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  <title>zkid's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>I love stories, because they create whole (and often partial) worlds I can swim in and out of. They create places I can relax in, and places in which I can be afraid. They create people who are my friends and family, people who are my enemies, and people who are simply there and do not know me at all. They create new toys for me to play with, and invent new uses for the toys I already have.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-03-14T02:51:27Z</updated>
  <id>http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/zkid</id>
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  <link rel="license" title="Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.5 License" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5/"/>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Turn Around To Head Back To The Clearing</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21390"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You agree that the best plan is to go back to the clearing. At least from there you would know where the beach is.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You turn to go back the way you came and abruptly come to a halt. A gigantic spiderweb has materialised, blocking your way back.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You call out to Zoe and Joe, but it&amp;#8217;s too late: Joe has become stuck to the web.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You know the spider will be back soon, so what do you do?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Try to Free Joe&lt;br /&gt;Wait Until the Spider Comes&lt;br /&gt;Leave Joe and Go Back to the Clearing&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21390</id>
    <published>2008-02-16T05:08:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T02:51:27Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Keep Going Even Though You're Lost</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21389"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You eventually stumble across a small stream, filled with brightly coloured fish. Thirsty from wandering the jungle for hours you plunge in and take a long drink.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You feel tingly for a few seconds, but the feeling passes, before being replaced by a curious feeling of weightlessness.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Zoe screams!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;As you turn to her to ask what is wrong, thinking she must have seen the pirates following you, your scales flash in the sunlight.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Yes, scales. Unbeknownst to you, the stream was cursed long ago by a witch living on the island. You have become one of the brightly coloured fish.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Zoe and Joe go on without you. You never see them again.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21389</id>
    <published>2008-02-16T05:04:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T16:36:42Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Rest Anyway</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21388"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You agree that if you want to get to the treasure first (and you do) you will need to be ready to face whatever lies ahead. Fighting Captain Black while exhausted from lack of sleep does not appeal to you. However, the idea that the pirates could sneak up on you while you&amp;#8217;re asleep is not appealing either.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You suggest sleeping in shifts, with one of you always awake, to keep an eye out for the pirates, or any other dangers. Who knows what creatures live in the jungles of Calamity Island?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You volunteer to keep watch first, and Joe and Zoe get out their sleeping bags and drift off. Nothing goes wrong, and four hours later you wake Joe to take the next watch, before quickly falling asleep.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Soon afterwards you wake to hear scuffling sounds. What do you do?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Get Up To Investigate&lt;br /&gt;Stay Still And Listen&lt;br /&gt;Go Back To Sleep&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21388</id>
    <published>2008-02-16T04:59:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-17T05:10:07Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Steal The Key From Zoe and Run Away</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21375"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;In the chaos of the sudden sand storm, you snatch the key from Zoe&amp;#8217;s hands and run into the swirling mass of sand, knowing you won&amp;#8217;t be followed because in the storm you can&amp;#8217;t see more than a few feet in front of you.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The sand gets into your eyes and stings your face as it whips past. Before long you are having trouble breathing, and you collapse from exhaustion. With the storm raging around you, in no time at all the howling winds pile sand on top of you, leaving you buried alive. With your tiny air supply quickly running out, you will not be alive much longer.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21375</id>
    <published>2008-02-16T03:11:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-17T00:24:01Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Refuse And Go Back</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21374"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You and Joe decide it&amp;#8217;s not safe to cross the desert during such a violent sand storm, so both of you head back to the relative safety of the jungle. Zoe stubbornly decides to go on without you, and you say your goodbyes before parting ways.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You and Joe make it safely back to the trees. While you wait for the storm to stop, you and Joe both fall asleep, weary from your long night of running through the jungle.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;A few hours later you both wake up, and you realise two things: the sand storm is over, and your packs are missing.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You must decide what to do next:&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Go across the desert while looking for Zoe&lt;br /&gt;Go across the desert without looking for Zoe&lt;br /&gt;Abandon the idea of crossing the desert, and look for your packs instead&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21374</id>
    <published>2008-02-16T03:05:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T09:24:06Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Agree with Zoe and Keep Going</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21372"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You decide Zoe is right, and agree to keep going across the Desert of Death. Joe glances at the key in Zoe&amp;#8217;s hands, before reluctantly following the two of you.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;In the sand storm you can&amp;#8217;t see more than a few feet in front of you, so you take a rope out of your pack and tie yourselves together, so you don&amp;#8217;t get seperated. You also tie spare t-shirts around your heads, to protect your faces and eyes from the stinging sand.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;In a few hours the sand storm dies down, and you can see a castle looming a short way to your left.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;What do you do next?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Go up to the castle and knock on the door&lt;br /&gt;Go up to the castle and try to sneak in&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the castle and keep crossing the Desert of Death&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21372</id>
    <published>2008-02-16T02:56:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-12T07:17:53Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Go Right</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21289"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;After briefly consulting your map, you decide the best path to take is the one heading across the beach &lt;strong&gt;to your right&lt;/strong&gt;. It&amp;#8217;s a long, desolate stretch of pure sand, which looks white in the moonlight.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;It takes several hours to cross the beach, and before you are all safely hidden by the far jungle the sun has begun to rise. You know it will not be long before Captain Black realises you are missing, and that once the sun has risen he will be able to spot you in an instant if you are still on the beach.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;All three of you make a mad dash across the last bit of sand, and are safelt hidden in the trees before anyone on the ship could have seen you.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Relieved not to have been spotted, you decide it&amp;#8217;s time for breakfast. But where are the food packs? Too late you realise that you left them beside the rowboat back on the beach.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;What do you do?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Go back for the food packs&lt;br /&gt;Look around for plants to eat&lt;br /&gt;Look around for animals to eat&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21289</id>
    <published>2008-02-15T15:24:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T06:48:14Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Go Ahead</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21288"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Before you can all agree on which path to take, you hear a shout from the direction of the ship. You all turn to look, and see lights moving about. On deck there are men moving about with lanterns.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The pirates have already noticed you are gone!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;You all turn towards the nearest path, &lt;strong&gt;the path ahead&lt;/strong&gt;, which leads directly into the jungle. You run along it for half an hour, all three of you getting scratches from the jungle plants, before you stop in a small clearing.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m hungry,&amp;#8221; says Zoe.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m tired,&amp;#8221; says Joe.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;But you want to keep moving.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So what do you do?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Stop to eat&lt;br /&gt;Stop to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Keep going&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21288</id>
    <published>2008-02-15T15:15:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T12:19:50Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Go Left</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21287"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;No one saw you leave the ship, but you realise they&amp;#8217;ll know soon. You suggest to Zoe and Joe that you should hide the rowboat, so the pirates will not know where you landed on the shore.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The three of you get to work, pulling the boat a short way into the jungle &lt;strong&gt;to your left&lt;/strong&gt;. You decide to cover it with leaves and branches, before noticing that there aren&amp;#8217;t any loose leaves or branches on the ground.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;One of you has to climb into a tree to cut some branches, to cover the boat and for firewood.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So who will it be?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Zoe climbs the tree&lt;br /&gt;Joe climbs the tree&lt;br /&gt;You climb the tree&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21287</id>
    <published>2008-02-15T15:10:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-16T01:28:09Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">My answers to the quiz with the incredibly long title</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/18506"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. Blue, with seashells.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2. Home. My bedroom to be more specific.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3. Well, my hair is kinda halfway between blonde and brown. So I&amp;#8217;m not sure how to answer this one!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4. Wil Wheaton&amp;#8217;s blog. Yay!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5. I guess my iPod is pretty valuable. Moreso than my other stuff anyway. My laptop is too. But that&amp;#8217;s about it really.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;6. I always get distracted by the lava lamps in a shop window I walk past on my way to work, lol. Pretty&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;7. I think if I was more motivated to write I&amp;#8217;d fit into the site better, and that would mean I&amp;#8217;d like it more. As for now, yeah, it&amp;#8217;s pretty cool. It&amp;#8217;s good to have a limit to the length of my stories sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;8. Surrender.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;9. In Too Deep, by Sum 41&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So, there you go. Now you know a bunch of pretty much useless stuff about me! Hooray!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/18506</id>
    <published>2008-01-15T12:32:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-13T20:45:44Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">It's my fault you're in jail [Minimum length challenge]</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/16843"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You said no. But I kept going anyway. Boy, do I regret that now.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/16843</id>
    <published>2007-12-28T13:38:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-27T08:19:39Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">It's his fault you're in jail [Minimum length challenge]</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/16842"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You said no, but he didn&amp;#8217;t stop. So you hit him. A bit too hard.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/16842</id>
    <published>2007-12-28T13:31:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-26T13:01:07Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Telling [Minimum length challenge]</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/16841"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;You told!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;No-&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Don&amp;#8217;t lie to me.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Alright, I told.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/16841</id>
    <published>2007-12-28T13:26:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-26T12:47:48Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Talking to God [Minimum length challenge]</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/16791"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I didn&amp;#8217;t &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; she&amp;#8217;d die,&amp;#8221; I confess to Him.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;But I hoped.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/16791</id>
    <published>2007-12-27T13:37:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-26T01:19:01Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">What happens when there's nothing to do but stare?</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/14333"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;They&amp;#8217;re cold, grey and lifeless. I stare at them, hoping they&amp;#8217;ll change. But they don&amp;#8217;t.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I wish you were here.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;No, I don&amp;#8217;t. You wouldn&amp;#8217;t like it here. I sure don&amp;#8217;t.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;There&amp;#8217;s nothing to &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; here.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Nothing but stare at them. I wish I could see something there. A spark of light, a flicker of colour.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;But there&amp;#8217;s nothing.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I think I&amp;#8217;ve been staring for too long. I think this, because I just saw them move. But they can&amp;#8217;t move. They&amp;#8217;re not living things.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Oh, no.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;It happened again. I saw them move. It&amp;#8217;s crazy, I know, or maybe it&amp;#8217;s me that&amp;#8217;s crazy, but I know what I saw.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Again!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;How can this be happening? Have I finally gone mad? I mean, I knew it would happen, with nothing to do but stare all day.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;But I didn&amp;#8217;t think I&amp;#8217;d been here &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; long. Not yet.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I want to close my eyes, because maybe if I can&amp;#8217;t see it, it won&amp;#8217;t be happening. But I&amp;#8217;ve been staring for so long, it hurts even to blink.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Eyes shut and I can hear it. It must really be happening.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The walls are closing in.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/14333</id>
    <published>2007-11-23T12:35:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-23T15:50:23Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zkid</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/zkid</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
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