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  <title>K</title>
  <subtitle>"The World is Quiet Here"</subtitle>
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    <name>themadmaiden</name>
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  <updated>2009-07-01T14:36:11Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:themadmaiden:36971</id>
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    <title>100Colours I am nuts</title>
    <published>2009-06-29T03:45:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-29T03:45:08Z</updated>
    <category term="fairly odd parents"/>
    <category term="fanfic"/>
    <lj:music>100, 000 Fireflies by the Magnetic Fields</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Claim: Anti-Cosmo/Anti-Wanda&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll have to write fic about them. Mwa-ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="2" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;001.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Red&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;002.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pink&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;003.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Orange&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;004.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Blue&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;005.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Violet&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;006.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;007.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lime&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;008.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;White&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;009.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Black&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;010.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Gray&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;011.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lavander&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;012.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mahogany&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;013.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lemon&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;014.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mauve&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;015.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lilac&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;016.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Coral&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;017.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Peach&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;018.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Brown&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;019.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tan&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;020.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Golden&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;021.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Avocado&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;022.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wedgewood&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;023.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Jade&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;024.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Turquoise&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;025.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dandelion&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;026.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cranberry&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;027.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cream&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;028.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Plum&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;029.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tangerine&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;030.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sky&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;031.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Salmon&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;032.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Topaz&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;033.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cornflower&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;034.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Garnet&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;035.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Olive&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;036.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rose&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;037.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Emerald&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;038.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Copper&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;039.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Aqua&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;040.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Khaki&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;041.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Forest&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;042.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mocha&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;043.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Beige&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;044.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Apricot&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;045.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Dusty Rose&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;046.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pine&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;047.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pewter&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;048.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Seagreen&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;049.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Straw&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;050.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Pumpkin&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;051.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Raspberry&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;052.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Grape&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;053.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rosewood&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;054.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cocoa&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;055.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Magenta&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;056.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yellow&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;057.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bittersweet&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;058.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Blue Violet&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;059.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Blue Green&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;060.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Carnation&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;061.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Maroon&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;062.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Melon&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;063.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Orchid&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;064.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Periwinkle&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;065.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fuchsia&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;066.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Thistle&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;067.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Chestnut&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;068.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sepia&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;069.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mulberry&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;070.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Asparagus&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;071.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bronze&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;072.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wild Strawberry&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;073.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Royal Purple&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;074.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Almond&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;075.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Canary&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;076.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Fern&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;077.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Blush&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;078.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Eggplant&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;079.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Scarlet&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;080.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Indigo&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;081.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mango&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;082.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Jazzberry&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;083.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Purple&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;084.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Midnight&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;085.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Chartreuse&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;086.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Azure&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;087.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Goldenrod&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;088.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Navy&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;089.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mint&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;090.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Carrot&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;091.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Robin's Egg&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;092.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Tumbleweed&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;093.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cotton Candy&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;094.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sand&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;095.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Silver&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;
&lt;td&gt;096.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Writer's Choice.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;097.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Writer's Choice.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;098.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Writer's Choice.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;099.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Writer's Choice.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;100.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; Writer's Choice.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:themadmaiden:33576</id>
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    <title>I'm Sorry</title>
    <published>2009-06-03T00:51:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-01T14:36:11Z</updated>
    <category term="canada"/>
    <category term="books"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention I saw an entertaining book at Chapters yesterday. Apperently Canada is secretly controlling the USA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Drats, they're on to us&lt;/strike&gt; Crazy, I know. However it did quote one of the funniest moments of a show &amp;quot;This Hour Has 22 Minutes&amp;quot; Which is the best fake news show of all time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this clip and an appology &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:themadmaiden:27125</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Shhhh</title>
    <published>2009-04-19T13:11:31Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-19T13:11:31Z</updated>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would you ever go on a silent retreat? How long do you think you could go without talking?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=868'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=868"&gt;View other answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
I think what would do me in is my tendency to break out in song at the drop of the hat. That would be harder to break. Oh and my job and school would affect talking. However I could go a while without talking to anyone.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:themadmaiden:25772</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Taxmen and Poetry</title>
    <published>2009-04-16T00:45:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-24T05:17:17Z</updated>
    <category term="taxes"/>
    <category term="poetry"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's Tax Day in the U.S., a day when the mind might be too occupied with deductions and long lines at the post  office to think about poetry. But let's try: what's your favorite line of poetry? Song lyrics count.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=861'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=861"&gt;View other answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&amp;quot;And all I loved -- I loved alone--&amp;quot; By Edgar Allen Poe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: What is your name?</title>
    <published>2009-04-09T12:04:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-09T12:04:41Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were to have another name, what would it be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_crazyprotein' lj:user='crazyprotein' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://crazyprotein.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://crazyprotein.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;crazyprotein&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=852'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=852"&gt;View other answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was to have another name...hmm. That's an interesting question. Katrina Lore is the name I sometimes use online. So I'll go with that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Katrina Lore...I like that.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:themadmaiden:24056</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Grab and Go</title>
    <published>2009-04-06T18:24:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-06T18:24:20Z</updated>
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    <category term="conspiracies"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scenario: For exactly 1 minute, you get access to all the databases of all the intelligence agencies in the world (CIA, FBI, KGB, MI-5, etc). What do you want to find out before time is up and you're caught and jailed forever? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=848'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=848"&gt;View other answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
Wait so I'll be caught no matter what? Well in that case, how to escape custody and get a fake identity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a chance to get away then I would like to know...is there really a giant government conspiracy...or something about zombies. Those buggers are coming I know it!&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:themadmaiden:23079</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: In a Jam</title>
    <published>2009-04-02T22:34:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-02T22:34:52Z</updated>
    <category term="crime"/>
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    <category term="detectives"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were in trouble or ran afoul of the law, which fictional detective or investigator—from tv, movies, or books—would you want to help you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=840'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=840"&gt;View other answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
I suppose you mean if I was innocent. :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay. well I would have to say Adrian Monk. He's like the Sherlock Holmes of this era. If it hapened in a small town though, I'd like Miss. Marple. She always knows what to do. &lt;br /&gt;So Monk or Marple. With those two, I'd be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:themadmaiden:21243</id>
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    <title>Adventures in Wonderland: 28 Children</title>
    <published>2009-03-08T01:15:53Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-08T01:15:53Z</updated>
    <category term="adventures in wonderland"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Stare&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Adventures in Wonderland &lt;br /&gt;Characters: Alice, Mad Hatter, Dinah (OC), Cheshire Cat &lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 028 Children&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 346&lt;br /&gt;Rating: K (or G for those who are fan fictionally impaired)&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Alice and her family are out on a picnic. Hatter/Older!Alice &lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Alice's Age: 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;It was a bright and sunny day in Wonderland and Alice and the Hatter were sitting on a picnic blanket watching Dinah stare at a butterfly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;How long do you think she's going to stare at that?&amp;rdquo; Alice asked with a small smile as she watched her daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Until it moves of course.&amp;rdquo; The Hatter replied as though it were obvious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;It's been there for a while.&amp;rdquo; Alice replied. &amp;ldquo;Want to go see what she's doing?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;The small girl stared at the small insect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Whatcha doing kiddo?&amp;rdquo; The Hatter sat down next to his daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I'm waiting for it to blink.&amp;rdquo; The girl replied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Alice held back a laugh. &amp;ldquo;Butterfly's don't blink dear.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Dinah didn't look up. &amp;ldquo;That's just what kitty said you would say.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Alice glanced over at the Hatter. Then up in the air.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Cheshire!&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;We're you calling....&amp;rdquo; The Cat appeared in front of them. He glanced down at the small girl. &amp;ldquo;Out stare the butterfly yet?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;No.&amp;rdquo; Dinah replied, still staring at the butterfly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Cheshire.&amp;rdquo; Alice looked over at the cat. &amp;ldquo;You know you can't have a staring contest with a butterfly!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure?&amp;rdquo; The Hatter leaned on his knees trying to see if he could see its eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes....&amp;rdquo; Alice sighed, then looked up at the Cheshire Cat. &amp;ldquo;Cat!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh fine....&amp;rdquo; The cat pouted. &amp;ldquo;Be a spoilsport. Dinah....you can't have a staring contest with a butterfly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;The small girl looked up. &amp;ldquo;Really?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;No....&amp;rdquo; The Cat sighed, disappointed that his prank had ended. With that he disappeared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure?&amp;rdquo; The Hatter looked disappointed as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, I'm sure.&amp;rdquo; Alice replied with a sigh as she pulled Dinah up. &amp;ldquo;Come on, let's go back to the picnic.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;We can get the tea out.&amp;rdquo; The Hatter said, looking away from the insect.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah!&amp;rdquo; Dinah cheered and clapped her hands until her father got up as well. &amp;ldquo;Tea!&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Alice just shook her head, like father like daughter.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Comped</title>
    <published>2009-03-07T12:11:06Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-10T23:56:36Z</updated>
    <category term="compliments"/>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the best compliment you've ever received?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_krizzzie' lj:user='krizzzie' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://krizzzie.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://krizzzie.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;krizzzie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=805'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=805"&gt;View other answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
My global history teacher telling me that my writing was phenominal and that I should be published. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fanfic100 Fanfic100 Freelancer Alison Tex and Private Leonard L. Church #80 Why?</title>
    <published>2009-03-07T02:31:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-07T03:29:02Z</updated>
    <category term="red vs blue"/>
    <content type="html">Title: Idiot&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Red vs Blue&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Church, Tex&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 080 Why&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: &lt;br /&gt;Rating: T/ PG 13 (For swearing)&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Church is annoyed and he and Tex argue about why he joined the army&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer- I don't own Red vs Blue&lt;br /&gt;(AU if Reconstruction is anything to go by)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was night time in blood gulch, or at least what passed for night time in the canyon. The sun was still shining but that's because it almost always did. Both teams were asleep in their own respective bases. That is except for one blue soldier who was sitting on the top of his base. &lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Being dead sucked. That was the only thing Church could think of at the moment. It fucking sucked. He had managed to appear in normal clothes so he didn't always look like a ghostly suit of armor, which was better but still not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I can't believe I died for this war.&amp;rdquo; He sighed again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Still sulking?&amp;rdquo; A scoff came from behind him and he glanced over to see the only other ghost in the canyon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What do you want Tex?&amp;rdquo; He was not in the mood for this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;For you to stop sulking.&amp;rdquo; Tex replied as she sat down next to him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, just leave me alone. Go beat up Tucker or something.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Make me.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;There was a pause as both of them just sat there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You do realize.&amp;rdquo; Tex spoke up after a moment. &amp;ldquo;That you joined the army right?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Church glared over at her. &amp;ldquo;What are you talking about? Of course I know I joined the army. It's the reason I'm a fucking ghost!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;Tex just folded her arms. &amp;ldquo;There was always a chance of death Church. It's the army. If you didn't want to take the risk then you shouldn't have joined up in the first place.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church just rolled his eyes as he muttered. &amp;ldquo;Like I wanted to join in the first place.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well then why did you?&amp;rdquo; Tex asked, irritation growing in her voice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why did I what?&amp;rdquo; Church replied with a glare, his voice rising as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why did you join the army!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Because you did, alright!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;At this both ghosts went silent. Tex just looked at Church with a strange expression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;After a moment Church sighed, giving up. &amp;ldquo;I never wanted to be in the army Tex. But you were so into it...&amp;rdquo; He shrugged. &amp;ldquo;So, I joined too.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;The next thing he knew Tex punched him in the arm. Despite the fact that he was dead it was still painful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You're an idiot.&amp;rdquo; Tex replied and then hit him again. &amp;ldquo;A dead idiot.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nic-&amp;rdquo; Church started to complain, but was cut off as Tex leaned over and kissed him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What...&amp;rdquo; Church managed to say after she drew back. &amp;ldquo;Why?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Because.&amp;rdquo; Tex smirked leaning against his shoulder. &amp;ldquo;You're &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dead idiot.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Adventures in Wonderland: 88 School</title>
    <published>2009-03-04T21:43:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-04T21:43:08Z</updated>
    <category term="adventures in wonderland"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="en-CA"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span lang="en-CA"&gt;Cookies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-CA"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-CA"&gt; Alice, Tweedledee, Tweedledum, Mad Hatter, March Hare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-CA"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-CA"&gt; #88 School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-CA"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-CA"&gt; G (K)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-CA"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-CA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal"&gt;1083&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="en-CA"&gt;Summary: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span lang="en-CA"&gt;Alice tries to decide what to make for a school bakesale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-CA"&gt;Cookies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alice sighed as she flipped though a cook book on her bed. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dinah, why is it so hard to pick a recipe?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The cat just meowed and Alice sighed. &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re right Dinah. But I wasn't to make something besides chocolate chip cookies this time. And there's so many neat things to make, I can't make up my mind.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alice went back to flipping through the pages. Then after a moment she sat up and grabbed the book. &amp;ldquo;Maybe someone in Wonderland can help me pick one.&amp;rdquo; She said before taking a few steps and entering her mirror. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;She met up with Tweedle Dee and Dum. The two of them were sitting on the edge of the bridge. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hey, guys. Whatcha up to?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Oh, hello Alice.&amp;rdquo; The brothers turned from the bridge to look at Alice. &amp;ldquo;We're just trying to think of something to do. Are you doing anything?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Well, I'm trying to figure out what to make for my bake sale.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Really?&amp;rdquo; Dum and Dee jumped up and went over to Alice. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;What's the bake sale for?&amp;rdquo; Dum asked. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Oh, it's for my school. My class is raising money for a field trip to the science museum&amp;rdquo; Alice pulled out the book she'd had with her. &amp;ldquo;But I can't think of anything to make.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dee took the book out of her hands and Dum started to flip through it. &amp;ldquo;Well we can help you make something..&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Are you sure?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sure.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;How about this one?&amp;rdquo; Dum pointed to a recipe of a cake. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Too fancy.&amp;rdquo; Dee and Alice replied. Sitting on the ground the three of them started to flip through the book.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ndash;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;You're right, this is hard.&amp;rdquo; Dee was saying half an hour later. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I told you.&amp;rdquo; Alice sighed. &amp;ldquo;There's just too many cool things to make.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Well there has to be something.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The three of them sat there in silence for a while. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I've got it!&amp;rdquo; Dee grinned. &amp;ldquo;Here, pass me the book.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ok.&amp;rdquo; Alice passed the book over to Tweedle Dee. &amp;ldquo;Now what.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;We open it at random page and we'll make that one.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I don't know...&amp;rdquo; Dum trailed off as Dee flipped to the page. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Chocolate chip cookies?&amp;rdquo; Alice groaned. &amp;ldquo;Not again.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Come on Alice.&amp;rdquo; Dee and Dum jumped up. &amp;ldquo;Let's go make some cookies.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alice sighed as she was dragged off with the brothers. Well at least she'd have someone to make the cookies with. And chocolate chip cookies were better then no cookies at all. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ndash;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Now we've got everything.&amp;rdquo; Dee, Dum and Alice surveyed the kitchen. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alice frowned. &amp;ldquo;Where are the chocolate chips?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Everything but that...&amp;rdquo; Dee trailed off. A thought seemed to strike him. &amp;ldquo;But I bet the Hatter has some!&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I'll go ask him.&amp;rdquo; His brother replied. &amp;ldquo;You and Alice start making the cookies while I'm gone.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sure.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alice and Tweedle Dee started to measure out the ingredients as Tweedle Dum ran off. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ndash;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;At the Mad Hatters house, the Hatter was sitting outside at his usual table with his friend the Hare. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Oh, look.&amp;rdquo; The Hatter commented as he looked up from his tea. &amp;ldquo;Here comes Tweedle dum.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hey Hatter, Hare. Do you have any chocolate chips?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I don't think so.&amp;rdquo; Hare replied, glancing around the table. &amp;ldquo;Why, do you see any?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I think I might have some in the pantry.&amp;rdquo; Hatter replied. &amp;ldquo;Let me check.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dum followed the hatted man into the house.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;What do you need them for?&amp;rdquo; The Hatter asked as he walked into the pantry. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dee and I are helping Alice make some cookies.&amp;rdquo; He replied. &amp;ldquo;But we kinda forgot the chocolate chips.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The Hatter nodded as he dug through the shelves of his pantry. &amp;ldquo;There should be some around here somewhere.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dum glanced around the room. A moment later he spotted a blue box with the words 'chocolate chips' on them. &amp;ldquo;Oh heres some.&amp;rdquo; He picked up the box. &amp;ldquo;Thanks Hatter!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dum left the room as the Hatter pulled his head out of the mess. He glanced down at the bag of chocolate chips he'd just found. &amp;ldquo;That's funny. I could have sworn I only had one bag.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ndash;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Back at the Tweedles house, Alice and Tweedle Dee were just about finished making the cookies.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Oh good.&amp;rdquo; Dee said as they saw Dum walking over. &amp;ldquo;You're here, I thought we'd have to go looking for you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sorry.&amp;rdquo; Dum replied. &amp;ldquo;But I got them.&amp;rdquo; He held up the box. A while later they were poured into the cookie dough. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A batch later, the cookies were cooled packed away in a container. &amp;ldquo;Thanks for the help.&amp;rdquo; Alice smiled as she took the container and the book from the now clean counter. &amp;ldquo;I've got to go now though. Before mom gets home. I'll tell you how the bake sale goes tomorrow!&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The brother waved her off in the front garden. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Well that was fun.&amp;rdquo; Dee asked, a while after Alice had left. &amp;ldquo;Up for a game-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He was cut off as he saw the Hatter and Hare running towards them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hey, Hatter, Hare what's the hurry?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Those chocolate chips you got from me.&amp;rdquo; The Hatter replied.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Yeah we used them to make cookies.&amp;rdquo; Dee replied. &amp;ldquo;Why?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Uh, yes.&amp;rdquo; The Hatter trailed off. &amp;ldquo;I think you might have taken...the wrong ones.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;What do you mean wrong ones. The box said chocolate chips on it.&amp;rdquo; Dum replied.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;A blue box?&amp;rdquo; The Hare asked.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Yes.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That's them..&amp;rdquo; The Hare looked over at the Hatter. &amp;ldquo;I told you, you should have labeled those better.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Well how was I supposed to-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Wait, wait, wait.&amp;rdquo; Dee interrupted the two. &amp;ldquo;Would you like to tell us what's wrong with those chips?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Uh nothing really.&amp;rdquo; The Hatter waved his hand. &amp;ldquo;Just a small experiment we were working on. We were trying to change the taste of them....&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Oh dear...&amp;rdquo; Tweedledee glanced over at his brother.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ndash;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alice, these are the strangest cookies I've ever tasted.&amp;rdquo; Her teacher walked over to her. &amp;ldquo;However did you get the chocolate chips to taste like lemon?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0cm"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alice twisted her fingers. &amp;ldquo;Uh....secret recipe...?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Adventures in Wonderland: 19 White</title>
    <published>2009-02-24T03:46:19Z</published>
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    <lj:music>The Hunting of the Snark</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Title: Sick &lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Adventures in Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Alice, Alice&amp;rsquo;s mother, Mad Hatter&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 019 White&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 864&lt;br /&gt;Rating: K+ &lt;br /&gt;Summary: Alice hated getting sick there was never anything to do&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;A/N- Alice&amp;rsquo;s age: 13, Alice-Hatter Friendship. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;--&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;It was mid morning and Alice was lying in bed. Usually at this time she&amp;rsquo;d be at school, however the last few days she&amp;rsquo;d been home, sick and it didn&amp;rsquo;t seem as though she were going to be getting better any time soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Alice hated getting sick, the feeling itself was annoying to be sure. But what she really didn&amp;rsquo;t like was having to spend all day doing nothing. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I could be at school.&amp;rdquo; Alice spoke to Dinah, after coughing a moment. &amp;ldquo;Or talking to friends.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Dinah gave a meow at this and Alice nodded as though the cat had replied. &amp;ldquo;I know it&amp;rsquo;s just so that I can get better Dinah. It&amp;rsquo;s just so boring....&amp;rdquo; She trailed off as another wave of nausea passed over her. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;And....annoying.&amp;rdquo; Leaning back on her pillow she waited for the moment to pass.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;As it did she tried to think of something to occupy her time. She&amp;rsquo;d listen to music if her walkman was working, unfortunately at the moment it didn&amp;rsquo;t seem to be working. Alice had suspicions that her brother had something to do with this. &amp;nbsp;As it was she really didn&amp;rsquo;t have anything to do. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alice?&amp;rdquo; There was a knock on the door and her mother stuck her head in. &amp;ldquo;How are you feeling dear?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright.&amp;rdquo; Alice replied with a small smile. &amp;ldquo;Could be better.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Is there anything I can get you before I go to my book club meeting?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Alice shook her head. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m fine&amp;mdash;&amp;ldquo; She trailed off as she started to cough. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll get some more cough drops then. Call me if you need anything.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Alice just nodded as her mother left the room. She took another sip of water before leaning back on her pillow. &amp;nbsp;It was going to be a long day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Twenty minutes later Alice was still laying in her bed with nothing to do. She had just about given up and was attempting to get to sleep. However even this seemed to evade her as she just couldn&amp;rsquo;t get past the pain in her throat and the nausea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;At that thought, as though ushered in, Alice got up quickly and went to the bathroom. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;A few moments later she was rinsing out her mouth and shakily trying to steady herself.&amp;nbsp;As she looked at herself in the mirror she realized just how pale she was. With that and the dark circles under her eyes she looked like she&amp;rsquo;d decided to dress up as a zombie for Halloween. Sighing, she coughed a few more times and then made her way back to her room. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Her stomach had settled slightly, after that and Alice was determined to enjoy the slight break she had in the nausea. ...Most likely by sitting in bed and attempting to get to sleep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;As she walked in the door though she realized that there was something out of place in it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mr. Hatter?&amp;rdquo; She questioned as she walked back over to her bed. &amp;ldquo;What are you doing here?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;The hatted man was standing in front of her mirror. &amp;ldquo;You haven&amp;rsquo;t been to Wonderland for a while.&amp;rdquo; He replied. &amp;ldquo;Her majesty asked me to check up on you.&amp;rdquo; He looked at Alice. &amp;ldquo;Alice you look like a ghost!&amp;rdquo; In a moment he was standing next to her bed. &amp;ldquo;Alice did you die and not tell us, because that would be very rude.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Alice chuckled and then coughed. &amp;ldquo;Mr. Hatter...I&amp;rsquo;m not dead...I&amp;rsquo;ve just been sick for the last few days.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well that doesn&amp;rsquo;t sound much better.&amp;rdquo; The Mad Hatter replied and Alice smiled. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s not a lot of fun.&amp;rdquo; She agreed, thinking back to the last few days. &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s kinda boring. I wish I was in Wonderland with you guys.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well...&amp;rdquo; The Hatter shook his head. &amp;ldquo;I guess this is the only way you&amp;rsquo;re going to get better though.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know.&amp;rdquo; Alice sighed, leaning back. &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s just so boring.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why don&amp;rsquo;t you read a book?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;rdquo; Alice shook her head with a grimace, remembering when she had first tried that. &amp;ldquo;It just made me dizzy.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;The Hatter seemed thought full for a moment. Then held up a finger. &amp;ldquo;I have an idea!&amp;rdquo; In a moment he had walked back into the looking glass. Alice waited for a moment but it didn&amp;rsquo;t seem as though he was coming back. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;About ten minutes later Alice was just starting to attempt to get to sleep again when the Mad Hatter came through the mirror again. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I knew I had it around there somewhere.&amp;rdquo; He stated, more to himself as he walked over to Alice&amp;rsquo;s bed. &amp;ldquo;What were you looking for?&amp;rdquo; Alice asked. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;This book.&amp;rdquo; The Hatter held up a small book as he pulled a chair over. &amp;ldquo;My mother read it to me whenever I was sick.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s it called?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;The Hunting of the Snark. By Lewis Carroll&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Alice looked interested. &amp;ldquo;Really? I&amp;rsquo;ve never heard of him.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;ll like it.&amp;rdquo; The Hatter nodded and then opened the book. &amp;ldquo;&lt;i&gt;&amp;rsquo;Just the place for a snark&amp;rsquo; the bellman-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Alice settled into her pile of pillows as the Hatter continued reading. Being sick was never fun but at least this time she had something to keep her mind off of it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:themadmaiden:19307</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Words to Live By</title>
    <published>2009-02-21T14:53:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-21T14:53:19Z</updated>
    <category term="quotes"/>
    <category term="motto"/>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;div class='appwidget appwidget-qotd' id='LJWidget_19'&gt;
&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your personal motto or favorite quotation?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=791'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=791"&gt;View other answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&amp;quot;Never trust anyone who doesn't bring a book with them.&amp;quot; - Lemony Snicket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words I live by.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:themadmaiden:18983</id>
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    <title>Fanfic100 Freelancer Alison Tex and Private Leonard L. Church #46 Star</title>
    <published>2009-02-16T02:45:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-16T02:45:36Z</updated>
    <category term="red vs blue"/>
    <lj:music>Still Alive By GLaDOS</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Title: Stars&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Red vs Blue&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Church, Tex, Tucker, Caboose, Sarge, Simmons, Donut, Grif&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 046 Star&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 684&lt;br /&gt;Rating: T (Because a red vs blue story has swearing)&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Night in blood gulch&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer- I don't own Red vs Blue&lt;br /&gt;(AU if Reconstruction is anything to go by. Also I am making up the hours of sunlight they get as I don't know what they are)&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;For once it was night time in Blood Gulch. Unlike most places the canyon seemed to mostly get bright sunlight for most of the day. However for an hour or so the sun was gone and the stars came out. Or at least what passed for stars in the canyon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I'm telling you, those stars are pathetic.&amp;rdquo; The Blue team was sitting out on the top of their base that night. And Tucker, as usual, had found something to complain about. &amp;ldquo;I mean really!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;Church sighed. &amp;ldquo;What's wrong with them?&amp;rdquo; He knew he was going to regret asking but it was also the only way to get Tucker to shut up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Just look at them dude....they're orange. When have stars ever been orange?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;They're not orange.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes they are.&amp;rdquo; Tucker pointed up. &amp;ldquo;See, look at that one.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nope, don't see it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Come on. Tex, Caboose help me out here.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;Tex was sitting next to Caboose on the other side of Church and glanced up at the sky. &amp;ldquo;I wouldn't call them orange Tucker.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Then what would you call them? They sure as hell aren't yellow.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I think they are green.&amp;rdquo; Caboose replied. For a moment everyone glanced over at him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Right...&amp;rdquo; Church rolled his eyes. &amp;ldquo;Anyway, stars aren't yellow Tucker.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Of course they are, haven't you ever seen a Christmas tree?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tucker those aren't real stars.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Duh, but they're made to look like them and they're yellow! Which just goes to show.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Which just goes to show nothing!&amp;rdquo; Church interrupted. &amp;ldquo;We could put a blue star on a tree, it wouldn't mean stars are blue.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Actually.&amp;rdquo; Tex spoke up. &amp;ldquo;It's been proven that stars are blue tinted, red as well.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;There are red and blue stars.&amp;rdquo; Church echoed unbelievingly. &amp;ldquo;Red and Blue.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;And no doubt the Red stars are much more superior!&amp;rdquo; The voice came from in front of the base and the Blue team looked down quickly. The southern accent of the voice was recognition enough though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, what are you Red's doing here?&amp;rdquo; Church yelled down while Tex reached behind her back most likely for a weapon of some type.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;We're here to see the shooting stars!&amp;rdquo; Donut replied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Watch them at your own base then.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well we would.&amp;rdquo; Simmons spoke up. &amp;ldquo;But the angle of our base isn't quite in the-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;We can't see them from our base.&amp;rdquo; Grif interrupted, then glanced over at Simmons. &amp;ldquo;See was that so hard?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh shut up.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;How do you know that?&amp;rdquo; Tex called down. &amp;ldquo;How do we know this isn't a trap.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Because we're too stupid for that and Simmons did some nerd trick to figure out where the stars were going to be.&amp;rdquo; Grif yelled back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Pleasee let us up!&amp;rdquo; Donut pleaded &amp;ldquo;We have popcorn!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh I love popcorn.&amp;rdquo; Caboose smiled. &amp;ldquo;And candy and &amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Caboose would you please stop talking?&amp;rdquo; Church rubbed his forehead before yelling down. &amp;ldquo;Fine but no tricks!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure this is a good idea?&amp;rdquo; Tex asked as the Red walked around the side.&amp;rdquo;This might just be a trap.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Traps are not the Red teams specialty.&amp;rdquo; Church shook his head. &amp;ldquo;Their idea of a trap is attacking without setting a time or place.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah.&amp;rdquo; Tucker agreed. &amp;ldquo;I mean even Caboose came up with a better trap.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sneak trap!.&amp;rdquo; Caboose nodded proudly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Right....&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;A moment later they were joined by the Red team.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;So how long is this thing going to last?&amp;rdquo; Church asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, not too long.&amp;rdquo; Simmons replied as they took a seat. &amp;ldquo;About ten minutes, twenty tops.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why do you know that?&amp;rdquo; Griff rolled his eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey just because some of us-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh be quiet you two!&amp;rdquo; Sarge ordered. &amp;ldquo;Simmer down so we can hear it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uh Sarge, you can't really--&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Look! Prettyful things!&amp;rdquo; Caboose pointed to the sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;All the soldiers looked up in the sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well isn't that something.&amp;rdquo; Church mused as the stars seemed to fall from the sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;It's...something alright.&amp;rdquo; Tex replied after a moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;As the red and blue stars fell from the heavens, the red and blue soldiers spent the little darkness they had enjoying the show.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:themadmaiden:18766</id>
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    <title>Fanfic100 Freelancer Alison Tex and Private Leonard L. Church #18 Black</title>
    <published>2009-02-15T00:01:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-15T00:01:22Z</updated>
    <category term="red vs blue"/>
    <lj:music>Red vs Blue 49 "Roaming Charges"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Title: Armor&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Red vs Blue&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Church, Tex&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 018 Black&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 409&lt;br /&gt;Rating: T (Because a red vs blue story should never be rated )&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Church has a short meeting with Tex after she's been accepted into the freelancer program. &lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer- I don't own Red vs Blue&lt;br /&gt;(AU if Reconstruction is anything to go by)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Armor&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Church had never really wanted to join the army. Getting shot at or yelled at by a superior officer all the time wasn't what he'd wanted to spend his life doing. Unfortunately he didn't have any real plans for life after school and before he knew it he'd joined up. Tex was pleased at this and for a while it hadn't been so bad. They were both on the &amp;ldquo;Blue Team&amp;rdquo; as their division was called, they trained together as well.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then she'd been drafted into some kind of strange program. He hadn't seen her for a few days after the fight they'd gotten in over it. Yet here she was in the armory, just about finished strapping on her new armor. The black helmet was sitting on the bench next to her, the unmarked shine to it, showing just how new it was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deciding that it would be better to enter before Tex noticed him, he walked into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Tex.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tex's head shot up as he entered the room. &amp;ldquo;Church, what are you doing here?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I just-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Because I do not have time to get in another fight-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I'm not here to fight.&amp;rdquo; Church interrupted with a sigh. Tex looked at him suspiciously for a moment and then nodded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Fine then, what are you here for?&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Avoiding the question Church walked over to the bench and picked up the helmet. &amp;ldquo;New armor colour?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes..&amp;rdquo;Tex replied, clearly annoyed at the change of subject. &amp;ldquo;All the participants get new armor for the program.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a pause as Church stopped himself from asking her if she really was alright with being in this program. It would only lead to another fight. Besides it would annoy her if he said he was worried for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Black?&amp;rdquo; Church attempted again. &amp;ldquo;Well at least it's not pink.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;Tex rolled her eyes but there was a trace of a smile on her lips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Right.&amp;rdquo; Fixing the last of her armor on she stood up and took the helmet out of Church's hands. Walking over to the door she turned one last time. &amp;ldquo;I'll see you later Leonard.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that she placed her helmet on and as she walked away all he could see was her black armor.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fanfic100 Freelancer Alison Tex and Private Leonard L. Church #30 Death</title>
    <published>2009-02-11T02:44:21Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-11T02:44:21Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>The Reverend: Evil League of Evil application</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Title: Musings&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Red vs Blue&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Church, Tex &lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 030 Death&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 436&lt;br /&gt;Rating: T &lt;br /&gt;Summary: Just Church musing on his and Tex's deaths...you know, a feel good fic! Set between season one and two&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer- I own none of the characters&lt;br /&gt;A/N- An AU fic thanks to Reconstruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;Musings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;It was a sunny day in Blood Gulch, but then again what day wasn't. The Reds for whatever reason hadn't attacked in over two weeks and Church was taking the time to go for a walk in his newly painted robotic body. Possessing the body itself was starting to become easier. Something which was both good and rather depressing at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;As he walked he ended up in front of the still fresh graves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;As odd as it sounded, he hadn't actually had time to mourn his own death. One minute he was dead and the next he was thrown back into the action...though in a less physical way. The chaos that followed after he'd died had kept him too busy to think about stuff like that. Hell, he hadn't even remembered his own body until he saw it laying there in the dirt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;Then Tex died and everything had seemed to slow down after her death. He hadn't expected that. He figured that since he'd come back as a ghost (through whatever means) she would come back too. He didn't think that she'd pass up the chance (if it was at all optional) to come back and annoy him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;But a week had passed, and then another and still there was no trace of the hot tempered ghost he was waiting to see. He supposed that he shouldn't be surprised that Tex wasn't planning on staying, after all, when had she ever....But still, he had a strange sort of feeling that he would have realized if she was gone for good...and he didn't feel that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;If she was a ghost....perhaps she'd gone somewhere...somewhere else. Hell, he didn't know, he didn't even understand how this ghost thing worked anyway. All that mattered was that he was dead and Tex was still gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Even dead this place sucks...&amp;rdquo; Church sighed, he took one look at the graves before turning and walking back into the base.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.07in; margin-bottom: 0.07in"&gt;As he walked into the base a figure slowly came into view. Tex appeared briefly, only for a moment. She had a job to do, Omega was in one of the soldiers here and she had to find him. Reveling herself at the moment would only make her job more difficult. Church was no doubt going to hate her for the ploy but if it got rid of Omega then that was something she was willing to deal with. With that thought she became transparent again. She had work to do and she was starting to have some suspicions about where Omega might actually be.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fanfic100 Freelancer Alison Tex and Private Leonard L. Church #76 Who?</title>
    <published>2009-02-08T23:37:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-08T23:37:34Z</updated>
    <category term="red vs blue"/>
    <lj:music>Inspecter Gadget</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Title: Pick a Side &lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Red vs Blue&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Church, Tex, Sarge, Simmons, Grif, Tucker, Caboose, Simmons, Donut, Doc, Lopez, Shelia, Sister&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 076 Who?&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 864&lt;br /&gt;Rating: T &lt;br /&gt;Summary: A different take on the &amp;ldquo;New Diggs&amp;rdquo; episodes when they're all pinking sides again. More characters.&lt;br /&gt;A/N- Yes I'm aware this is not cannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4838399/1/Pick_a_Team"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4838399/1/Pick_a_Team&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Fearsome</title>
    <published>2009-02-07T23:26:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-07T23:26:13Z</updated>
    <category term="childhood fears"/>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boogeyman, global thermonuclear war, being forced to eat broccoli—there's a lot to be afraid of when you're a kid. What was your biggest childhood fear?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=773'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=773"&gt;View other answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
The Headless Horseman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was terrified of this guy. I have no idea why I was. I'm rather fond of the fellow now. But when I was little this petrified me. I was forced to watch the movie at school. Also I had to watch the even scarier Disney cartoon version. Why is the Disney version scarier? I don't know. Either way. The Headless Horseman was my childhood terror.</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Table for One</title>
    <published>2009-02-03T15:59:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-03T16:00:24Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you ever go out to dinner (at a sit-down restaurant) by yourself? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=769'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=769"&gt;View other answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
No I haven't. I probably will when I'm older. Once&amp;nbsp;I get over some more of my fears that is. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fanfic100 Adventures in Wonderland #80</title>
    <published>2009-02-02T02:36:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-02T02:36:14Z</updated>
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    <category term="adventures in wonderland"/>
    <lj:music>I Think I Need A New Heart-The Magnetic Fields</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Title: Words &lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Adventures in Wonderland &lt;br /&gt;Characters: Alice, Mad Hatter, Dinah (OC), March Hare, the Tweedles&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 080 Why?&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 607&lt;br /&gt;Rating: K....(G) &lt;br /&gt;Summary: Dinah learns a new word....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alice's Age: 25&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Words&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It was mid afternoon in Wonderland and Alice was just looking for her hat when she felt a small tug on her pant leg. Looking down she saw her daughter standing there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;What'cha doing?&amp;rdquo; The little girl asked looking at her with a curious expression.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alice smiled. &amp;ldquo;I'm looking for my hat.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Because your father and I are going out for a walk.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Because it's a nice day out.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alice shook her head as she looked at Dinah. It had only been a few days since the girl had discovered how fun it was to say why. She also seemed determined to use it as much as possible it seemed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why don't you go see your father Dinah? I think he's waiting outside.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alice pinched the bridge of her nose. &amp;ldquo;You can ask him that dear. And don't say why so much.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dinah grinned and then ran off, leaving her mother to shake her head with amusement.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;--&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dinah ran downstairs and out the front door. Her father was sitting at the long table in the yard. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Daddy!&amp;rdquo; Dinah yelled when she exited the house. She ran over to stand next to her father.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Well hello there pipsqueak!&amp;rdquo; The Mad Hatter grinned as he looked down at Dinah. &amp;ldquo;Where's your mother, Dee and Dum should be here soon.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Looken for a hat.&amp;rdquo; Dinah replied. &amp;ldquo;What'cha doing?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I'm having a cup of tea.&amp;rdquo; The Hatter held up his teacup.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;It tastes good.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Because it's tea.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Because I made it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dinah....&amp;rdquo; Alice had stepped out of the house at that moment. &amp;ldquo;What did I just tell you about that word?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dinah looked down at her feet, attempting to look apologetic. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh come on Alice.&amp;rdquo; The Hatter scooped up the small girl to squeals of delight. &amp;ldquo;She's just being curious.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alice shook her head with a smile.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hey Alice!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hatter!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dee and Dum came walking into the yard at that moment. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Are you guys ready to leave?&amp;rdquo;Dee asked as they reached the table.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I think so.&amp;rdquo; The Hatter stood up and placed Dinah on the ground. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Now Dinah.&amp;rdquo; Alice said looking down at the girl. &amp;ldquo;You'll be good for your uncles while we're gone, won't you?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Dinah nodded quickly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Good.&amp;rdquo; Alice smiled and then took the Hatters arm. &amp;ldquo;We'll be back in about an hour.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;They waved them off before Dee and Dum turned back to Dinah.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alright kiddo.&amp;rdquo; Dee grinned. &amp;ldquo;Shall we find something to do?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;The little girl grinned and clapped her hands. &amp;ldquo;Yes! Can we play a game?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That sounds good to me. Dum?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Excellent...but what are we going to play?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hey...&amp;rdquo;Dum looked over at his brother. &amp;ldquo;We have that game at home, we've never--&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;--Even used it!&amp;rdquo; Dee finished. &amp;ldquo;I'll go get it. You stay here with Dinah.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Where's he going?&amp;rdquo; Dinah asked as the man ran out of the garden.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;He's going to get something from our house.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;So we can play a game of course. It's at home.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Because we haven't used it yet.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Because it's going to be a sur....&amp;rdquo; Dum trailed off. &amp;ldquo;Shoot, I forgot to tell Dee I moved the box.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Glancing around he noticed the March Hare walking outside the gate.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hare!&amp;rdquo; He called out, getting his attention.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Oh, hello Dum...Dinah.&amp;rdquo; The March Hare smiled and waved over. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Can you watch Dinah for a second? I have to catch up with Dee before he gets home.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sure.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;And how are you Dinah?&amp;rdquo; The Hare asked the girl once he'd walked into the garden&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Good.&amp;rdquo; Dinah giggled. &amp;ldquo;How is you?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I'm fine.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;There was a pause.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Why?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Back to School</title>
    <published>2009-01-15T03:06:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-15T03:06:03Z</updated>
    <category term="high school"/>
    <category term="writer&amp;apos;s block"/>
    <lj:music>Alice in Wonderland - book on cd</lj:music>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What fictional high school—from tv, film, or a book—would you most like to attend? Or would you rather never go near high school again, fictional or otherwise?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=745'" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=745"&gt;View other answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
I'm leaning towards the never entering another high school again one. I'm in high school at the moment and I can not wait to get out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure somewhere there's a school I'd like to go to. But at the moment I can't think of one.</content>
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    <title>Fanfic100 Adventures in Wonderland #27</title>
    <published>2009-01-12T01:55:26Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-12T01:56:14Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Blue You by the Magnetic Fields</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Title: Flour, not Flower &lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Adventures in Wonderland &lt;br /&gt;Characters: Alice, Dinah (OC)&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 027 Parents&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 410&lt;br /&gt;Rating: G&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Alice discovers that her daughter is as curious as she was&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Alice's Age: 27&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Alice gazed down at the face at her four year old daughter. The small girl was attempting to look sorry for her actions but with the flour smeared on her face it didn't look very convincing. In fact Alice had to stifle a small laugh as she remembered she was trying to be stern at the moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Dinah, would you like to explain this?&amp;rdquo; She waved an arm to the surroundings. The flour covered surroundings to be exact.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;The kitchen.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice sighed. &amp;ldquo;Yes I know this is the kitchen, would you like to tell me about this?&amp;rdquo; She wiped some flour off of the girls shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;It's flour.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes....but why is it there.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tin fell.&amp;rdquo; Dinah replied simply and with a perfectly straight face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Alice folded her arms and raised her eyebrows. &amp;ldquo;And how did it fall?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Dinah looked down at the floor, her flour dusted hair covering her face. &amp;ldquo;It fell?&amp;rdquo; Was all she said and Alice sighed again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Were you involved in this falling, in any way?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Dinah looked up from the ground. &amp;ldquo;I dropped it! I didn't mean to! I didn't!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Her reaction surprised Alice. &amp;ldquo;Why we're you trying to get the flour?&amp;rdquo; She asked in a softer tone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I wanted to see..&amp;rdquo; Dinah muttered looking back down at her feet suddenly embarrassed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What did you want to see?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I wanted to see if there was really flowers in there.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;This time it was very hard for Alice to stop herself from laughing. &amp;ldquo;And why would you think real flowers would be there?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uncle Dee and Uncle Dum told me!&amp;rdquo; Dinah nodded quickly. &amp;ldquo;They said that's why its called flower!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Alice shook her head. &amp;ldquo;Well I might have to have a word with those to.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Dinah's grin disappeared. &amp;ldquo;No flowers?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;No. Haven't you seen me bake with the flour before.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;I thought they were really tiny.&amp;rdquo; Dinah replied, folding her arms and pouting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Alice patted her daughter on her head. &amp;ldquo;Well tell you what. We'll go find you some real flowers outside.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Dinah's face lit up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;But only if you help me clean up.&amp;rdquo; Alice stated and then glanced over the flour covered girl. &amp;ldquo;We should get you some clean clothes too.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yea!&amp;rdquo; Dinah cheered and grabbed her mother's waist in a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Alice smiled as she hugged her daughter. &amp;ldquo;I may need to change before we go as well.&amp;rdquo; She said, more to herself as she realized that she now had flour on her pants.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Fanfic100 Adventures in Wonderland #71</title>
    <published>2009-01-11T02:36:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-11T02:38:35Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic 100"/>
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    <lj:music>Absolutely Cuckoo by the Magnetic Fields</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Title: If It's Not Broken, Don't Fix It.&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Adventures in Wonderland &lt;br /&gt;Characters: Alice, Mad Hatter, March Hare&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 071 Broken&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 583&lt;br /&gt;Rating: K (or G for those who are fan fictionally impaired)&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Alice listens to the Mad Hatter and March Hare's new plan.&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Alice's Age: 12&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;It was another bright and cheery day in Wonderland and Alice was on her way to the Mad Hatters house. She had just been visiting the Queen and the White Rabbit and had decided to drop in on the Hatter and Hare before she had to go home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;She really wasn't surprised to find them at the Hatters house. They were rarely anywhere else at tea time. Though for them anytime could be tea time so really that wasn't much of a help. However this time she did find them there.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hello Mr. Hatter, Mr. Hare.&amp;rdquo; Alice called out as she walked into the yard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alice!&amp;rdquo; The two men sprung up from their chairs. &amp;ldquo;You're just in time.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;For what?&amp;rdquo; Alice laughed as they ushered her over to the table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;We're setting up a new business.&amp;rdquo; The Hatter grinned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;What sort of business?&amp;rdquo; Alice asked caught up in the excitement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;We're glad you asked.&amp;rdquo; The Mad Hatter replied and the March Hare pulled a rope that unfolded a sign. The sign read&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Hatter and Hare Fix It Shop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If it's not broken, we'll fix it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Alice finished reading the sign and glanced over at the still smiling Hatter and Hare.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why are you fixing things....if they're not broken?&amp;rdquo; Alice asked with a skeptical look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;So that they don't get broken of course!&amp;rdquo; The March Hare put in as though it were obvious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Haven't you ever heard of the saying.'If it's not broken, don't fix it?'&amp;rdquo; Alice asked with an amused smile. &amp;ldquo;You're supposed to wait for something to break before you fix it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why would we wait for it to break? If we do it then it would be an annoyance for the person.&amp;rdquo; The March Hare replied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;How true that is.&amp;rdquo; The Mad Hatter. &amp;ldquo;If we fix it before it breaks, then everyone wins.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;There was a pause as the Hatter and Hare were grinning at a logic that seemed to escape Alice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;However after a moment she thought of something. &amp;ldquo;Well if it's not broken, then how do you know if you've fixed it?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;If it doesn't break, of course.&amp;rdquo; The Mad Hatter replied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;So if it breaks any time after you &amp;ldquo;fix&amp;rdquo;it. Do you still get payed?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;There was another pause, this time longer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;The March Hare scratched his head. &amp;ldquo;You know, we didn't think of that.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;The Mad Hatter sighed. &amp;ldquo;Well I guess it's back to the drawing board then.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;You know.&amp;rdquo; Alice spoke up. &amp;ldquo;You could always just fix things that are broken.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;It took a moment but....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alice you're a genius!&amp;rdquo; The Mad Hatter exclaimed, while the March Hare shook her hand as though she had just won a prize.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Grabbing a marker out of his pocket the Hatter went over to the sign and crossed out the &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal"&gt;The sign then read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Hatter and Hare Fix It Shop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If it's &lt;strike&gt;not&lt;/strike&gt; broken, we'll fix it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;That's much better.&amp;rdquo; The Hatter declared once he was finished. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Now we'd better go and put the sign out front.&amp;rdquo; The March Hare nodded.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alice would you like to stay and be our assistant?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I'd love to but I can't.&amp;rdquo; Alice replied regretfully. &amp;ldquo;I have to get home before my mother thinks I've run away.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alright then. But stop by tomorrow then.&amp;rdquo; The Hatter replied. &amp;ldquo;I'm sure we'll have plenty of jobs set up by then.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left" style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman, serif"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Alice laughed. &amp;ldquo;Alright. See you tomorrow Mr. Hatter, Mr Hare.&amp;rdquo; With a wave she started on her way home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: From A to Z</title>
    <published>2009-01-04T16:25:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-04T16:25:27Z</updated>
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    <title>Fanfic100 Adventures in Wonderland #96 WC</title>
    <published>2009-01-04T02:12:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-04T16:26:51Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Title: A Sister's Rage&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Adventures in Wonderland &lt;br /&gt;Characters: Erika, Alice's mother and father, mention of Alice&lt;br /&gt;Prompt: 096 Writers Choice (Rage)&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 463&lt;br /&gt;Rating: T &lt;br /&gt;Summary:&amp;nbsp;A continuation of colourless.&amp;nbsp;Read that&amp;nbsp;first if you want to know what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;At Alice's house there was quite an argument going on between mother and daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I want' to see her mother!&amp;rdquo; It was Alice's older sister Erika and she seemed fuming mad. &amp;ldquo;I can't believe you. How could you put Alice in a place like this?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Erika, you're making a scene. Her mother said, trying to quiet down her daughter. &amp;ldquo;This is for Alice's own good all the doctors think so.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;What do they know, just because she has a good imagination--&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Imagination, she thought there was another world behind her mirror, for goodness sake. She attacked a group of students!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;A group of students who killed her cat!&amp;rdquo; Erika shot back. &amp;ldquo;You know how much she loved Dinah.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;That doesn't give her the right to attack them.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mother!&amp;rdquo; Erika exclaimed in exasperation. &amp;ldquo;She was upset, that doesn't mean she's crazy!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You wouldn't know, you weren't here she's been a wreak for the past three years.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I was away in university!&amp;rdquo; Erika yelled. &amp;ldquo;The least you could have done was written and told me. I would have come home! She's my sister for the love of--&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Listen here young lady. You may be her sister but I am her mother and I know this is for her own good.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erika glared at her. &amp;ldquo;I want to see her.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don't think-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mother, either you take me tomorrow or I'm going myself.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;They won't let you see her.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Then I'll break in.&amp;rdquo; Erika snapped. &amp;ldquo;But I will see her.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her mother raised her hands in the air. &amp;ldquo;Fine you can see her but if I find you've upset her you'll not be going back.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Fine&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erika glared and then walked into her little sisters room. It was like a museum now. Everything was the exact same it had been before. Erika shut the door behind her and walked over to the bed. Taking a seat she surveyed the room. Her gaze was caught at once by the stand up mirror that was at the end of the room. She moved on the bed till she was looking straight into it. She'd never told her sister this but one day she had seen her walk through the mirror. She'd heard Alice talking to Dinah as she usually did and she had looked into the room just in time to see her sister step through the mirror. Though she was ashamed to admit it she had never tried so herself and it wasn't long after that when she had gone away to university.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She wished then that she had stayed and been able to help her sister. She was sure that if she'd been still here then this might not have happened. She gazed deep into the mirror, she would think of something, she just had to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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