<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">
	<channel>
		<title>Stories</title>
		<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/-t1.htm</link>
		<description>Write any story you like, or post inspiring things from others.</description>
		<lastBuildDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 17:50:17 GMT</lastBuildDate>
		<ttl>10</ttl>
		<image>
			<title>Stories</title>
			<url>http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v228/Gloric/hetrovono.png</url>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/-t1.htm</link>
		</image>
		<item>
			<title>Because Im bored You can Read one of my essays</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/because-im-bored-you-can-read-one-of-my-essays-t582.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Seko</dc:creator>
			<description>While I was headed to the junkyard to get a hood, and hood latch for my car, my father and I saw a Van beginning to spew out white smoke that smelt like burnt motor oil, a very unpleasant smell. My dad tells me that the van probably has a bad PCV valve. I saw it as ironic that we were in the process of getting a car fixed and then seeing a car have minor troubles. As my father and I drove into ‘Pick-n-Pull’, an auto junkyard in North St. Louis, I saw cars that were being towed in from a car accident.  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 17:50:17 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/because-im-bored-you-can-read-one-of-my-essays-t582.htm#11393</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/because-im-bored-you-can-read-one-of-my-essays-t582.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The sky is purple</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/the-sky-is-purple-t393.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Majik</dc:creator>
			<description>Lying in the grass, I smile happily as I stare up at the stars. I can't see them all, but knowing that thier there helps. My fingers running through the grass, I take in the night air and hold my breath, wanting to hold the moment just as long. As I breathe back out however, I suddenly realize somethings wrong.



It's here.



My body is relaxed, and I've just started to ease into position, but suddenly it's there.



Watching me.



No, I've been a fool. It's always been there. I just  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 16:57:52 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/the-sky-is-purple-t393.htm#6786</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/the-sky-is-purple-t393.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>My first memory</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/my-first-memory-t514.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Anonymous</dc:creator>
			<description>K this is my first real post so don't blam me if i am doing something wrong. This is my first memory so its still a story 



There are few times when I have felt completely secure and lethargic, but my earliest memory has always brought me back to the feeling of not having a care in the world. My great memory is a simple stroller ride down my grandmother’s street. I was on my stomach looking through a clear plastic flap in the back of the stroller, not even conscious of my body, only my vision  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2009 07:22:28 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/my-first-memory-t514.htm#10116</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/my-first-memory-t514.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Into the Woods</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/into-the-woods-t497.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Majik</dc:creator>
			<description>She walked through the woods alone, the dirt path in front of her stretching out farther than she could see. Her dress snagged lightly on the thorn bushes and the brambles underfoot tugged at her stockings. The moon was high abover her head, and through the trees she thought she heard the sound of leaves crunching. The light from her lantern faded slowly as the wind began to pickup, and the beats of what sounded like steps behind her. She spun around and the only thing that lit the night was  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 12:54:13 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/into-the-woods-t497.htm#9892</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/into-the-woods-t497.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>OH COME OFF IT</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/oh-come-off-it-t493.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Majik</dc:creator>
			<description>English is such a pretty language. It is, it really is. Many of you don't understand how beautiful it can be. All the romantic girls in middle school pick french because they think it sounds slow and lovely, and all the other girls pick spanish because it sounds suave and sexy. German will always be a mystery to me as to why it is picked, I know my reasons but they are more personal.



I took German because I have german roots, because of my german ancestry, and because German is fun to shout.  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 17:07:50 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/oh-come-off-it-t493.htm#9837</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/oh-come-off-it-t493.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>FREDRICO EDUARDO THE COMPLETELY AMAZING RABBIT</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/fredrico-eduardo-the-completely-amazing-rabbit-t6.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Majik</dc:creator>
			<description>So one say there was a bunny. But he wasn't a normal bunny. He was a super-bunny. Like Superman, but of the bunnies. Bunny...people? Idk, whatever. So anyway, this super-bunny was like, all majikal and shit. He could like, summon the wind and crap, and fly way with all his fuzzy woodland creatures an mystical adventures to far-away places. Did I mention that his name was Fredrico Eduardo? Yeah, so anyway... he loves taco pies and puddings with the skin off and taking long romantic hops on the  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 07:15:09 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/fredrico-eduardo-the-completely-amazing-rabbit-t6.htm#8</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/fredrico-eduardo-the-completely-amazing-rabbit-t6.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>I'm a hippopattamus and I've got noodles on my back, noodles on my back, noodles on my back...</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/i-m-a-hippopattamus-and-i-ve-got-noodles-on-my-back-noodles-on-my-back-noodles-on-my-back-t380.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Majik</dc:creator>
			<description>So once upon a time there was a fairy named Daisy. Daisy had the biggest wings of all the fairies, so big that when she spread them out, you could have fit two whole apples in between them. One day, Daisy was out picking tulips when her friend Violet when suddenly a big storm came. Daisy spread her wings and began to fly back to the mushroom forest when just then she saw a little shrew limping painfully along. she flew down and asked the shrew what was wrong, and of course the shrew replied in  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 03:38:01 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/i-m-a-hippopattamus-and-i-ve-got-noodles-on-my-back-noodles-on-my-back-noodles-on-my-back-t380.htm#6397</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/i-m-a-hippopattamus-and-i-ve-got-noodles-on-my-back-noodles-on-my-back-noodles-on-my-back-t380.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Now you know</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/now-you-know-t358.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Majik</dc:creator>
			<description>One upon a time there was a mother hen who lived whith a rooster. He was very hansum. They lived on a farm named Bellbricks farm. They loved Bellbricks farm. The farmer did too. His name was Jack. He loved Bellbricks farm alout. One day when he went to check on the mother hen he lifted her up and what did he see? A Eggstraordinary Eggstraspecial giant egg! He was very suprised! He called the vet. The vet was suprised too! The vet came and looked at the hen then the egg. He didn't know what to  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 13:19:37 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/now-you-know-t358.htm#5951</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/now-you-know-t358.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Dragons Dragons are you always there?</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/dragons-dragons-are-you-always-there-t441.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Hetrovono</dc:creator>
			<description>Nothing too important I just wanted to hear everyones opinions. I asked ChaCha what the theory on dragons was she said &quot;The range from Dragons never existed&quot; to &quot;Dragons left the physical plain to the astral plane and remain there as guardians&quot; No why can't this be the truth? because some old man in the desert told the better part of the world that some big fake man created us all from his mind and in his image? Well that's all well and good but some &quot;guy&quot; in the  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 01:38:33 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/dragons-dragons-are-you-always-there-t441.htm#8073</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/dragons-dragons-are-you-always-there-t441.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Stained Snow</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/stained-snow-t398.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Alexyasha</dc:creator>
			<description>It was one of those nights where everything seemed so simple that everyone just knew something was going to happen. 

Whitney Frost was a young college student, his high school career just behind him. His light brown hair was short and uncut as his icy blue eyes watched her every move. He was still wearing his heavy military boots, the shoe laces were barely untied from a long day. The only sign that he was relaxed was his arm on the arm rest and the other that kept with the beat of the music  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 21:51:40 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/stained-snow-t398.htm#7043</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/stained-snow-t398.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The First Installment of THE BIRTHDAY CHRONICLES</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/the-first-installment-of-the-birthday-chronicles-t386.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>aquarelic</dc:creator>
			<description>The Birthday Chronicles



Everyone in the city knew when it was coming. Around here, birthdays were feared. The children could smell it in the air and were afraid that this would be their year. In this city, birthdays were feared. The city was located in a locked metal dome that let in no light nor rain. No one remembered how they came to be here, but they could feel the fear in the looks of others. When one came to their 19th birthday a armored iron van would stop at the doorsteps and drive  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 02:05:20 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/the-first-installment-of-the-birthday-chronicles-t386.htm#6547</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/the-first-installment-of-the-birthday-chronicles-t386.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Fires of Mome</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/the-fires-of-mome-t362.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>aquarelic</dc:creator>
			<description><![CDATA[Hey guys, 
<br />
Tis allie
<br />
ummm.. just saying that this is gunna be my epic story thingy so keep reading and hopefully I wont get a writers block.... (hopefully i wont die either, but they bother have the same percentage of hapening so Im pretty much screwed any way...) anywho just hope it gets better before I go blank like I did with my viking epic you will never read do to the fact that I could not transgress beyond the 12th chapter
<br />
love and kisses
<br />
allie]]></description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 03:06:09 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/the-fires-of-mome-t362.htm#5985</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/the-fires-of-mome-t362.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Eine Kleine Nachtmusik</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/eine-kleine-nachtmusik-t123.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Majik</dc:creator>
			<description>In which Sarah discovers the true meaning of Cold Blood.



A little girl runs down the streets,

Her bangs brushing against her face and cheeks

The girl looks behind to find the one love she’s known,

The pads of his feet following her own

She shows her teeth and looks back at the sun

Smiling now that the day is done

Banging through the door to her home

Like the blood flowing around her bones

She leaps up the stairs and through her door

Her faithful one trailing from the floor

Collapsing  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 01:47:54 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/eine-kleine-nachtmusik-t123.htm#2230</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/eine-kleine-nachtmusik-t123.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>MY STORY: Star</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/my-story-star-t304.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>aquarelic</dc:creator>
			<description>My Story



This is the story of me and how I came to be. 

I was not born…

No… I was not born as the people around you imagine…

I come from far away… 

I was born in the darkness…

Not a darkness as you could ever imagine… 

but a darkness searing and hungry and suffocating… 

It was out of the darkness that I became… 

I floated for many lifetimes of people from different worlds… 

you humans… so brilliantly ignorant and naïve… so fragile… 

your lifetimes are mere moments in  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 01:15:33 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/my-story-star-t304.htm#5284</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/my-story-star-t304.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>mmmmm.. Zen?</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/mmmmm-zen-t85.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Gloric</dc:creator>
			<description>Along a narrow path leading between two powerful, dark buildings, a small girl stumbles about at night searching for something. She isn’t sure what she is searching for but it is strong, and she can feel that she’s getting closer. It is almost as if a magnet were pulling her nearer, an unexplainable force leading the way. All along, a growing temptation stirs about becoming almost intolerable. The only energy left within her is that of survival, and it causes her to become irritated and frustrated.  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 02:41:32 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/mmmmm-zen-t85.htm#1540</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/mmmmm-zen-t85.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>An Amazing Anniversary</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/an-amazing-anniversary-t246.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>iluvmybbskittles</dc:creator>
			<description>&quot;Don't go.&quot; She moaned from underneath the covers.



&quot;No, I have to go. Remember, it's called work, it pays the bills.&quot;



          He pulled himself to sit up in the bed with the sheets covering his naked body. She pulled her arms around his chest. Putting all her weight on his chest she pulled herself into a sitting position and started to nibble on his neck. She tried to tempt him to take the day off. As much as he wanted to take the day off and spend the morning  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 02:20:11 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/an-amazing-anniversary-t246.htm#4422</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/an-amazing-anniversary-t246.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Only After You Leave.... (non-fiction)</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/only-after-you-leave-non-fiction-t245.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>iluvmybbskittles</dc:creator>
			<description>As I lie here beneath the cool, crisp covers of my bed, whispering breezes of your enticing cologne lingers throughout the room. Thinking of you, my love as I slowly snuggle within the tangled comforter. Although we are miles apart, as my head gently rests upon the pillow just nights ago that you slept on...traces of your warm body next to mine seem to capture every crevice of my mind.



I think of you, as the scent of your cologne engulfs my nostrils... I am now nestled within your strong,  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 01:59:38 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/only-after-you-leave-non-fiction-t245.htm#4421</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/only-after-you-leave-non-fiction-t245.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>What I Call Love (non-fiction)</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/what-i-call-love-non-fiction-t244.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>iluvmybbskittles</dc:creator>
			<description>Call it what you want-that burning feeling in the back of your mind whenever you think of him and all of your thoughts go awry and your heart speeds up, pushing your blood around your body like it's in a big hurry to go absolutely nowhere-call it obsessive, call it pathetic (I sure as hell don't feel pathetic), call it crazy if you want-the burning, the aching, the sheer longing to see him, the crooked smile, the stern jaw that locks when I laugh at the wrong moments, the wonderful mouth that  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 01:54:09 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/what-i-call-love-non-fiction-t244.htm#4420</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/what-i-call-love-non-fiction-t244.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Is It Really Love?</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/is-it-really-love-t243.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>iluvmybbskittles</dc:creator>
			<description>There were those days when i think about how we met, and how all this started. Then there are days when all i wonder why a guy like him would want to be with a girl like me? I have thought of those moments when we were really close, like he was my best friend. I would tell him everything about me, how i felt, what was bothering me, and he would understand me so well. I thought we would be close like that forever. Unfortunately, thing's change and so do people. 



          I was crushed to  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 01:41:33 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/is-it-really-love-t243.htm#4419</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/is-it-really-love-t243.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Love Over Lust</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/love-over-lust-t242.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>iluvmybbskittles</dc:creator>
			<description>It was Tuesday, the sky was clear and the breeze made it feel like Hawaii. As I walked out of my dorm, still in my pajamas, my friend-Zack, running at top speed- slammed into me. I didn't do anything except get up and get dressed. I was still wobbly from the crash, but I was well enough to class.



          Ah Prep school, the safest and more prestigious learning experience. I was still an 8th grader, but being away from mom made everything easier for me. Besides, I'm too busy looking at  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 01:34:05 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/love-over-lust-t242.htm#4418</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/love-over-lust-t242.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Sewer Riders</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/sewer-riders-t23.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Hetrovono</dc:creator>
			<description>It was a bright and early morning Hetrovono for the time being wanted to stay in bed. Then the smell of the pancakes in the kitchen quickly changed his mind. He got up got dressed and in a flash was down the stairs. He walked calmly through the kitchen behind his mom then ran into a seat at the dinning room table. He waited anxiously for the pancakes as the were his favorite breakfast food. His mom peaked into the living room and smiled. &quot;Excited for this mornings meal aren't we son?&quot;  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 19:21:06 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/sewer-riders-t23.htm#216</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/sewer-riders-t23.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Dirty Old Man</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/dirty-old-man-t151.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Alexyasha</dc:creator>
			<description>Disclaimer: Naruto and associated characters are property of Masashi Kishimoto. They are not my property!



These stories are for mature audiences only, hence the "M" rating. Please use discretion.



http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4000337/1/Dirty_Old_Man



Distraction



I look at you, and I can’t look away. I know I shouldn’t be staring, but thought and action are two very different things, aren’t they? I’ve thought and thought about the stupidity of this little obsession I’ve grown,  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 02:38:57 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/dirty-old-man-t151.htm#3109</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/dirty-old-man-t151.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Fourteen Dates- fanfic</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/fourteen-dates-fanfic-t114.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Alexyasha</dc:creator>
			<description>hhmmmmm so nik wanted to read this at school and even though i'm 14 chapters ahead of him, i want to too XD

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3273388/1/Fourteen_Dates



ourteen Dates



Chapter 1– Prologue



“Only about twenty more minutes,” Sakura thought to herself as she leapt gracefully from tree to tree. It was a beautiful, chilly Saturday morning in late spring, the type of clear morning that sometimes leads to an voice of avocation. And he had deep pockets, due to the brilliant success  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 06:46:25 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/fourteen-dates-fanfic-t114.htm#2042</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/fourteen-dates-fanfic-t114.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>A whisp of smoke wafting through the rafters</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/a-whisp-of-smoke-wafting-through-the-rafters-t59.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Majik</dc:creator>
			<description>They have been coming more recently, 

but as always,

they never stay.



I don't remember my dreams, my visions never stay to comfort or frighten me,

They simply leave with the coming dawn and have me feeling empty at the beginning of the day.

It is true though, the empty vessel makes the greatest sound.



I know that they do exist, for as I pass through the days and weeks,

I will be reminded of the things I have seen and thoughts I have pondered.

My thoughts blend with my wishes,  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 06:51:06 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/a-whisp-of-smoke-wafting-through-the-rafters-t59.htm#1015</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/a-whisp-of-smoke-wafting-through-the-rafters-t59.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Feeling of Death</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/the-feeling-of-death-t10.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>elementalwolf00</dc:creator>
			<description>Once again the feeling of death. The cold stare of the man sitting across the room, fire in his eyes, a lighter in his hand. As I awake the dreariness snaps into focus.  become aware of my surroundings. I attempt to move my hands, but find them bound behind my back. Too scared to move, to breath, afraid that any movement will ignite the lust to kill in his heart. His heart, cold and lifeless, burning deep into me.

	He strikes the lighter and begins walking towards me, eyes burning as embers,  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 23:29:32 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/the-feeling-of-death-t10.htm#54</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/the-feeling-of-death-t10.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Hmmmmm....</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/hmmmmm-t21.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Majik</dc:creator>
			<description><![CDATA[I wrote this awhile ago, and I don't know why I'm posting it here, but I figured I might as well... maybe decisions at 2 in the morning are the better made ones, eh?
<br />

<br />
*edit* I can't find what I was looking for... I think I deleted it when I reformatted accidentally... oh well, I'll find something else to put here eventually.]]></description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 08:19:44 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/hmmmmm-t21.htm#205</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/hmmmmm-t21.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Wild Berries</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/wild-berries-t66.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Alexyasha</dc:creator>
			<description>He lived off of the wild berries and the water from the stream. His way was living was not questioned since there was no one to question it. The days and months went by so fast that he could no longer keep track. He wasn't even sure how old he was at that point. Not that matter. The only thing that mattered was his forest, his happiness, the two things he had alone. He didn't build a log cabin or anything, he slept under the trees every night. On the days that it rained, he slept in a nearby  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 23:31:32 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/wild-berries-t66.htm#1233</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/wild-berries-t66.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Riana's Story</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/riana-s-story-t29.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Gloric</dc:creator>
			<description>Just thought i'd post this. It explains where I got the idea for her.



Riana Crossvell (closest english translation [originally something like Zhree-han-ah Xias-vell]) lives on a planet called Xhusa which is almost at an end. The planet is hundreds of millions of years old, much older than earth, and has an average temperature of around 80 in the winter and 110 in the summer. Her species has bluish skin, dark eyes and black hair. Standing upright they are about 4 ft. tall on average, boys  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 23:48:58 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/riana-s-story-t29.htm#260</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/riana-s-story-t29.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Exactly Like That Bleachy Style</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/exactly-like-that-bleachy-style-t28.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Alexyasha</dc:creator>
			<description>“Urahara!”



BANG



The sun was still coming up meaning it was time to train. Or at least thats what Ichigo and Rukia had been told...



“Urahara!” Ichigo yelled, banging on the door to the shop as the sign that said “we're not open yet” bounced up and down. He glared at the door as Rukia was looking at her cell phone, “there aren't any hollows around, so hes gotta be in there.” She said, watch him bang harder. The two weren't dressed for school and wore regular clothes due to their  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 23:24:09 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/exactly-like-that-bleachy-style-t28.htm#255</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/exactly-like-that-bleachy-style-t28.htm</guid>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>A short...thing</title>
			<link>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/a-shortthing-t30.htm</link>
			<dc:creator>Majik</dc:creator>
			<description>The people all around me try to find out how to live

Falling through my world because my head is like a sieve

Looking to the sky for the answer to it all

When it’s staring right at you so incredibly small

The tears you have shed for this imaginary place

Look like flowers to me as they crawl down your face

The eyes of your loved ones gaze down through the veil

Watch the symbols weigh down on the closely balanced scale

A color,

A bell,

A key,

A stone, 

All things that should  ...</description>
			<category>Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 15:52:54 GMT</pubDate>
			<comments>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/a-shortthing-t30.htm#345</comments>
			<guid>http://hetrovonoakaddj.forumandco.com/stories-f5/a-shortthing-t30.htm</guid>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>