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  <title>//miss mia//'s Stories</title>
  <subtitle>hey im mia.
im only in seventh but most wouldn't believe that. i used to be into the whole writing stories thing but now im more into writing about life..things you go through, things to think about, things to consider, stuff most don't think about... so check out some of my newer &amp;quot;ficlets&amp;quot; and you just might be fascinated : ] whether you are or not though i'd highly appreciate it if you'd leave a comment on it so i can better what i write. 

i live by quotes.. they inspire majority of my ficlets.. 
so pleeeaasseee if you ever read or find a good quote message it to me : ] id LOVE that : ] 
and if ur in love with quotes to then i could send you some too : ]] 


im the average teenager -- hanging out with friends -- being loud and rebelling against every rule -- tryna figure out who i really am -- and doing everything possible to stick with whats right. 




::never regret anything that at one point made you smile.


::people will forget what you said, they will forget what you did, but they will never forget how you made them feel. -- maya angelou

::never take order from, or love, the person who's never been there, heard the stories, shed the tears, or shared the love. don't let them impact your life, leave them where they are and keep moving forward.

::i've moved on, i've learned from the past, and am still without regrets. those of you who haven't moved on, and haven't learned what i have, of whom do have regrets, well im moving on from you too.








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  <updated>2008-07-24T17:36:14Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">a simple question.</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/35730" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isn&amp;#8217;t it funny how summer can just change everything. you look back at the summers before and they all seemed so simple compared to this one. this one just seems more complicated. or is it really. do things really get more complicated or is that just what we believe because were living in the now and we don&amp;#8217;t exactly remember the past the way it really was? i mean the way i see it .. my problems from last summer i could easily fix now, but my problems that i have now, i just can&amp;#8217;t seem ta find a solution. everythings changing and now im left to choose a path. in some ways i wish i could just fast forward to the next summer and just live with whatever path i chose, but then again i don&amp;#8217;t because i want to be able to live the pain and curiousity, and the faith that i can choose whats best for me on my own.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;the question out of all that is though, if were living right now, thinking about right now, dealing with right now, would it be easier or just as hard to deal with problems from the past?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/35730</id>
    <published>2008-06-29T00:10:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-24T17:36:14Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/simiwile</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">- no title chosen yet -</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/26439" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Haha, I bet there&amp;#8217;s &amp;#8220;lions and tigers and bears&amp;#8221; back there.. so watch out, I heard their bites are fierce!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Eric shutup&amp;#8221; I laughed, even though I was a little worried.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What I&amp;#8217;m just kidding with you babe. I won&amp;#8217;t let anything hurt you I promise. Except for&amp;#8230;.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I already told you to stop calling me babe, I&amp;#8217;m not your baby! No Im not scared, lets just find Tiffany and Evan and get out of here, I have to be home soon anyways&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Yea whatever. I wonder where they went&amp;#8221; Eric said rolling his eyes, knowing they were probably behind something making out. Eric and I had been friends since eighth grade, and are now juniors. He always kids with me, calling me babe and baby, knowing it ticks me off, and my senior boyfriend would beat the crap out of him for it. My boyfriend is Mike Leroy, we&amp;#8217;ve been dating for the past 9 months. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;They should be like five minutes ahead, by the way she described it to me.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;We walked a while, talking and goofing around when we found her, and my boyfriend Mike &amp;#8211; in a liplock.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/26439</id>
    <published>2008-03-31T18:32:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-27T00:38:04Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/simiwile</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">The psychic</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/16264" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;So do you have the answer to my question or not&amp;#8230; because i&amp;#8217;m not about to sit here and get a fool made of myself.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;yes i do.. but i need 250 dollars in cash first&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I handed the old mysterious lady the money. This was the first I&amp;#8217;d ever done this, and probably going to be the last time. My friend that I&amp;#8217;ve grown up with has been going to this lady for the last ten years, and with more than half of the things he&amp;#8217;s asked her, and she&amp;#8217;s predicted, she&amp;#8217;s been right.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Thank you. Now hush hush child. You have to be really quiet and don&amp;#8217;t be fidgeting around like you are now, it makes me lose my concentration, and if you here would like to figure out some facts about yourself then stop it before i do.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;I nodded in agreement. I wasn&amp;#8217;t prepared to disobey. I immiadately folded my hands across my lap and sat still.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; hmm.. yes I see&amp;#8230; &amp;#8221; She sat there looking into her ball. &amp;#8221; Oh my heavens.  LEAVE ! RIGHT  NOW ! DONT come back!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Confused, I dashed out of her house.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/16264</id>
    <published>2007-12-19T00:39:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-17T10:58:09Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/simiwile</uri>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Do you?</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/6405" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I think of you. I think of you when I am with other people. When I go to the movies. When I go to bed at night. When I go on my daily jog. I think of you when I wake up in the morning. I think of you every time the phone rings. I think of you so much, but I continuously wonder, do you think about me?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;What do I think about you ask? Ha. Thats easy to answer. I think about everything. Where we could live, what it would be like to just live with you freely. What it would be like to have a baby. What it would be like to go on endless walks with you. What it would be like to lay in bed and just watch t.v. and eat popcorn together. Do you ever think about us and our future?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I imagine going to college parties with you, I imagine little get togethers without our parents even knowing. I imagine going everywhere with you, laughing, giggling, holding hands, kissing, having so much fun. I imagine just being with you. Loving you. Do you feel the same?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/6405</id>
    <published>2007-07-31T02:12:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-30T11:03:06Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/simiwile</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">vacuum, pool, outside, kids, summer, chlorine,  scared, interesting</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/6297" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Arite man you ready to go swimming?&amp;#8221; asked Jonny.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Heck yea! Lets go, its hot as heck outside! But I will tell you right now, you really &lt;em&gt;don&amp;#8217;t&lt;/em&gt; want to see me in a bathing suit if you know what I mean&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; I laughed this off, my weight was always something we joked about, that alot of people and I joked about, it was something, I liked to make others believe was my football &amp;#8220;look&amp;#8221;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Yea dude, make sure when you jump in, all the water doesn&amp;#8217;t go flying!!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;We both laughed at this and went and put on our suits. We grabbed a radio, some towels, water guns, and water balls, and headed outside. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Im gonna ask my mom real quick if with the bleach and all , and the vacuum cleaner dude in there, if we can still get in.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Um ok.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;Jonny went inside and thats when it came to me what he had just said&amp;#8230;. a vacuum cleaner&amp;#8230; those are the little things that go into a swimming pool and walk all around the bottom of it supposedly cleaning the bottom of the pool. I knew they scared me. This would be interesting.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/6297</id>
    <published>2007-07-29T23:39:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-24T21:47:12Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">the end (part 3)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 and a half years later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Everything since the divorce has been going great, for all of us. Dad met this new lady named Sharon. Surprisingly enough, we get along, and if he ever decides to pop the question, he has my support 100%! Dad was kind enough to move into a house in the same neighborhood so I didn&amp;#8217;t have to change schools&amp;#8230;.he came to the conclusion that i don&amp;#8217;t need any more pain.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Mom has been good too, sh is in the middle of a pretty serious relationship with a man named Mark. As weird as it is, I approve of him too!! She got to keep the house that we all lived in before so all is good there.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I am very happy with my life, surprisingly enough. I love everything about it. Even though, my family has split to two sides of the road, my family is still my family, and we still way down deep, are 1 family. just with some odds and ends. no lie, the old days, before the fighting, was great. but i still think today, this life, now, is better than what i have ever had.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/6291</id>
    <published>2007-07-29T21:24:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-20T23:25:09Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/simiwile</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">the end (part 2)</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/6289" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;We&amp;#8217;re getting a divorce, but we want you to know that it has nothing to do with you. We both love you endlessly, but our love for one another, has reached its end.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;yea dad, not gonna lie, i knew it was coming, i mean, you always are just yelling and yelling and screaming and i think its about time you two get a divorce. i can&amp;#8217;t deal with it anymore. i never would have thought it would have taken a college professor two months of fighting to realize it was time for a divorce. but im happy that u two have finally realized. &amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;he looked at me, astonished, and somewhat hurt. i would have normally felt bad for saying those things in such a hard time for him, but at this point, i didn&amp;#8217;t really mind after all the pain they have been putting me through. i mean when i realized that they weren&amp;#8217;t gonna get through this, yea i was hurt, (the meaning for all the C&amp;#8217;s and D&amp;#8217;s&amp;#8230; and in some cases F&amp;#8217;s) but now i have gotten over it and hopefully they will soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Well, I am glad&amp;#8230;. well good, no surprises then.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/6289</id>
    <published>2007-07-29T21:05:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-25T19:18:01Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/simiwile</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">the end (part 1)</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/6288" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;yelling, screaming, they just won&amp;#8217;t stop. i mean seriously. just shut the heck up. if u can&amp;#8217;t stand eachother, then why did u get married and have me? i mean, i have better things to do then trying to drown out the sounds of your voices insulting eachother. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Honey?&amp;#8221; ugh wat did he want? i didn&amp;#8217;t want to speak with him. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Natalee, r u in there?&amp;#8221; if i ignore him, do you think he will go away? he opened the door anyways and continued speaking to me as if i cared.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;What r u doing in the laundry room sweetie?&amp;#8221; well duh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;this is the quietest place in the house, i can hear u and mom yelling the least in here.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;oh Natalee im sorry. i think we need to go for a walk.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;maybe later dad. i don&amp;#8217;t feel like it. if u two manage to stop yelling for the next half hour then i might be able to finish my homework.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;don&amp;#8217;t be like that please. me and your mother are going through some rough times. now please, we are going on a walk.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;we were walking along the beach and he just said it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;we&amp;#8217;re getting a divorce.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/6288</id>
    <published>2007-07-29T20:57:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-21T08:00:36Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/simiwile</uri>
    </author>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">change is needed, correct???</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/6245" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;h&amp;#8217;es not gonna change just cuz some woman wants him to&amp;#8230;. or needs him to&amp;#8230; i mean, what is it with women? do they really need the protection, do they really need that manly body behind them just to feel safe? i mean, yea i am sure it&amp;#8217;s nice, but why do women &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; it? way way back in the old days, men started it. they felt the need to protect the women. to protect them from a gunshot, or from foul language, treated them as if they were incapable of saving a life, shooting a gun, walking to the store, of doing anything. and i understand protecting us women from guns and such, but &amp;#8230;. thats where it all started. and it has gotten out of control. women can speak for themselves, in most times act for themselves, and live their lives on their owns. but really, should we blame the men for this habit?? or is our worldwide need of safety from men, our faults too? who do we blame for this problem? wat do we do about this problem? i&amp;#8217;ll tell ya now, our world won&amp;#8217;t do squat about it. cuz its the world we live in.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/6245</id>
    <published>2007-07-29T04:03:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-26T06:28:03Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/simiwile</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Ty, the guys, and pizza.</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/6023" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;We played the game. After about an hour and a half we decided we were done, and that we were ready to get something to eat and drink.. I had noticed throughout the game that Ty and I had started up a lil competetition, but even though, he kept glancing at me, and then when i would notice him noticing me, he would quickly look away, hoping he was un-noticed, even though he was not. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Would you all like to come to my house for some pizza and drinks?&amp;#8221; Ty asked, voluntarily.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Pizza, pizza, pizza! Rock on! count me in!&amp;#8221; shouted Timmy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;yea count me in.&amp;#8221; replied Mitch. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;If he&amp;#8217;s in, then i&amp;#8217;m in.&amp;#8221; squealed Sammy.&lt;br /&gt;They all looked at me kind of questioningly. Ty was cute, my age, athletic, new, so why am I so hesitant to eat some pizza with him? I mean, its just pizza why the guys, and they would be so curious as to why I would say no&amp;#8230; so I guess pizza it is.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Um, yea! Definately. Count me in. &amp;#8220;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/6023</id>
    <published>2007-07-26T21:50:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-28T00:26:09Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/simiwile</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">my rawr</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/6013" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Junior, you have only been alive for 13 days. Chill out a little bit. Slow it down. It&amp;#8217;s great that you like to impress the humans, but you can&amp;#8217;t go on wearing yourself out every day for them!!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I know mom, but you should just see the looks on their faces!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;I know that it thrills you, and thats great honey, but I mean take a break.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Do you think we could have the people who feed us take down these glass walls? I mean it would just be great if there wasn&amp;#8217;t one cuz I could let the humans touch me. And when I do my rawr it would just be great if there wasn&amp;#8217;t a wall to muffle the sound!!!!! Just imagine what they would do if they saw how totally awesome my rawr was!! They might put me in a movie, a movie starring me!!! That would be so cool! and then i would have millions of money!! Don&amp;#8217;t you think that would be cool mom?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Yes honey, just great. Your going to have to work on that rawr though.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Well duh mom!!! Everybody knows you have to practice!!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Hey dad! Listen to my Rawr!!!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/6013</id>
    <published>2007-07-26T19:37:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-25T23:37:45Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/simiwile</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Five Dollars</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/5998" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I dare you to go up there and look threw the window!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Are you crazy? You do it, I have baseball championships tomorrow, you think I can risk my life with that tomorrow?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh wah, you&amp;#8217;r a big baby. Its gonna rain again tomorrow like it just did today so they will prolly get canceled anyways.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Phst you go do it then.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Fine I will, for five dollars I will run up to the doorstep, sit on it, count to five, and come back.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;You don&amp;#8217;t have the guts&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Watch me.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;The little boy ran up to the doorstep and sat down, then counted to five. He ran back to his friend, excited that he had actually accomplished the dare. He saw his friend staring at the house, like he had just seen a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Dude, all the windows at the top floor of the house just opened.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Nuh-uh!?&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Yea man, no lie!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Aaaggghhh!!!!&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;And they both took off running.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile inside, Mrs Haric talked to her husband. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Honey will you yell for the kids to open the windows so we can get some air in here&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Sure thing dear.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/5998</id>
    <published>2007-07-26T18:05:53Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-23T08:55:52Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/simiwile</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Another Day</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/5922" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I wish I could just walk over and talk to him&amp;#8230; Just tell him how i feel. i wish i could just ignore what everybody else says. With Matt all over my mind, I practically dropped the trash, and tried my best to re-capture it back into my hands. I saw him seeing me have problems with the trash. I had just put the trash into the can and started walking away when I heard his mother call for him. As he was headed inside a comet crossed the sky. Even though nobody wished off of comets, I went ahead and did so anyways. &amp;#8221; I wish people didn&amp;#8217;t matter to me, and I could actually freely show my love , to my dearest, Matt.&amp;#8221; I then, without him knowing, blew him a kiss as i did every night, and walked inside, prepared for another day of hiding my love for Matt&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/5922</id>
    <published>2007-07-26T03:26:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-27T15:48:42Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/simiwile</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">too many times.</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/5914" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;There was once a very very rich teenage girl. she was 17. living in an extremely large house that most would call a mansion with her mother. her father had gotten in trouble with the law and went to jail. the mother had the money to bail the father out of jail easily. she just didn&amp;#8217;t want to. nobody understood it. people talked. rumors were started. the press took pictures and wrote news articles about it. the mother became known throughout the world for her selfish deed. she was called &amp;#8220;Selfish, ungrateful, messed up, stupid, careless, &amp;#8221; and so much more&amp;#8230; the young girl was thought of as her mother also. according to people throughout the world, she was going to be pointless in life. &lt;br /&gt;3 hours after watching another episode of the news about her and her mother&amp;#8230; she wrote in her diary. it said &amp;#8220;is it really so selfish, ungrateful, messed up, stupid, and careless of us to keep a man behind bars who continuously threatened my life, and too many times, almost ended it?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/5914</id>
    <published>2007-07-26T02:44:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-27T18:21:25Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/simiwile</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">a simple smile</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/5903" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Isnt it amazing how just one lil smiley face could prevent someone&amp;#8217;s death? could stop them from that one jump. could stop them from that one smoke. &lt;br /&gt;how that one lil smiley face could just make you smile? i mean&amp;#8230;. would it be so horrible if the world were made of smilies? or would people take advantage of them too, just like people have so many other things? &lt;br /&gt;i mean really, if you smiled everyday, at every person you saw, that would just make the world a better place right there. those few little muscles that u used to smile, could have saved a life. could have saved a family from the pain of a death. which may have prevented even more deaths.&lt;br /&gt;so the next time u see a stranger, in the store, the library, the park, or even a homeless person walking down the street, if you just give them a smile, think about how u could have saved a life&amp;#8230; and became a hero.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/5903</id>
    <published>2007-07-26T02:14:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-09T19:04:44Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>//miss mia//</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/simiwile</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
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