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<title>Fiction Exchange | Published Stories</title>
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<description>User-Submitted Short Fiction, Poetry, and Drama.</description>
<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 16:51:51 CST</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[An Unquestionable Change of Fate]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/an-unquestionable-change-of-fate/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/an-unquestionable-change-of-fate/</comments>
<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 16:51:51 CST</pubDate>
<dc:creator>megstuh</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/an-unquestionable-change-of-fate/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[My fate has attained the unattainable,<br />Making amends with my emotions.<br />Once sorrowful to my fortune;<br />I now stand solid and poised.<br /><br />Fate reversed at first glance;<br />A cherub buried deep within the foliage of society.<br />As seasons changed so did adoration.<br />The sun shined blissfully as we shared our first laugh, <br />Showering amongst our first smile.<br />Destiny was altered as we shared our first ki<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Nocturn Series: Here Comes the Sun]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Horror/nocturn-series-here-comes-the-sun/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Horror/nocturn-series-here-comes-the-sun/</comments>
<pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 16:18:15 CST</pubDate>
<dc:creator>SteelSeraph</dc:creator>
<category>Horror</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Horror/nocturn-series-here-comes-the-sun/</guid>
<description><![CDATA["…Well kid, I got good news and I got bad news," Teddy said to the quivering mess sitting before him, taking drags of his cigarette between sentences. "Good news is you're still alive…well, more or less. Let's not quibble over technicalities." <br /><br />It didn't do much to comfort Alan, who was still shaking on the floor with his arms curled tightly around his knees. Teddy was never very good at conso<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Ghost By Bissme ]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/ghost-by-bissme/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/ghost-by-bissme/</comments>
<pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 11:07:59 CST</pubDate>
<dc:creator>bissme</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/ghost-by-bissme/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Ghost By Bissme S<br /><br />I tried to convince him that there is no such thing as ghost. But he refused to listen to anything I have said. He let fear destroyed his life. He let fear robbed his sanity.  <br />"What we have done is a sin," he said. <br />"She is going to punish us. God is going to punish us. We will be burned in hell." <br /><br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Desire By Bissme S]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/desire-by-bissme-s/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/desire-by-bissme-s/</comments>
<pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 11:03:21 CST</pubDate>
<dc:creator>bissme</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/desire-by-bissme-s/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Desire By Bissme S<br /><br />I wanted a man to fall madly in love with me and then, I will betray him in the worst possible manner. This desire has been playing in my mind since I was young. I cannot give any rational reasons for this desire. <br /><br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Twins By Bissme S]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/twins-by-bissme-s/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/twins-by-bissme-s/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 03:00:26 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>bissme</dc:creator>
<category>Other</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/twins-by-bissme-s/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[It was strange to have my twin brother undressing me.... to have his lips kissing my lips ... to have his naked body brushing against mine... to have his hands touching my manhood.<br /><br />I had reservation touching him back. I wanted us to be brothers forever and not sinful lovers. I wanted us not to cross the boundaries. <br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Dad By Bissme S]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/dad-by-bissme-s/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/dad-by-bissme-s/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 02:58:28 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>bissme</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/dad-by-bissme-s/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[If God is going to be in heaven, I would rather be in hell. Those were the last words my mom said on her deathbed.<br />There was a time in her life when God and religion played an important role. She was a regular face in church. The bible was the most important book in her life.She was actively involved in church organized charity events and she didn't stand anyone making fun of religion.<br <br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[The Wrong Woman By Bissme S]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/the-wrong-woman-by-bissme-s/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/the-wrong-woman-by-bissme-s/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 02:51:35 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>bissme</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/the-wrong-woman-by-bissme-s/</guid>
<description><![CDATA["Only death could give me the peace I wanted so badly."Those were the only words Prakash had written in his suicide note. He went to a railway track, took out all his clothes and ran towards a moving train.<br /><br />Everyone was surprised that a vibrant man like Prakash had taken his own life. But not me. I knew his reasons perfectly well.He had fallen in love with the wrong woman. <br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[The Unfaithful Wife  By Bissme S]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/the-unfaithful-wife-by-bissme-s/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/the-unfaithful-wife-by-bissme-s/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 02:47:32 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>bissme</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/the-unfaithful-wife-by-bissme-s/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I have been married for the past seven years. And in all those years I have not been faithful to my husband. I had slept with countless dashing man that had shown any slight interest in me and the worst thing is, I feel no guilt. If anything, I am proud of my affairs. I regard them as an achievement, as an accomplishment - some kind of trophies that I won.<br /><br /><br /><br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[He & She By Bissme S]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/he--she-by-bissme-s/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/he--she-by-bissme-s/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 02:42:14 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>bissme</dc:creator>
<category>Other</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/he--she-by-bissme-s/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[He told her, a secret of his that was buried in his heart for ages. She was shocked. She was speechless. She went into her room and cried her hearts out. She refused to discuss the matter any further.<br /><br />But a few hours later, she was standing in front of him, looking calm and composed. The first thing she did was to hug him. Both of them had tears in their eyes. <br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[courier company]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Horror/courier-company/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Horror/courier-company/</comments>
<pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 08:37:04 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>vijayant</dc:creator>
<category>Horror</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Horror/courier-company/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Pronto Express is a Courier Company providing Courier Services to clients in Los Angeles, Orange County and San Diego in the Califo<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[The Boooty ]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/the-boooty/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/the-boooty/</comments>
<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 20:07:33 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>giselly</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/the-boooty/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I live for the booty <br />I'll sing for the booty <br />I'll even lie for the booty<br />I'll protect it as if it was a duty<br />I'll dance for the booty <br />I'll even dye my hair for the booty <br />All of these acts of will make me wonder <br />If all of this including me will go asunder<br /><br />My negativity will get to me like a flesh eating disease <br />I'll use that excuse to for my quick escape and flee <br />I'm not accusto<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Beyond the Next Breath]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Romance/beyond-the-next-breath/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Romance/beyond-the-next-breath/</comments>
<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 22:01:06 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>damora96</dc:creator>
<category>Romance</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Romance/beyond-the-next-breath/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[<br />     <br />BEYOND THE NEXT BREATH<br />by<br />Monica Danetiu-Pana<br /><br /><br />She could hear the waves slap hard against the creaking ship; large waves, getting larger by the sound of them. A familiar warning. All around her people groaned. They were damp and miserable, even though that particular clipper had more room than the usual. Poor things. Mal de mer. She had no such affliction; she was a sailor's daught<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Falling off the Edge of the World]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/falling-off-the-edge-of-the-world/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/falling-off-the-edge-of-the-world/</comments>
<pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 17:46:30 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>damora96</dc:creator>
<category>Other</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/falling-off-the-edge-of-the-world/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[<br /><br /><br />FALLING OFF THE EDGE OF THE WORLD<br />by<br />Monica Danetiu-Pana<br /><br /><br />One day she was gone.<br />It didn't really surprise Jason. No matter how good she'd been at the job, she'd always wanted a different life. A simple kind of life with a man who loved her and didn't have to hide it, a man who didn't live in the shadows.<br />She hadn't taken anything with her. Her apartment seemed perfectly untouched. H<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Nothing Left Unsaid]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Romance/nothing-left-unsaid/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Romance/nothing-left-unsaid/</comments>
<pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 17:43:07 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>damora96</dc:creator>
<category>Romance</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Romance/nothing-left-unsaid/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[<br /><br />                                   Nothing Left Unsaid<br />                                           By<br />                                   Monica Danetiu-Pana<br /><br />1821 - Ajaccio, Corsica<br />The pale blue, white-capped mountains rose in jagged layers like shark's teeth straight out of the Mediterranean. I walked the narrow, steep streets along the waterfront's dockside market, not far from the bro<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Written Off]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/written-off/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/written-off/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 10:38:44 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>aerodaydreams</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/written-off/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[She wrote herself off<br />Scratched herself off of the list<br />And she wonders<br />Will she ever be missed?<br />Is the world moving<br />Just passing her by?<br />Or did she let it get away<br />When she sat down to cry?<br />She can't change the scratch<br />It's a permanent pen<br />If only she could learn how<br />To write her name down again<br />And she wonders<br />"Do I have to be just one<br />Of the millions of names?<br />Or can I start my <br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[American Nobody: Chapter One]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/american-nobody-chapter-one/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/american-nobody-chapter-one/</comments>
<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 23:21:41 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>endlesschris</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/american-nobody-chapter-one/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[The year is 2050 and America has fallen into a state of disrepair. With nuclear armageddon lurking on the horizion, two teenagers attempt to save the greatest nation on earth in the only way they know how.<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[What Am I Looking for?]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/what-am-i-looking-for/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/what-am-i-looking-for/</comments>
<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 18:26:35 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Thunderwave</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/what-am-i-looking-for/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Looking into the the stars of night<br />Watch and wait for something to grant my desire<br />to continue the morning stars<br />Despair my dream and honor raising into the sky<br />Travel along by the stars<br />Reaping the shadow of night desperate search<br />for the moon<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Just some things I know nothing about]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/just-some-things-i-know-nothing-about/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/just-some-things-i-know-nothing-about/</comments>
<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 17:02:06 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Epitrope</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/just-some-things-i-know-nothing-about/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[<br />She used to think we were invincible, would laugh in the faces of everyone who dared to question us and brush past them in her tight black jacket. We weren't invincible, but maybe she was. I know I wasn't.<br />Look at her now, though, certainly not powerful anyone. Not even conscious.<br />There's the only place I trump her, really.<br /><br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Some shitty freeverse]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/some-shitty-freeverse/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/some-shitty-freeverse/</comments>
<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 16:49:47 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Epitrope</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/some-shitty-freeverse/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I play chicken with the lawnmower man<br />He drives around me,<br />flinging snipped grass in my face<br />as he paces<br />impatiently.<br />The sun is above me<br />and below me is about ten feet<br />of virgin grass.<br />He'll have to rape me first,<br />then finish his job.<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[White Dwarfs and Nebulas]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/white-dwarfs-and-nebulas/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/white-dwarfs-and-nebulas/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 03:54:55 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>aerodaydreams</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/white-dwarfs-and-nebulas/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I've been chasing my dreams across the stars<br />Did I really come so far<br />Just to let them burn to ash?<br />I was a star once myself<br />Burning so bright<br />I didn't realize the size of me<br />Lost within this sea<br />This galaxy<br />Much too small, little me<br />Burning so bright<br />But such a short life expectancy<br />How can I be a giant when I'm already dwarfed?<br />My colors fade from me<br />I collapse into eternity<br />Scatt<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[what kills poets]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/what-kills-poets/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/what-kills-poets/</comments>
<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 18:45:26 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>MRMerris</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/what-kills-poets/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[what kills poets<br />                to Jack Mitcheline<br /><br /><br />you know what kills poets?<br />it's not the<br />the booze or the dope<br />or the unending knots <br />in their stomachs<br />from hunger or a poem trying to be born<br />but<br />seeing innocent faces<br />bent by tears and pain<br />over the<br />years to a singed remembrance<br />of the eagles feathers they once were.<br /><br /><br/><br/>2 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[When Did You Wave Last]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/when-did-you-wave-last/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/when-did-you-wave-last/</comments>
<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 18:38:17 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>MRMerris</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/when-did-you-wave-last/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[When Did You Wave Last<br /><br /><br />	    for Bruce Dodd<br />		1,296  words<br />	<br />Mark Morris was flipping thru Cathedral looking for plotting ideas when his cell rang.<br />"Mark?" It was his x.<br />"Yeah," He said as he ran into "Fever" and began to read:<br /><br />"He'd been in a spot all summer, since early June when his wife had left him."<br /><br />"Have you been of<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Here on Earth]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/here-on-earth/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/here-on-earth/</comments>
<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 17:29:51 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Nimrod</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/here-on-earth/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[<br />Can you hear the music of our souls?<br />Screaming for peace in the deepest holes of anger<br />Urging for evasion, dying to know<br />The acid test of their lives <br />Here on Earth!<br /><br />Masked people wandering around <br />Looking for acceptance before their sins are found<br />Flowing ideas revolving our rivers red<br />We are victims of our own bleeding existence<br /><br />Can you hear the music of our souls?<br />Screaming for<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Rain and Sailboats and Dancing Lights]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Fantasy/rain-and-sailboats-and-dancing-lights/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Fantasy/rain-and-sailboats-and-dancing-lights/</comments>
<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 22:39:53 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ashleycr</dc:creator>
<category>Fantasy</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Fantasy/rain-and-sailboats-and-dancing-lights/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[My prince sits cowering, hands over his pointed ears, knees drawn up to his chest. All around him raindrops beat the earth like a drum, sending dirt pluming skyward. The motes of dust threaten to choke my faerie, and he shivers beneath a mushroom cap, teeth clenched as explosions in the sky meet with streaks of lightning. Minutes pass but to the prince time slows to a near standstill. The booms g<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Noise of regret]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/noise-of-regret/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/noise-of-regret/</comments>
<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 20:06:21 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Nimrod</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/noise-of-regret/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Locked a door and run away <br />I heard the tune of decay<br />My head will not stop making noise!<br /><br />I should have thought<br />Our lives would wrought<br />Ditch that mask before its too late<br />The taste of your attitude is scornful<br />My head will not stop making noise!<br /><br />The lies, the times of darkness<br />We are the reprise of every other failure<br />Screaming for the noise to stop<br />Noise of regret!<br /><br /><br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Chapter 1]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/chapter-1/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/chapter-1/</comments>
<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2009 03:24:57 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>YoAdrian</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/chapter-1/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[This is the first chapter in my yet to be titled project.  I'm just looking for some feedback, so shoot away.<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Fly]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/fly/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/fly/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 11:26:09 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>aerodaydreams</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/fly/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Less a poem, more a thought, about a stupid flightless creature that doesn't know when to quit.<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Definitions & Interpretations]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/definitions--interpretations/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/definitions--interpretations/</comments>
<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 12:02:33 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gitgirl</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/definitions--interpretations/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Beauty and Anger have joined together<br />and combined their contradictions.<br /><br />Beauty…<br />	(with its hostile fear)<br /><br />Anger…<br />	(with its simple loveliness)<br /><br />Have now decided because of <br />Bogus Definitions & Misused Interpretations…<br /><br />They are actually one.<br /><br/><br/>2 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Being Here, Being There]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/being-here-being-there/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/being-here-being-there/</comments>
<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 12:01:06 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gitgirl</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/being-here-being-there/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[<br />As I sat, pen and paper in hand, and began<br />to write about the joys of being here,<br />I glanced over there.<br />Suddenly, I decided<br />I would rather write about<br />the joys of being there.<br />However, I could not<br />for having never been there;<br />I had no joys to write about.<br />I pondered my situation; my answer came.<br />If I wanted to write about<br />the joys of being there,<br />I must visit there and experience th<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Younger Than Me]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/younger-than-me/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/younger-than-me/</comments>
<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 11:58:17 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gitgirl</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/younger-than-me/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[<br /><br />Evelyn Saunders was a very busy woman. She enjoyed visiting her father, occasionally, on weekends, but not when she had errands or it was unplanned. Today was a perfect example of both. Between her job, her husband and her son, she rarely enjoyed a minute to herself. Time was a valuable commodity, and Evelyn managed it to her advantage. She carried a daily calendar, thanks to American Express<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Wiping Away These Cobwebs]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/wiping-away-these-cobwebs/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/wiping-away-these-cobwebs/</comments>
<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 11:55:02 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>gitgirl</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/wiping-away-these-cobwebs/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[WIPING AWAY THESE COBWEBS<br /><br />by<br /><br /><br />JULIE GITTENS<br /><br /><br />	Russ is leaning on the headboard, with our pillows under his head, and smoking a cigarette. He's staring at the bathroom door and humming along with the song playing on the clock radio, Bruce Springsteen's "My City In Ruins". My head is buried in his chest and I can hear his heart beating. I can feel it, too. This slow, steady thumping that<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[The Ditch ]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/the-ditch/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/the-ditch/</comments>
<pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 06:09:47 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>giselly</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/the-ditch/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Today I've decided to become a bitch <br />so that when others come to play <br />they'll find themselves falling into a dark endless ditch<br /><br />I think I'm going to turn my heart into the hardest metal <br />but it'll be disguise looking like the softest of flower petals <br />I'll do this to take others for a fool <br />all the while I'll be smiling and maintaining my cool <br /><br />I know this sounds cold, heartless, and<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Just a small moment]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/just-a-small-moment/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/just-a-small-moment/</comments>
<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 22:11:55 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Epitrope</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/just-a-small-moment/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Small moment in time between two very different people.<br/><br/>2 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[David Carradine]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/david-carradine/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/david-carradine/</comments>
<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 21:54:48 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ghostofmajestic</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/david-carradine/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I stayed at the same hotel in which David Carradine hung himself just a short while ago.<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Awakening]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/awakening/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/awakening/</comments>
<pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 23:48:49 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>kristamonique</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/awakening/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[The eve of my awakening looms before me. Luminous, with the profundity of centuries, my eyes as an owl's penetrate the very core of creation. The earth blushes from the keenness, the attentiveness of my gaze and clothes herself modestly in darkness. Night has fallen. Does the wailing of the East Wind disturb the complacent reverie of my thoughts? Captivated by a downward spiral of red and gold..<br/><br/>2 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Last Christmas]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Non-fiction/last-christmas/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Non-fiction/last-christmas/</comments>
<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 01:11:14 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>pqpq</dc:creator>
<category>Non-fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Non-fiction/last-christmas/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I put on my earphones and played 'Last Christmas' and soon the memories of last Christmas filled up my mind. <br />It was snowing heavily. The temperature hit the lowest at minus twenty five degrees. You could never tell the time of the day by looking outside, for it was dark most of the time. Winters in Finland were always dark and it was the most depressing time of the year. No wonder, Finns commit<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Your Ends Are Raggedy, Girlfriend!  A grass-root fiction ]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/your-ends-are-raggedy-girlfriend-a-grass-root-fiction/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/your-ends-are-raggedy-girlfriend-a-grass-root-fiction/</comments>
<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 21:30:47 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>bruss1030</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/your-ends-are-raggedy-girlfriend-a-grass-root-fiction/</guid>
<description><![CDATA["YOUR ENDS ARE RAGGEDY, GIRLFRIEND!" a grass-root fiction.<br />	Completed first novel entitled "Your Ends Are Raggedy, Girl!".  The year<br />	is 1982 to 1986.  The place is Harlem, USA.  Mildred Evans and Claude <br />	LeBeau are good friends who met at Walker Beauty Academy.   Through<br />	perils and disappointments they established "Shampoo Time", a chic beauty<br />	salon in Harlem.  T<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[“CONFESSIONS OF A DISCO QUEEN”…30 some years ago]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/ldquoconfessions-of-a-disco-queenrdquohellip30-some-years-ago/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/ldquoconfessions-of-a-disco-queenrdquohellip30-some-years-ago/</comments>
<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 21:25:35 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>bruss1030</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/ldquoconfessions-of-a-disco-queenrdquohellip30-some-years-ago/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Confessions of a Disco Queen…30 some years ago. This is an autobiography about my life during my early twenties that take place in New York City.  And of course this is me during that time back in the 1970's.  Please read the excerpt Chapter Four from my book, and hopefully for some of you "baby boomers it will bring back memories of  "back in the day". <br /> <br /> I'm looking for a publisher<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[The price of success]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/the-price-of-success/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/the-price-of-success/</comments>
<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 00:51:09 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>DeadScriptures</dc:creator>
<category>Other</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/the-price-of-success/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Tony walked up to his old house and walked straight to the backyard. He noticed the changes, the grass had re-grown, the seedling tree was now at least 12ft in height, even the windows had been replaced, but the porch was in perfect shape. "Damn its been a minute since I've smelled under this porch, I hope my shit is still here." As he brushes through the dried and old leaves he noticed the bag. <br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Time]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/time/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/time/</comments>
<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 00:45:00 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>DeadScriptures</dc:creator>
<category>Poetry</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Poetry/time/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Walking toward a path that is straight narrow and dark yet calming,<br />  I say your name with visions of your face like a dream in slow motion,<br />  Knowing that I am the soul controller you are my soul and without you I have no meaning,<br />  I made a wrong turn on "broken ave" and got us a little off track with our objective,<br />  My mistake...<br />  I regret my moves with no cautionary view of where it mi<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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