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		<title>Looking deeper</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 05:26:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Meghan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Look past those eyes, and past the smile no matter how many times they appear or fill with tears Look past her earnest wishes and her enthusiastic voice full of hopes and dreams of places she’s seen Ignore her scars and her broken moments the portrait of her experiences and reminders that she’s alive Because [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fromstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=15815487&amp;post=98&amp;subd=fromstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Prey</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 14:59:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Meghan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In a world with no sky A bird unable to fly Finds herself bound to the ground Easy prey for the foxes  - In a world with no sea A fish with nowhere to go Finds itself drying out alone Easy prey for the bears - In a world with no stars I simply gaze [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fromstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=15815487&amp;post=94&amp;subd=fromstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Unrequited</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 14:49:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Meghan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Stuck in this frozen time An unfinished love song clinging to my lips I wish that I could tell you once I wish I could tell you every day An endless and timeless hope An unfinished tune echoes across my heart How I wish that you would look my way How I wish that you [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fromstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=15815487&amp;post=91&amp;subd=fromstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>More</title>
		<link>http://fromstories.wordpress.com/2011/08/02/more/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2011 18:43:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Meghan</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://fromstories.wordpress.com/?p=87</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Crying out in silence Broken pride keeps me quiet The weight is getting too much And the foundations are already cracked The sand-glass is pouring out And the time is wearing thin How I beg the skies in tears Just one more? &#160; Knees are growing weaker And the pressure is building ‘Just don’t fall’ [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fromstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=15815487&amp;post=87&amp;subd=fromstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A sense of grey</title>
		<link>http://fromstories.wordpress.com/2011/01/10/a-sense-of-grey/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2011 20:19:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Meghan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Drabbles]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[She stared outward from where she sat. Taking in the scenery, but honestly not paying attention to it. The sound of the waves dulled out the silence as her head slowly worked. What was it? Something wasn’t right, but something wasn’t wrong. It was like an eternal contradiction hanging over her head, suspended in that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fromstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=15815487&amp;post=84&amp;subd=fromstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Like a Dance</title>
		<link>http://fromstories.wordpress.com/2011/01/10/like-a-dance/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2011 03:04:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Meghan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poems]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[free verse]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[metaphore]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was like a dance A heist A fight Maybe they were flying Or floating Or simply existing in that moment But who cared It was only them No one could interrupt They didn’t have the right And even if they did It would probably be unnoticed They were lost So far gone Maybe on [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fromstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=15815487&amp;post=81&amp;subd=fromstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>My Mask</title>
		<link>http://fromstories.wordpress.com/2010/11/07/my-mask/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2010 12:26:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Meghan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of my really old poems from about 5 years ago: I am hidden You can’t tell the truth My emotions are complicated And my thoughts are too My mask is there to save you From my confusing ways My mask is to protect you So I am normal, in your eyes But in my [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fromstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=15815487&amp;post=76&amp;subd=fromstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Drifter</title>
		<link>http://fromstories.wordpress.com/2010/10/17/the-drifter/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Oct 2010 19:29:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Meghan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[There’s this town. And I just stand there on the pavement, just watching. I never really do much. I don’t actually have anywhere to go. I just watch, I analyse, I think. I’m a bit of a drifter really. No real destination. No meaning to my life, no goals. You could almost say no hope. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fromstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=15815487&amp;post=72&amp;subd=fromstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Life&#8217;s Lonely Game</title>
		<link>http://fromstories.wordpress.com/2010/10/15/lifes-lonely-game/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2010 16:51:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Meghan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[club]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was just another one of those nights in this endless pattern. He sat near the edge of the dance floor watching the moving mannequins while the beat of the club pulsed around them. The lights from the ceiling moved around at dizzying speeds making the whole place seem to move in double time. &#160; [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fromstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=15815487&amp;post=67&amp;subd=fromstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Red Perspective</title>
		<link>http://fromstories.wordpress.com/2010/10/06/red-perspective/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2010 07:13:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Meghan</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[blood]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I stopped, skidding to a halt. Not because I wanted to or because I had nowhere to run, but because he was there. He did not move at first, in fact even if he did move I probably wouldn’t have noticed him, no one would. He was clothed from tip to toe in black and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fromstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=15815487&amp;post=64&amp;subd=fromstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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