the boy settled down and looked up out the window. He watches the clouds go by and starts to remember everyone: his friends, his family, and his girlfriend. All he could do now, is think about the good times he had with everyone. He smiles as he remembers everything and has tears rolling down from his face.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess this is the end&lt;/em&gt;..., he thought to himself. &lt;em&gt;I hope you guys don&amp;#8217;t forget me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He heard the door open and saw his friends and family there. All he could do was smile as he started to feel numb. He couldn&amp;#8217;t even move a finger as they all smiled back and walked toward him. Everyone starts to talk to him as if they didn&amp;#8217;t know, but the boy couldn&amp;#8217;t hear anything. His eyes slowly starts closing as everyone starts to quiet down. The boy smiles before closing his eyes and everyone started to cry as he died in front of them.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/34102</id>
    <published>2008-06-12T05:30:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-11T23:37:44Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Cry</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/34099"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I sat there, wondering why I&amp;#8217;m crying.&lt;br /&gt;Crying can either show that you are happy, mad, missing someone, and many more.&lt;br /&gt;But then, why am I crying now? I don&amp;#8217;t really miss anyone, I don&amp;#8217;t feel depressed from anything, I don&amp;#8217;t feeling happy about anything.&lt;br /&gt;I search through my mind, searching for an answer of why it&amp;#8217;s coming out, but nothing.&lt;br /&gt;What ever the reason is, I&amp;#8217;m glad that I have it. I have this great feeling from crying. It&amp;#8217;s like nothing I&amp;#8217;ve ever felt in my life before.&lt;br /&gt;That&amp;#8217;s when it hit me&amp;#8230; I haven&amp;#8217;t let myself feel anything. I&amp;#8217;ve been excluding myself from the world, my friends, and even myself.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crying isn&amp;#8217;t just a sign to show your emotions, crying is a way to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;give&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;you feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don&amp;#8217;t be afraid to cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/34099</id>
    <published>2008-06-12T05:11:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T10:35:22Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Think before doing it</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/34098"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You call me everyday, you talk to me everyday, you &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; attach to me.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, to get some time alone from you? You are like a leach, you won&amp;#8217;t leave until you are satisfied. But I don&amp;#8217;t know what will make you satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;I get agitated just by knowing that you won&amp;#8217;t stop. I&amp;#8217;m going to have to end this. I don&amp;#8217;t care what you say, but I have to.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Brooke, I&amp;#8217;m sorry, but I can&amp;#8217;t handle this anymore. It&amp;#8217;s tearing me apart, you think we should be getting closer, even though you are suffocating me and no matter how many times I try to tell you, you won&amp;#8217;t stop.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;But&amp;#8230; John&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;But nothing. It&amp;#8217;s over.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;And that was it. She&amp;#8217;s finally gone from my life.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole day, I would be expecting a text or a call from her. But nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I sat in my room, waiting for her to make contact with me.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this what it&amp;#8217;s like without her?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;It started to get really quiet and really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did I make a mistake? Do I&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;miss her?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/34098</id>
    <published>2008-06-12T05:00:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-11T23:56:20Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Results of Crash (Part 3)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/34002"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Later, Brandi and the Golden Child left, and Emily was about to leave with them, but she asks, &amp;#8220;When are you going to tell me?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Uh&amp;#8230; I don&amp;#8217;t know. When ever I can I guess.&amp;#8221; I replied. Emily just left and gave me a gesture to call her later or something.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas left after an hour cause of his dad wanting him home. So it was just me and Lauren. Lauren looks over at me and ask, &amp;#8220;So what are you going to do about Josh? He&amp;#8217;s not going to stop&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I paused for a moment and held her hand. &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s alright. You just don&amp;#8217;t worry about it.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;But you are more vulnerable now! I want to help.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I didn&amp;#8217;t say anything. It&amp;#8217;s more of me not even bothering. Once she wants to help, she sticks with it. Even if we tell her no.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Just promise me you won&amp;#8217;t get hurt.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I promise, and I promise I won&amp;#8217;t let &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; get hurt.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;She starts to lean in until the door opens. She looks over and sat down next to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;I look over and is very surprise to see&amp;#8230; Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;She looks different, and not in a good way either&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happened?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/34002</id>
    <published>2008-06-11T05:27:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-11T02:58:52Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Results of Crash (Part 2)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/34001"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;2 days?!?&amp;#8221; I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Yes, 2 days.&amp;#8221; The nurse started to check if I was alright with some tests. Like, blood pressure, reflexes, heart beat, ect.&lt;br /&gt;After the nurse left, Lauren started to get up and she looks over at me, seeing me awake. She started to have watery eyes and presses her head against me softly. She must know that everything aches.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m so glad you are Ok,&amp;#8221; she said.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m just glad to see you here.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I hear the door open and see Thomas coming in and said, &amp;#8220;Oh, not again. What have I told you before! Keep it PG!!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Lauren starts to blush a little.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I guess you never change, not even after an accident.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Nope!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I laughed and said, &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m guessing you are the one who got released today?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Yep.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I saw Brandi, the Golden Child, and Emily walk in.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Are we interrupting something?&amp;#8221; Brandi asked. &amp;#8220;If we are, we&amp;#8217;ll just leave.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;No, you aren&amp;#8217;t. Good thing we came in though. They would have&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; before Thomas could finish, I threw some bread at him and everyone laughs, even he did.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/34001</id>
    <published>2008-06-11T05:12:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-10T13:48:44Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Result of Crash (Part 1)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/34000"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I woke up and I looked around to see that I was in bed, window next to me, and food is on the other side with flowers next to it.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where am I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I sat up and saw Lauren sleeping on a chair with her head on the bed. I didn&amp;#8217;t bother waking her up. She must have been worried about the crash&amp;#8230;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; THE CRASH !?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything started to come back to me. There was a car that crashed into James&amp;#8217;s car.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is everyone alright? Where are they? Did anyone die?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I started to get worried and I tried getting out of bed, but everything was starting to ache like crazy. I&amp;#8217;ve never been hurt this badly. I look at myself to see bandages covering parts of my body.&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered all the glass that went everywhere and the fact that the car came into contact where I was.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;A nurse came in and said, &amp;#8220;Oh! You&amp;#8217;re awake.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Nurse, where are my friends at? How long have I been out?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Calm down, your friends are fine. They are in the room next door. One of them are released and is talking to the other two and you&amp;#8217;ve been out for 2 days.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/34000</id>
    <published>2008-06-11T05:01:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-11T03:18:25Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Crash</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/33998"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I gave a gesture to everyone to stop listening in but didn&amp;#8217;t.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;So what happened in&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Don&amp;#8217;t really want to&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; I said and stopped and said to everyone else, &amp;#8220;Stop listening in!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What? Stop listening? Is anyone else there?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;No, of course not. I&amp;#8217;m at home&amp;#8230; alone&amp;#8230; Bored out of my mind.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone started to chuckle and starts to attempt to hold all their laughter in. But Thomas couldn&amp;#8217;t hold it in and bursted out laughing after hearing me saying that I&amp;#8217;m at home, alone and that I was bored out of my mind. I don&amp;#8217;t really get Thomas. He laughs at a lot of things, but this caused everyone else to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I told Emily really fast, &amp;#8220;Hey, I have to go now, I&amp;#8217;ll tell you what happened later. Ok, bye!&amp;#8221; and hung up.&lt;br /&gt;James was laughing too, and next thing we knew, a car T boned us right where I was and the car flipped upside down and skidded. I felt myself hanging upside down for a moment and saw glass everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good thing we were wearing seat belts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;And I fell unconscious.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/33998</id>
    <published>2008-06-11T04:39:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-11T03:15:31Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">RE: Googler Challenge!!!</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/33814"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt; RCYHAONI &lt;br /&gt;Ficlets&lt;br /&gt;Youtube&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Decide to put two, because Ficlets is kind of obvious. lol.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Now this is for my name.&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia, 4th Atom&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Omg, my name is in a comic book series!!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/33814</id>
    <published>2008-06-10T02:00:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-08T15:39:31Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Destroyed home</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/33693"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It is late at night and I walk down a silent road. I walk past buildings that have been either crumbled down to the floor, or has half of it being torn down.&lt;br /&gt;I try not to look around much either, because of all the dead bodies that I would see, with their blood, being splattered everywhere. I couldn&amp;#8217;t take seeing what war has done.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this all really necessary?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I look toward a building and my eyes starts to water. I try to hold it all in as I stare at it&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It&amp;#8217;s my home&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I walk inside to see that the other side of my house is gone. The stairs in front of the front door is partially gone, the walls look like they are about to fall, and parts of the floor are gone.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Everything is dark and lonely. I walk into the living room and everything is destroyed. The T.V. is buzzing with a broken screen, the couch flipped upside down and my family, crushed under the ceiling that fell upon them.&lt;br /&gt;I fell to my knees and couldn&amp;#8217;t hold the tears in. I looked away and screamed.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is only the beginning&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/33693</id>
    <published>2008-06-09T03:05:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-08T10:10:57Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Ride</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/32818"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It is Sunday morning and I had nothing to do. Still didn&amp;#8217;t call back James or Emily, or even Lauren. I should call back.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I picked up my cell and called Lauren. Her parents answered her cell, telling me she is busy with a project with her friends upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Then I called James, he was hanging out with some of his friends and asked if I could come. I told him I would come over soon.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I called Emily.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;No answer. I left a voice mail telling her that I was returning her call and for her to call me back. I walked over to the front door and opened it. I walked out and started to head toward James&amp;#8217;s house, until I saw James driving.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What are you walking for?&amp;#8221; he asked. I looked over in the back to see Christian and Thomas inside. All I could do was smile and hopped inside.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank god I didn&amp;#8217;t have to walk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;After a few minutes, my cell rang. It was Emily.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Hello?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Ryan! Hey, you Ok?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Y-Yeah. I&amp;#8217;m fine.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the car was trying to listen in.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How bothersome&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/32818</id>
    <published>2008-06-02T22:39:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-04T20:12:18Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RCYHAONI</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rcyhaoni</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
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