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  <title>RJ's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>I live in florida and I have also gone on several vactions. One, to california, and Navada, Arizona. Also to FL, well.. that was before I lived there. Any way I am 14 years old and love to have fun and enjoy life! Hope you enjoy my ficlets! bye !</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-06-22T23:51:33Z</updated>
  <id>http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/rj</id>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Death at Home</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/31974"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; Now Brandie, you are just seeing things! Shut your mouth and get your ass back in bed!&amp;#8221; Said Brandie&amp;#8217;s Jerkish father&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; Yes, Brandie please go to  BED ! I want to go back to sleep.&amp;#8221; said her mother&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; But, Mom I am telling you there really was a fuck&amp;#8217;n ghost! Whatever! Idots!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Brandie marched back to her room and got on her laptop, for the rest of the night. By morning she was very tired and dozed off into sleep.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;em&gt;Where is he?! Is he buried here?! Tell Me!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8221; said a feierce voice in Brandie ears.&lt;br /&gt;She jumped up and no one was there she was alone. She went to check to see what her parents were doing. She found them still in their bed. But, Found that something must be wrong. She uncovered her parent only to find they had been stabbed to death. She screamed with joy and fear that her parents were dead&amp;#8230;.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/31974</id>
    <published>2008-05-26T17:20:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-22T23:51:33Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">A Ghostly Appearance</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/27318"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Brandie could here the creek of foot steps on the floor getting closer to her door. She hid far under the covers and waited. &lt;em&gt;What is coming?&lt;/em&gt; she thought to her self&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the footsteps reached her door and a faint light shown underneith the door. Slowly&amp;#8230; The door knob turned and the door opened. Fear struck Brandie as the faint light lit the dark room. She tried to get out of bed, but she was &lt;em&gt;stuck&amp;#8230;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Brandie screamed as loud as she could but nothing came out. The faint light was in the shape of a figure now and drawing closer to her bed side. &lt;em&gt; WHERE DID YOU TAKE HIM ??!  HE WAS MINE !&lt;/em&gt; Whispered the faint ghostly figure of a girl that Brandie saw to be about the same age as her self. Brandie faintly replied, &amp;#8221; Who? Who? DO you want?! I have taken no one from you!&amp;#8221; &lt;em&gt;James&amp;#8230;. Oh, James why did he have to die?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The faint light then faded away and the door closed just as if nothing had ever happend. Brandie ran to her parents room and told them of her frightening event.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/27318</id>
    <published>2008-04-11T11:24:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-10T10:55:20Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Moving In </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/27083"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; Mom which room is mine?&amp;#8221; asked Brandie as she enter their new house. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; Well, it&amp;#8217;s the one next to the master bedroom which is ours.&amp;#8221; said Mrs. O&amp;#8217; Connor as she was setting down a box on the sheeted couch. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; Okay Mom I found my room! Shit it&amp;#8217;s really small for a big house like this!&amp;#8221; said Brandie &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; Well, thats&amp;#8217; your father&amp;#8217;s fault now isn&amp;#8217;t it? Not mine, I don&amp;#8217;t pick where we live. He&amp;#8217;s the one with a new job! Believe me if it was up to me we would haev stayed back home.&amp;#8221; replied Mrs. O&amp;#8217;connor&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;As the day went on the movers fianally got everything into the house and unpacked. The O&amp;#8217;Connor&amp;#8217;s settled in and everything seemed to be going well. That night Brandie laid in her bed and started to fall asleep. But, that didn&amp;#8217;t last long for she heard noises in her ear. _ Why? Why? Why did he have to Die?!_ Brandie became frantic and asked the voice &amp;#8221; Who!? Who!? Who died?&amp;#8221; she waited for an answer but nothing replied. She then she heard the sound of foot steps and closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/27083</id>
    <published>2008-04-08T15:11:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-05T18:00:32Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Tragic Endings Bring Tragic Begginings</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/26729"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;After the death of Brianna Nicole Smith, Jennifer, Nick, and Mickey moved out. But, that&amp;#8217;s not the end you see. Everyone knows that when some one moves out of a house that has death practically painted on the front door, some one with out knowledge of it will move in. So, who are these poor souls that move in? They are the O&amp;#8217;Connor&amp;#8217;s, which includes Brandie O&amp;#8217;Connor, Mr.O&amp;#8217;Connor (Fred), and Mrs.&amp;#8217;s O&amp;#8217;Connor(Michelle). They had no idea what happend in Smith&amp;#8217;s house only five months prior. But, soon to find out is Brandie O&amp;#8217;Connor of Brianna&amp;#8217;s tragic ending&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/26729</id>
    <published>2008-04-03T16:56:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T06:40:18Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Tragic Endings</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/26545"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; TWO MONTHS LATER &amp;#8230;...&lt;/strong&gt;

	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I can&amp;#8217;t belive it NIck that she would ever do something like that! Why? Why? I miss her so much. Don&amp;#8217;t you?&amp;#8217;&amp;#8217; said Jenifer with a tear in her eye&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; Yes&amp;#8230; Yes I do Jenn. I just wish I knew why she would kill her self.&amp;#8221; said Nick just as sad as his wife&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; Can you belive that it has already been two months?? I mean it feels like it was j&amp;#8230; just yesterday.&amp;#8221; said Jennifer&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; Mommy where did sissy go?&amp;#8217;&amp;#8217; said Mickey in a confused voice&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; Well&amp;#8230; Well sweety to a better place. &lt;em&gt;I hope&amp;#8230;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8221; said Jennifer to her daughter&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; Well okay Mommy&amp;#8221; said Mickey&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;And so life went on for the Smith&amp;#8217;s family after their tragic death of Brianna. And still to this day day Jennifer sheds a tear every so often.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;pre&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/26545</id>
    <published>2008-04-01T16:59:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-01T17:28:40Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Unlocking the Door</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/26433"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Six days after Brinna returned home her mother came up to the door again. Only this time she had a &lt;em&gt;key&lt;/em&gt;. Boy was she in for a surprise when she opened the door.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; Oh! Oh my  GOD ! Brianna!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Ohhh how her mother wished she had just left the door closed and never opended it! She had seen something that desturbed her very much.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; Nick&amp;#8230; Nick come up here!&amp;#8221; said Jennifer curled up into a ball sobbing on the floor&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; What?! What is it???!  OH OH  that! Come on honey lets get out of here you don&amp;#8217;t need to see any more of this!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be contiued&amp;#8230;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/26433</id>
    <published>2008-03-31T16:59:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-25T04:55:41Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Going Home</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/25444"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; James! No please stay with me! I need you!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;As Brianna morns over James, the police begin to arrive. The police find that there is no hope in saving James.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; Please&amp;#8230; Please can&amp;#8217;t you help him?????&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; No I am affraid not.. I am sorry for your loss.&amp;#8221; the police officer said &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;No&amp;#8230; No&amp;#8230;... I.. I need you! PLease don&amp;#8217;t leave me James!....&amp;#8221; Brianna cried&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;On that fateful night James Dakota Bergmann died&amp;#8230; Brianna returned home with her mother and father, though she dredded it. Every day her mother would try to get her to come out of her room. Brianna would sit there for ever not ever moving to unlock the door. Day after day Jennifer would beg her to come out. She would get no answer&amp;#8230;.......&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/25444</id>
    <published>2008-03-22T03:04:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-20T20:25:19Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">James fate </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/25020"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; So I could do nothing but hang up and call you! Please understand this was your daughter&amp;#8217;s choice, not yours or mine.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Well, I know but&amp;#8230;. I just want my daughter back&amp;#8230;So please do all you can to find her.&amp;#8221; said Jennifer in a depressingly sad voice&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; I will ma&amp;#8217;m, I promise.&amp;#8221; said the police officer&lt;br /&gt;Mean while Brianna and James lefty their house to escape the police. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; Come on James! We have to go!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m com&amp;#8217;n hold on !! Geez!&amp;#8221; said the tired James&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;As Brianna and James crossed threw the park, James trips and cracks his head on a rock. James becomes unconscious. Brianna hears the thump of his body and turns back to him.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; James!&amp;#8221; she cries as she rushes to his aid.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/25020</id>
    <published>2008-03-18T16:59:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-18T13:13:05Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Briana Bergmann 4</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/23993"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; Hello this is Mrs. Bergmann speaking, how may I help you?&amp;#8221; said Brianna as she answered the phone&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; Yes, Hi this is the police department we are coming to get you right now, your wanted by your mother, Jenifer.&amp;#8221; said the police officer.&lt;br /&gt; &amp;#8221;  WHAT ! I told that woman to leave me alone!! I have a good life here and I am fine! I am serious if you come looking for me I will run and take my husband with me! &lt;br /&gt; &amp;#8221; ma&amp;#8217;m please understand your mother loves you dearly and wants you to come home!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; No! That&amp;#8217;s it! James come on we are leaving&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; said Brianna&lt;br /&gt;All the officer could do now was hang up and call Jenifer to tell her that her daughter was going to leave and it would be harder to find her now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; Ma&amp;#8217;m your daughter just left because I called her.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;strong&gt; WHAT  Did you say??&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#8220;said the frantic Jenifer&lt;br /&gt; &amp;#8221; She called her husband and said that they where leaveing.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23993</id>
    <published>2008-03-10T16:59:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-04T22:19:36Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">writers Block poem 2</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/22856"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Are you still blocked?&amp;#8212;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I am&amp;#8212;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;why?&lt;del&gt;-&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;it&amp;#8217;s called writers block&amp;#8212;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;and guess what?&amp;#8212;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;we &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; have it&amp;#8212;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/22856</id>
    <published>2008-02-29T16:17:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-27T22:26:41Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">FaThEr 2</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/22466"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;some day I will make you feel the pain I have&lt;br /&gt;I will have revenge I promise&lt;br /&gt;You will feel the &lt;strong&gt; PAIN &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would stop your drain of pain&lt;br /&gt;Then I won&amp;#8217;t have to have revenge.&lt;br /&gt;You just wait&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/22466</id>
    <published>2008-02-25T16:20:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-26T00:06:38Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Brianna 3</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21757"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Hello, this is the police how may I help you?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh! Thank God! I am the mother of Briana Nicole Smith&lt;br /&gt; and&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; said Jennifer frantically&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Wait, isn&amp;#8217;t that the girl who blew up ma&amp;#8217;m?&amp;#8221; said the police man&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221;  YES , and she didn&amp;#8217;t blow up! She&amp;#8230;.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Wait so your saying that she is &lt;em&gt; STILL &lt;/em&gt; alive?!?&amp;#8221; said the confused police man&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; Yes, you dumb ass! Now please help me! Listen, we found a note that said that she ran away to safety and is living with some Man!&amp;#8221; said Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Well, what do you want me to do ma&amp;#8217;m?? I mean I don&amp;#8217;t even know who this man is, or where he is living!&amp;#8221; said the upset police man.&lt;br /&gt; &amp;#8221; Well, you inconsiderate man I want my daughter back and &lt;strong&gt; YOU &lt;/strong&gt; are going to do everything you can to get her back &lt;em&gt; OKAY ?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#8221; said Jennifer in an angry voice&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; I will ma&amp;#8217;m I promise.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;You better!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Now I will need you to come in and sign some papers for me please&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221; What ever as long as it will get my daughter back!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21757</id>
    <published>2008-02-19T16:27:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-18T15:03:27Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Girl friends</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21319"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls&amp;#8230;.&lt;br /&gt; do you have one?&lt;br /&gt;I do &lt;br /&gt;they are sweet &lt;br /&gt;but some drive you nuts&lt;br /&gt;mine doesn&amp;#8217; t &lt;br /&gt;does yours? &lt;br /&gt;they care ,&lt;br /&gt;does yours?&lt;br /&gt;mine does.&lt;br /&gt;think about the girls you are dateing,&lt;br /&gt;do they have these things?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do they really truly like you for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21319</id>
    <published>2008-02-15T21:11:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-15T11:59:28Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Brianna 2</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21296"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Later, after the funeral Mickey went back to the crash and found something interesting. She found a small piece of paper that said,&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mickey,&lt;br /&gt; yes, it&amp;#8217;s me Brianna I am not dead I ran away to saftey and will never return&amp;#8230; You see I met this boy that I really like and want to marry him. thanks a million!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bri,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Mommy mommy!&amp;#8221; said Mickey as she went to back into the house and handed her mother the note. Her mother gaspped as she read what it said. &amp;#8220;What!!! How could she do this! Nick! Come down here, Brianna&amp;#8217;s alive!&amp;#8221; said Jennifer as she yelled for her husband Nick. &amp;#8221; She &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; alive! Well, what do we do?&amp;#8221; said Nick.&amp;#8221; Well, I supose we could call the police.&amp;#8221; Nick said grabbing the phone.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;to becontinued&amp;#8230;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21296</id>
    <published>2008-02-15T16:23:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-18T15:01:39Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">time </title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21292"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;many of days i wait &lt;br /&gt;for the times to do something, &lt;br /&gt;eventhough there is no time for it.&lt;br /&gt;People say things they don&amp;#8217;t mean&lt;br /&gt;and do things they will regret.&lt;br /&gt;Friends will come and go and you will know &lt;br /&gt;that there is no time. &lt;br /&gt;time is wasted time is strained &lt;br /&gt;It is used to it&amp;#8217;s limits &lt;br /&gt;time can&amp;#8217;t be brought back once it&amp;#8217;s gone..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21292</id>
    <published>2008-02-15T16:01:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T07:53:52Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>RJ</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/rj</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
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