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  <title>The K's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>I'm not really a good writer. Nor do I play one on tv. But I love ficlets because I can make comments about other people's stories</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-10-01T20:00:55Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Fizzmeinia</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Bzz bzzz bzzzzz&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He tried to bat the fly away from his ear, but his hand wouldn&amp;#8217;t move. He tried with his other hand, which moved, but the sound wouldn&amp;#8217;t go away. It did sound like something he had heard before.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He cracked open one eye. It was bright. Too bright.&lt;br /&gt;He slowly turned to his right and saw his right hand, in a handcuff, attached to the bed post.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;His mouth dropped open in suprise. &amp;#8220;Wha wha huh?&amp;#8221; he managed to utter.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He turned back to look around the room and saw the source of the familiar buzzing.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;There, on the other side of the room was Fizz. In one piece, calmly eating lo mein.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/714</id>
    <published>2007-03-17T02:46:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-01T20:00:55Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The K</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/thek</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Fizz Panic</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/164" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;He spun in a circle as his eyes darted to the dark doorways and recesses that always seem to populate alleyways. Where was Fizz? How was he going to explain Fizz&amp;#8217;s loss (theft?) to The Company? His ears started to buzz as his heart rate climbed. The brick wall in front of him started to spin.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The last thing he remembered was the blue sky turning black&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/164</id>
    <published>2007-03-14T02:00:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-21T15:44:28Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The K</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/thek</uri>
    </author>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Falling Robot</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/59" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Funny, he had just walked through the lobby of his apartment building. Wouldn&amp;#8217;t the doorman have mentioned that he saw the robot leaving? If the robot didn&amp;#8217;t go out through the lobby, how did he&amp;#8230;.?...!... He ran to the window that overlooked the alley&amp;#8212;17 stories below.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/59</id>
    <published>2007-03-09T13:43:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-23T00:21:12Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The K</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/thek</uri>
    </author>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Desperate for Money</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I was laid off over 2 years ago. I gave up finding a job last year.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Then it hit me. Pet overpopulation + ebay. Genius!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/26</id>
    <published>2007-03-08T03:10:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-27T22:53:48Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The K</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/thek</uri>
    </author>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Buster the cat hacker</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hello, my name is Buster. People tell me I look like that Sundance Head guy on American Idol. I&amp;#8217;m pretty tired today because I&amp;#8217;ve spent the day hacking Google in order to make ficlets reach the top of the Google search results for everything from sex to George Bush.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Mission accomplished, I&amp;#8217;m off to take a cat nap.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/19</id>
    <published>2007-03-07T22:48:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-25T21:27:19Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The K</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/thek</uri>
    </author>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Futility?</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Here I am again. November 2004. I don&amp;#8217;t trust the rest of the country to vote for the right guy. But I will try anyway. Even though I know I&amp;#8217;ll wind up disappointed. Again.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/17</id>
    <published>2007-03-07T22:44:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-29T04:33:03Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>The K</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/thek</uri>
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