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			<title><![CDATA[ [Short Story] Unabashed Devotion ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Fabian rambling. Unedited as it was part of my NaNo.
<br>
<br>
I give up on NaNo this year due to lack of time\inspiration on the story I started. I&#39;m really behind now due to both so, yeah, I doubt it&#39;ll get done.
It&#39;ll be a miracle if I do.
<br>
<br>
But this is the intro for it. It stands alone well enough on its own, so, yeah.
<br>
<br>
Fabian (C) me.
<br>
<br>
~~~~~
<br>
<br>
It isn&#39;t common. Most would say it isn&#39;t right. But I can assure that it is the only true... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 00:47:20 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ [Short Story] My Promise to You ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <span class="postbody">This is a piece of stream of consciousness fiction.
<br>
<br>
This story was cobbled together from three different &quot;napkin stories&quot;, as I call them- IE, little stories I write on napkins or other scraps of paper
at work. I took out the parts I liked best from unfinished stories, pasted them together, and filled in the gaps. Due to this it is a bit inferior to other
things I&#39;ve written but I am still fond of it.
<br>
<br>
Avon is the narrator. This is, more... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 15:20:36 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ [Short Story] Shine Brightly ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Not much to say about this one. Twinkle is a crow fairy who does not get along well in fairy society, so he left... but he doesn&#39;t get along well in human
society either. Luckily he has a friend to help him. Also this story sucks hardcore. I&#39;m working my way through a bad writing block, so bare with me.
<br>
<br>
Twinkle (C) me.
<br>
Dahlia (C) Astrid.
<br>
<br>
~~~~~
<br>

<p style="text-indent: 0.8in; margin-bottom: 0in;">This was humiliating.</p>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 01:04:27 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Colorford XII: Ruther's Test ]]></title>
			<link>http://estrogenbrigade.yuku.com/topic/4140/t/Colorford-XII-Ruther-s-Test.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ There was one person James hadn&#39;t counted on during his midnight meetings with Elly and that had been his bodyguard. The man didn&#39;t like the
blue-haired aristocrat and, what&#39;s more, thought that this new development might really be a threat to his safety. If he failed to protect his charge who
<em>knew</em> what could happen to him. Thus it was the big Orange man had begged off work that very day and slept for as long as he dared, taking brief naps
in the car he hid near the... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 20:46:54 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Colorford XI: Riddles & Riding ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ James sighed. The autumn sunlight shone through the stable in bright rays with dancing motes playing about the hay piles. It was warm today with a slight
breeze that would make riding pleasant, and beautiful outside. The Colorford mansion&#39;s rolling pasture was dotted with artistically placed trees that lent
their golden and red toned hues to the otherwise green and dusty tan trailed expanse.
<br>
<br>
&quot;No, Filly, we can&#39;t,&quot; he tried for the third time. &quot;No one will... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 20:44:13 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Colorford X: Apologies, with Love ]]></title>
			<link>http://estrogenbrigade.yuku.com/topic/4138/t/Colorford-X-Apologies-with-Love.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ He took the day off.
<br>
<br>
He needed to, for he couldn&#39;t stop shaking and thinking he had ruined something very special by his own cowardice the other night. James had held himself
together for several days under the strain but he&#39;d been terrified to go to her after he&#39;d shown his true colors (the irony of this didn&#39;t escape
him) and now he didn&#39;t know how to see her again.
<br>
<br>
Besides, that other man <em>knew</em>. His golden-skinned face flushed darker as he... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 20:42:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Colorford IX: In Sickness ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ She was sick.
<br>
<br>
It was nothing too much - a touch of some virus that had been going around, she was sure -- but Elly was in very bad shape. She worried for some time about
James but had no way to send a message to him. They didn&#39;t call or contact one another on the computer for fear of being traced or anything. He simply came
over to a place they agreed upon the last time they&#39;d met. This wouldn&#39;t be a problem except tonight it was her place and Mark had insisted coming... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 20:40:39 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ [Short Story] Simple Sin ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <span class="postbody">This is actually the 2.0 of this, I&#39;d say. The &quot;original&quot; isn&#39;t posted anywhere and is slightly different from this
one. It has a few paragraphs I found awkward and removed, and this has a few more lines and an extra paragraph the original didn&#39;t have. Still not fully
satisfied, but it&#39;s been rotting on my hard drive and it deserves a little light.
<br>
<br>
Has a single word I feel I should warn about before anyone gets all offended, and, I... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 03:44:32 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ [Poetry] Einfache Bemerkungen ]]></title>
			<link>http://estrogenbrigade.yuku.com/topic/4098/t/-Poetry-Einfache-Bemerkungen.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ <span class="postbody">Written originally in German, and then translated to English. Just practicing my German.</span> Note that &quot;Ich rede töricht &quot;
is a quote from the Bible as well, from the area that inspired this poem.
<br>
<span class="postbody"><br>
<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Corinthians%2011:14;&amp;version=9;" target="_blank" class="postlink">&quot;Und das ist auch kein
Wunder; denn er selbst, der Satan, verstellet sich zum Engel des... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 02:19:06 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Colorford VIII: Food for Thought ]]></title>
			<link>http://estrogenbrigade.yuku.com/topic/4093/t/Colorford-VIII-Food-for-Thought.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ &quot;I wonder what he&#39;s eating,&quot; she sighed to herself as she popped the top on her foam container of noodles. Steam came pouring out and the smell
was usually enough to cause her stomach to rumble but now she was thinking of something else. Elly had found herself thinking of the blue-haired aristocrat
both during the day and night. She couldn&#39;t fool herself; she knew why.
<br>
<br>
It was enough to put you off food, being in love. The pale young woman sighed and pushed the cup... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 23:08:35 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Haiku! ]]></title>
			<link>http://estrogenbrigade.yuku.com/topic/4076/t/Haiku-.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ I don&#39;t usually write Haiku...I really don&#39;t. But I did scribble up two pieces (one that sucks and another I rather like because it&#39;s odd).
<br>
<br>
Haiku is 5-7-5 writing, syllables of, that is.
<br>
<br>
<br>

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    I am much better
    <br>
    Your work is inferior
    <br>
    Shock, I write fanfics
    <br>
    <br>
    <span style="font-weight: bold;">- Literacy... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 08:53:44 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Colorford VII: Song of the Mountain ]]></title>
			<link>http://estrogenbrigade.yuku.com/topic/4075/t/Colorford-VII-Song-of-the-Mountain.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ &quot;I&#39;d like to, Mark, but I can&#39;t.&quot;
<br>
<br>
&quot;Do you have a date?&quot; The purple-haired young man&#39;s eyes widened. &quot;Is that why you&#39;re always begging off early at your shop?&quot; Elly
grimaced a little. The man had guessed right but she didn&#39;t want to seem inclined to agree. He shouldn&#39;t know she was seeing James every night. No one
could. It was a tricky situation.
<br>
<br>
&quot;I&#39;m going someplace with a friend that&#39;s not from the area,... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 08:47:15 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Colorford VI: First Confession ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ It was absolutely <em>killing</em> Lorrie Colorford that she didn&#39;t know who her nephew was seeing every night. She had had her hopes on a young Blue whose
line was as unblemished and lovely as their own, but the lady had stared at her blankly when she&#39;d approached her on the subject. Clearly it wasn&#39;t
her. And it wasn&#39;t any of the others she had questioned, either!
<br>
<br>
Lorrie clucked her tongue and raised her hands to the tumbled mass of coiled plaits on top of her... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 08:46:42 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Colorford V: The Pending Storm ]]></title>
			<link>http://estrogenbrigade.yuku.com/topic/4073/t/Colorford-V-The-Pending-Storm.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ They met the next night at another beach.
<br>
<br>
This one was a popular resort area during the day but completely abandoned at this late hour. James was shivering with fear as he got out of his car to walk
across the dunes to the boardwalk. It was pitch dark except for the tiny beam of his flashlight and he started praying that it wouldn&#39;t fail and leave him
in the blackness. As he stepped over the first rise of dry grass and accumulated sand, though, he saw the welcome flash of... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 08:46:00 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ [Short Story] My Doubts ]]></title>
			<link>http://estrogenbrigade.yuku.com/topic/4064/t/-Short-Story-My-Doubts.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ Fabian (C) me
<br>
Vapula, his master (C) me
<br>
<br>
Also mentioned, but not in this story:
<br>
Belial, Vulcan (his son), Abagor, and Lillis (the fallen angel) (C) Astrid.
<br>
Zepar (C) me.
<br>
<br>
Elly, move this to the BCR as you see fit. It is mature, but it is not erotica, so I&#39;ll let you make the call.
<br>
<br>
~~~~~
<br>
<br>
Master, you cheated on me, I know you did. But I also know and understand that you don&#39;t see it that way. I cannot help, however, what my jealous... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:34:55 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Gan Ning: The Sound of the Bells ]]></title>
			<link>http://estrogenbrigade.yuku.com/topic/4059/t/Gan-Ning-The-Sound-of-the-Bells.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ There was always the sound of the bells.
<br>
<br>
The unmistakable jingling, a soft tinkle that was somehow always heard even among the sounds of battle. She always knew where he was although she didn&#39;t
have to hear them to know it was by her side. The summer afternoon was filled with peach tree blossoms and sparkling clear water along the banks of the river
as she ran along the silver strip with her weapons at the ready. She&#39;d been running along beside him in battle for so long she... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 09:35:09 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Ghostbusters Fanfics! ]]></title>
			<link>http://estrogenbrigade.yuku.com/topic/4058/t/Ghostbusters-Fanfics-.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ I do love Ghostbusters, you know ^^; I&#39;m an 80&#39;s lady and I grew up with the movies. So I gave in at last, being such a big fan it&#39;s not only fun
but most of it&#39;s accurate with little &#39;Easter Egg&#39; jokes hidden along the way~
<br>
__ __ __
<br>
<br>
&quot;Yeah, Ghostbustas.&quot; Janine Melnitz drawled into the phone. She was admiring her new manicure as she listened to the harried person on the line.
&quot;Mmm-hmm, okay, so is it a ghost or a monstah?&quot; She frowned... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 09:31:28 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Colorford IV: Unveiling the Mermaid ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ She came to him that night, stepped out of the frothing waves and onto the sands for the first time stepping with a pale foot and walking slowly towards the
blanket he lay on. He trembled at her approach but she stopped several feet away and looked down as if confused. He jumped to his feet and stood on the soft
cloth.
<br>
<br>
&quot;You got my note,&quot; he ventured quietly, the words whipping away in the salty breeze.
<br>
<br>
&quot;You got mine.&quot; Her voice was low and thrilling,... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 10:43:07 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Colorford III: Little Did They Know ]]></title>
			<link>http://estrogenbrigade.yuku.com/topic/4046/t/Colorford-III-Little-Did-They-Know.html</link>
			<description><![CDATA[ &quot;No, Aunt Lorrie,&quot; he groaned, wincing. &quot;I&#39;m not being reckless.&quot; James Colorford had been found out. Of course his aunt and uncle knew
he went fishing but they hadn&#39;t known when. One of the maids had woken up and seen him leave last night and had, of course, ran to tattle. His relatives
rewarded vigilance. She&#39;d probably been given extra pay, he thought sourly, and though he could fire her he&#39;d never know which one of the lower colors
it had been that had... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 10:42:35 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Colorford II: Note in a Shell ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ James lay on the beach towel and waited for his mermaid, as he&#39;d come to think of her, to show up. They had been meeting silently together for weeks now at
his favorite beach. He never even bothered to fish anymore. He just sat back and watched her graceful form pull and dive and stretch as she gathered things
from the ocean&#39;s never-ending bounty. Sometimes she grinned impishly at him before her next dive but she always stayed away. And he never spoke to her or
tried to get closer.... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 10:41:55 GMT</pubDate>
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