<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976584905552500569</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:43:52.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>short storys and other things</title><subtitle type='html'>they may be bad, but, i make them cause I'm bored.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>someone here or there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491753804943150683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSCAXg9PSN4/R_FcGX4Sw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FTm6BdUlVsc/S220/unknown+boy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976584905552500569.post-8166478629197563731</id><published>2010-01-09T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T03:37:52.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hero"   By: Me</title><content type='html'>A night of a bloody battle, A valiant warrior who sported a white robe, Slashed and cut down many of his foes, The sight to be seen was like, Rose petals swirling around and around in the wind, As he lay his enemies in ruin littering the battlefield around him, His white robe came red as he slaughtered more and more, The blood drenched warrior soon came to an end, As the many slashes upon his body slowly drained his blood from his body, His partners in this battle came to him and gave him a finishing blow to the heart, Lunging there swords into his chest, And there he lay, Among the rotting corpses upon the field of lost souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note*&lt;br /&gt;Revision of an earlier post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976584905552500569-8166478629197563731?l=my-short-storys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/feeds/8166478629197563731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976584905552500569&amp;postID=8166478629197563731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/8166478629197563731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/8166478629197563731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/2010/01/hero-by-me.html' title='&quot;Hero&quot;   By: Me'/><author><name>someone here or there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491753804943150683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSCAXg9PSN4/R_FcGX4Sw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FTm6BdUlVsc/S220/unknown+boy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976584905552500569.post-1739064969575360581</id><published>2010-01-02T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:10:33.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTS: 3 Pig's and The Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After a long break we are back again! this time with a new story..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's about 3 pig's and a wolf! So now we begin&lt;/span&gt;] Once upon a time, There were these 3 little pigs, Who were forced to move out of their parents house. [What?!? That's so mean~.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I know it is, But that's how life is sometimes you know?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No... I don't know! why is that story so sad already?!?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;... Just shut up and let me continue!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;] Now... Each of the pig's wanted a different house so they went there separate ways. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Wheres the wolf?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm getting to it, now please quiet down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;]Now, A big bad and hungry wolf prowling around, on the out skirts of town, saw the pigs and there newly built houses.[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;... I have this feeling you skipped something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Of course I did, Getting into the details is too boring, and I'm just to lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;] Going for the easy one first, The wolf, Arrives at the house made of straw. "Let me in little pig, So I can eat you!" Say's the wolf. Terrified the pig sneaks out the back with out the wolf knowing. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sneaky sneaky little piggy~..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yes... Quite, Continuing on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;] "I said let me in!" With a growling demanding voice by the wolf, tearing apart the small house made from straw. Sniffing the air, he notices the pig is gone. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yay! the piggy lives &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;] Tracking the pigs track's to the next house, The wolf arrives at a house made of wood. "So this is where you ran off too." Say's the wolf; "Little pigs! Let me in!, So I can eat you!!" The terrified pig's decide to abandon the house, as the wolf rips apart the house with his claws.[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;.. Scary~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;]  Franticly the pig's run to their brothers house made of bricks, Telling him to lock the door. The wolf arrives shortly after, trying to break down the house to no avail. Scared the pigs crie out for help, and a big burly hunter comes to their aid and shoots the wolf, the end. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;... Is that it?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yes?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;... Seriously??..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;...Yes???..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;LAME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I don't give a damn! I got lazy! Do you know what time it is?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You 2 should be in bed by now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Story teller walk's off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;He's not very nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; No he isn't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Story wasn't nice either..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No... No it wasn't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;What ever, I'm going to bed, Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Good night~~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Story Teller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Listener 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Listener 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Listener 1+2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976584905552500569-1739064969575360581?l=my-short-storys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/feeds/1739064969575360581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976584905552500569&amp;postID=1739064969575360581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/1739064969575360581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/1739064969575360581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/2010/01/sots-3-pigs-and-wolf.html' title='SOTS: 3 Pig&apos;s and The Wolf'/><author><name>someone here or there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491753804943150683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSCAXg9PSN4/R_FcGX4Sw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FTm6BdUlVsc/S220/unknown+boy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976584905552500569.post-96222573314536396</id><published>2009-03-13T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:52:10.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOTS: Sleeping Beauty -Alt-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok! time for a new story!..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;oh my god, are you serious?!?..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that I am&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bah! fine I'll listen.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hahaa! I win :)&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Just get on with the story&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;Once upon a time, in a land far away lived a princess, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;dude.... A princess? how old do you think I am?..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; dunno, 11?..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Oh my god! are you serious?!? I'm like.... never mind..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O-ook.... Continuing then&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who's beauty was unmatched by those around her, and among the crowd that looked upon her in Awe, Was a witch&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;cool a story..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dude you woke him up with your loud story telling!&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No.... I was woken up about half way through the last story.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Please.... Don't cut me off anymore during the story*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;h so&lt;/span&gt;rry,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ase&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ue&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; Now the witch, who's beauty was second to the Princess, Was filled with jealousy... and maybe some hate, towards the princess, all for the petty reason of being more beautiful, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Very petty reason..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*shh*&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; so the witch thought of a plan, To rid the world of the princess, now since the witch couldn't bring herself with kill her, she poisoned an apple, now what the poison does will be told later&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Why not just tell us now?&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; what?!?, F*** this, Story time is over now get to bed, I'll continue this another time&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;are you sure??&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;yea~~ are you??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes i'm sure now get the bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y~~~&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Story-teller walks off&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's lying to us, aint he?&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes he is my friend, yes he is.... now lets get some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Your no fun.... Night listener 1~~&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.... Good night liestener 2&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976584905552500569-96222573314536396?l=my-short-storys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/feeds/96222573314536396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976584905552500569&amp;postID=96222573314536396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/96222573314536396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/96222573314536396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleeping-beauty-alt.html' title='SOTS: Sleeping Beauty -Alt-'/><author><name>someone here or there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491753804943150683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSCAXg9PSN4/R_FcGX4Sw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FTm6BdUlVsc/S220/unknown+boy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976584905552500569.post-3452765569922294055</id><published>2009-03-07T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:52:47.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story's of the StoryTeller: Rapunzel    -Alt-</title><content type='html'>once upon time, the was this person with extremely long (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and greasy hair but this wont be mentioned in the story&lt;/span&gt;) Who lived in a castle( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Don't know how she got up there in the first place since there wasn't a ladder or some stairs, On second thought, How does she continue to live with like no food?!... K... never mind this would ruin the story, Moving on&lt;/span&gt;) and one day this man notices the long hair coming from a window(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;greasy as it...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*shh* you said you weren't going to mention this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ah I did, didn't i? Hm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) so the man shouted, "Let down your hair!, So I may climb up and see you"(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;quite the dunce this guy is eh? the hair is already down&lt;/span&gt;) And the maiden in the tower(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wait... I thought this was a castle..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Change of plot..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; can't do the in the middle of a story!!..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well I just did, So, Moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) looked out and shouted; "You twat! my hair is down already!", Angered by the maidens comment, the young man left, The end(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.. What the hell? Wheres the happy ending?..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Not every story has to have a happy ending.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Uh.... Yes they do!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; No.... They don't!, Now end!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976584905552500569-3452765569922294055?l=my-short-storys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/feeds/3452765569922294055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976584905552500569&amp;postID=3452765569922294055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/3452765569922294055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/3452765569922294055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/2009/03/rapunzel-alt.html' title='Story&apos;s of the StoryTeller: Rapunzel    -Alt-'/><author><name>someone here or there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491753804943150683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSCAXg9PSN4/R_FcGX4Sw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FTm6BdUlVsc/S220/unknown+boy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976584905552500569.post-639245283095312508</id><published>2008-09-18T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:41:51.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free - By: Me</title><content type='html'>The nights seem endless, As I gaze up Looking at the moon, I began to think, Is this all real? Am I dreaming this? If it so happens that I really am, Then what of my existence?  Is that real?&lt;br /&gt;I’m at the end of my rope, As I come closer to insanity, Losing my self to the void inside of me, Clinging to what little light I see. I start to regret, Treading down this path, That only fool takes, Looking back at my past, I feel unfulfilled, Not doing the best I can, Ignoring those around me.&lt;br /&gt;I lock my heart out to those I love, Hoping that I wont drag them in, After all, I want to suffer alone, I keep the madness bottled up, Until it comes out in a rage a fury.&lt;br /&gt;I begin to look at the walls around me, They are covered up in a White fabric, Soft so I don’t try killing myself, Arms strapped around me in a jacket, So I don’t try strangling myself, A gag in my mouth, So I don’t try biting my tongue and bleed to death. On the verge to insanity, I look at the moon, And knew this was the best path, Then all went dark, I’m lost, Deep in the void, I feel… Free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976584905552500569-639245283095312508?l=my-short-storys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/feeds/639245283095312508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976584905552500569&amp;postID=639245283095312508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/639245283095312508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/639245283095312508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/2008/09/free-by-me.html' title='Free - By: Me'/><author><name>someone here or there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491753804943150683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSCAXg9PSN4/R_FcGX4Sw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FTm6BdUlVsc/S220/unknown+boy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976584905552500569.post-3562596302451322453</id><published>2008-05-16T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:28:02.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title - By: Me</title><content type='html'>Walk With Me By My Side And I'll Walk By Yours, I'll Take Your Hand And You'll Do The Same, And We'll Take Stroll By The River Side And Gaze Upon The Moon Lit Stars, And We’ll Be Hand In Hand As We Continue Our Journey On A Road Called Life, Upon Reaching The End, We Look Each Other In The Face, And Look Back At What We Have Done With Our Lives And Gaze Upon The Children That We Have Made, And Think Of What Life Will Hold For Them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976584905552500569-3562596302451322453?l=my-short-storys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/feeds/3562596302451322453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976584905552500569&amp;postID=3562596302451322453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/3562596302451322453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/3562596302451322453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-title-by-me.html' title='No Title - By: Me'/><author><name>someone here or there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491753804943150683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSCAXg9PSN4/R_FcGX4Sw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FTm6BdUlVsc/S220/unknown+boy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976584905552500569.post-591538375606331599</id><published>2008-03-25T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:48:15.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCRAPPED BUT STILL POSTING</title><content type='html'>Endless nights of a hellish dream, Never before realized upon the open path, The day it was dawned upon me, I thought to myself when will I awake, A fork in the road would appear, My heart was filled with ache, How much longer must I suffer, As I walk down the long twisted road,  Wondering where my love has gone,  How will I die, Finally upon reaching the end of the path I have chosen,  I came to a conclusion, I will go on alone,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976584905552500569-591538375606331599?l=my-short-storys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/feeds/591538375606331599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976584905552500569&amp;postID=591538375606331599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/591538375606331599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/591538375606331599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/2008/03/scrapped-butstill-posting.html' title='SCRAPPED BUT STILL POSTING'/><author><name>someone here or there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491753804943150683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSCAXg9PSN4/R_FcGX4Sw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FTm6BdUlVsc/S220/unknown+boy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976584905552500569.post-5948400778902730309</id><published>2008-02-20T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:11:47.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title - by: Me</title><content type='html'>A night of a bloody battle, A valiant warrior who sported a white robe, Slashed and cut down many of his foes, The sight to be seen was like, The rose petals swirling around and around in the wind, As he lay his enemies in ruin littering the battlefield around him, His white robe came red as he slaughtered more and more people, The blood drenched warrior soon came to an end, As the many cuts upon his body slowly drained his blood from his body as he slowly died, His partners in this battle came to him and gave him a finishing blow to the heart, Lunging there swords into his chest his life came to a quick end, And he to became one of the rotting corpse’  upon the field of lost souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s/n:&lt;br /&gt;        ah well, it's not the best of my works but hey it's something at least...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976584905552500569-5948400778902730309?l=my-short-storys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/feeds/5948400778902730309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976584905552500569&amp;postID=5948400778902730309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/5948400778902730309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/5948400778902730309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-title-by-me.html' title='No Title - by: Me'/><author><name>someone here or there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491753804943150683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSCAXg9PSN4/R_FcGX4Sw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FTm6BdUlVsc/S220/unknown+boy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976584905552500569.post-54438710489201216</id><published>2008-02-05T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:26:58.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Rose - By: Nicholas Ross (Me)</title><content type='html'>The blood drenched rose withers away as time pass’s by,  the never ending onslaught upon the battle field, upon the morning light, there shines a hill soaked in a thick red liquid, the vultures circle over head to feast on the soon to be rotting corpses of the great war of the bloody rose on the battle field, with the succulent nutrients soaking into the earth, the waste land soon turns into a wonderful field of white roses with a single rose tainted with blood, and dyed red to mark the spot where once a mighty and fierce battle was had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S.  this was kinda... meh had nothing else)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976584905552500569-54438710489201216?l=my-short-storys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/feeds/54438710489201216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976584905552500569&amp;postID=54438710489201216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/54438710489201216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/54438710489201216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/2008/02/red-rose.html' title='Red Rose - By: Nicholas Ross (Me)'/><author><name>someone here or there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491753804943150683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSCAXg9PSN4/R_FcGX4Sw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FTm6BdUlVsc/S220/unknown+boy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976584905552500569.post-247602116406367246</id><published>2008-02-04T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:49:54.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret - By: Nicholas Ross (Me)</title><content type='html'>Have you… Ever regretted… Not even once?… Well… My stories different…I regretted living all the time… So I lived life.. Without a single care in the world… Till one day… I found something… Something I wanted to protect… Even at the cost  of my own life… For the thing I wanted to protect… Was my love… So I continued to live… For her… And only her… After quite some years… She was killed… And I went berserk… Blaming myself… For not being able to protect her… The only thing which I have lived for… And when I awoken from this nightmare, I ended my own life with the slash of my wrists, and as I felt the pain tears came down my face, for I hoped that I would see her again with her gentle smile waiting for me, to come by her side, with all the things that have passed, this nightmare was no nightmare at all, but a very sad dream… A reminder of the one I lost, many centuries ago… to this day… I still remember… Her gentle smile upon her face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976584905552500569-247602116406367246?l=my-short-storys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/feeds/247602116406367246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976584905552500569&amp;postID=247602116406367246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/247602116406367246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/247602116406367246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/2008/02/regret-by-nicholas-ross-me.html' title='Regret - By: Nicholas Ross (Me)'/><author><name>someone here or there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491753804943150683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSCAXg9PSN4/R_FcGX4Sw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FTm6BdUlVsc/S220/unknown+boy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976584905552500569.post-5028224999069431124</id><published>2008-02-04T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:48:32.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path Of Nightmare - By: Nicholas Ross (Me)</title><content type='html'>I Walk The Path Of Internal Nightmare, But I Will Never Stray From This Path I Walk On, For Once I Reach The End I Will Find Happiness, However Once I Stray From The Path All I Will Find Is Sorrow And Pain.&lt;br /&gt;And I Will Walk This Path Alone, For This Is The Path I Have Chosen For Myself, If I Cannot Walk The Path I Have Chosen On My Own, And Get The Help Of Someone Dear To Me I Fear What Might Happen.&lt;br /&gt;For This Is the Path Of Internal Nightmare, The Path That Will Bring Me and Other's That Help Me Into Despair, But I'm Afraid Of This Path I Have Chosen For Myself, Cause If I Never Reach The End I Will Face An Eternity Alone.&lt;br /&gt;I Walk The Path Of Internal Nightmare, And I Will Walk This Path Alone, Without The Aid Of Other's, For This Path Is My Path I Will Take Alone.&lt;br /&gt;Plunging Ever So Deep Into The Darkness, Losing Myself To This Path, Before I Can Finish This Path I have Chosen Will I Still Be Me? Or Will I Be Lost In The Darkness Of The Nightmarish Path.&lt;br /&gt;That Has Drove Other's Before Me Into Insanity, Who Lost Them Self's To&lt;br /&gt;The Path Of Nightmare's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976584905552500569-5028224999069431124?l=my-short-storys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/feeds/5028224999069431124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976584905552500569&amp;postID=5028224999069431124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/5028224999069431124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/5028224999069431124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/2008/02/path-of-nightmare-by-nicholas-ross-me.html' title='The Path Of Nightmare - By: Nicholas Ross (Me)'/><author><name>someone here or there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491753804943150683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSCAXg9PSN4/R_FcGX4Sw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FTm6BdUlVsc/S220/unknown+boy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976584905552500569.post-3583956275583205196</id><published>2008-02-02T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:53:18.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>My life filled with regret, falls apart at the seams, never ending  thought of life and death fill my mind, and I slowly go insane with madness fear and pain, I wait for death to come so that it will end my long and cruel life, as I get older I begin to think this will never end, this life of pain and torment, we all live in this world of pain, and many suffer more then others, all wish to escape from this plain and move on into the next world within our dreams, the place which seems like a utopia, a world like heaven, but instead it’s almost like the world you came from before you died, a place with people around who are still unhappy, and before you came here you remembered you had a choice to live here or to return into nothingness from where all souls are born, but you also remember what the gate keeper said, return to this place and you will never live again frightened my his words you chose this path, I how ever chose this road within the world of dreams, and beyond the void gate I found myself at ease as I slowly drifted away into nothingness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976584905552500569-3583956275583205196?l=my-short-storys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/feeds/3583956275583205196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976584905552500569&amp;postID=3583956275583205196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/3583956275583205196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/3583956275583205196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>someone here or there</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14491753804943150683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SSCAXg9PSN4/R_FcGX4Sw4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/FTm6BdUlVsc/S220/unknown+boy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5976584905552500569.post-4367342129060593212</id><published>2008-02-01T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:03:42.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Not Have A Title</title><content type='html'>The Dark Evening Where All Came To An End, There Was A Light Of A Candle, On A Desk There A Letter I Was Supposed To Send, Mischievous Words Were On The Document That Brought The Kingdom Into A Scandal, Upon Reading The Letter I Found Myself  In A Dungeon Where All Was Black, This Note Was Something That Was Secret And No One Was To Read, Knights Have Taken Me From My Home As Soon As They Found Out I Read The Parchment Within The Sack, As I Lay Half Dead In The Darkness I Think As I Bleed, When… Will… I…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5976584905552500569-4367342129060593212?l=my-short-storys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-short-storys.blogspot.com/feeds/4367342129060593212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5976584905552500569&amp;postID=4367342129060593212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/4367342129060593212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5976584905552500569/posts/default/4367342129060593212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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