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		<title>Booooooorrrrrriiinnngggg Ol&#8217; Summer</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2011 21:01:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hi!!!!! Okay, everybody probably is having fun, and so I&#8217;ll just write something seriously random. How about&#8230;summer with Jilly? The blade of grass? Ringing any bells here? So apparently, Jilly is staring into her mirror. Going, this is the first &#8230; <a href="http://www.gogracego.com/blog/short-story/booooooorrrrrriiinnngggg-ol-summer/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi!!!!! Okay, everybody probably is having fun, and so I&#8217;ll just write something seriously random. How about&#8230;summer with Jilly? The blade of grass? Ringing any bells here?</p>
<p>So apparently, Jilly is staring into her mirror. Going, this is the first day of summer, and I can&#8217;t find anything to wear to impress the nice Duke of Warbley-Jelly(the Prince by any other name). So at the end she just wore what she did yesterday. And the rest all falls into place. Dinner with the middle eastern prince. And so to solve her earlier dilemma, she ended up with tons o silk clothes and fabric. Da End(no imagination right now)</p>
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		<title>A story and a realization</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jun 2011 00:05:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>grace</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today I realized how much I love to write stories. So here is a updated version of&#8230;..Snow White. I&#8217;ll do another one next time!! There once was a princess named Blanc Snow, and she was beautiful with black hair, pale &#8230; <a href="http://www.gogracego.com/blog/short-story/a-story-and-a-realization/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #0570a7;">Today I realized how much I love to write stories. So here is a updated version of&#8230;..Snow White. I&#8217;ll do another one next time!!<br />
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<p><span style="color: #0570a7;">There once was a princess named Blanc Snow, and she was beautiful with black hair, pale skin, and pink lips. She loved to make up stories, and her mother disappeared over a journey to Indonesia, so her father had a partner-friend, not another wife, and she was jealous of Blanc Snow&#8217;s talent and beauty, so she sweetly told Blanc Snow to gather the strawberries from the garden, without bothering the servants. Blanc Snow instead ran away, to the woods, and appeared at her small cottage she built with her fairy friends, all seven of them. They now helped her to stay safe. A few days later, her cellphone ran out of battery, and she left to get he recharger. but Missus Queen caught her, and put her to sleep. Then the woman tossed her out, where the fairies caught her, and put her on a daisy bed and told her one of her own amazing stories. Meanwhile, a prince was amazed by the story, and asked who made it. The fairy speaking tearfully explained to the bewildered prince. And the fairies left her alone. The prince crept over and touched her hand, and, as he was so cold, he woke her up. And they married and did something bad to the Queen.<br />
<span style="color: #9e62da;">THE END</span><br />
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		<title>Random Again</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2011 23:29:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>grace</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[So here is a random story: There&#8217;s this girl named Jilly, and she was very reserved. But the only person she would tell her most deepest secrets to was not a person. It was a blade of&#8230;&#8230;grass! And so everyday &#8230; <a href="http://www.gogracego.com/blog/short-story/random-again/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So here is a random story:<br />
There&#8217;s this girl named Jilly, and she was very reserved. But the only person she would tell her most deepest secrets to was not a person. It was a blade of&#8230;&#8230;grass! And so everyday she&#8217;d go on and on and on and on about her boyfriend! Which she didn&#8217;t really have one, it was just some dude at school who was super polite to her, and his friends made him confess tat he liked her, which he really did. And none of them teased him, cause Jilly was super popular. Well, actually she was just good-looking, and she often took dumb dares, and she was a B average kid. So they qualify her as &#8216;good&#8217;. Back to Mr.Blade of Grass. The blade itself was three decimeteres long!! And Jilly was soo careful holding it. Not cause it was fragile, excuse you. And Jilly looked like this(speaking of looks): Long-ish silvery whitey blondey coloured hair(Long bangs, short near the front of her shoulders, long at the back, all the way to her waist), and pale green eyes. Very remarkable. She also has very sharp eyes with thick and short eyelashes, and a small nicely pointed nose, and a nice mouth. Her skin colour was pale-ish, and people thought she was a fairy! Well, she does sorta look like one&#8230;<br />
One day, while confiding in her blade-&#8221;I thought he was clever! Didn&#8217;t know he was a jokester, cause I hate silly people&#8221;-somebody who was cutting the bushes suddenly looked over and screamed. and the next day, her mother gave her a piece of paper which was from the neighbour. And it said:<br />
<strong>That Blade you have&#8230;.it&#8217;s the Blade of Grass&#8230;.WHY CAN&#8217;T YOU GIVE IT TO THE KING??? I mean, you know our town is called Grassein, named after our old ancient prince, and he lost his sword, and this prophet said the girl who finds it will marry the current prince&#8230;.</strong><br />
Taken by surprise, she showed her mom, and they became very happy in the castle.<br />
Da end</p>
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		<title>Shu&#8217;s Predicament</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2011 23:50:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>grace</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Okay, this is a fako story so don&#8217;t expect this to have true facts, so&#8230;.yeah. There is this guy (year 2025) who is called Joshua(Shu), and he lived in Lacklonis. On Vergitt, another 14 year old guy(Pooky) was watching T.V. &#8230; <a href="http://www.gogracego.com/blog/short-story/shus-predicament/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Okay, this is a fako story so don&#8217;t expect this to have true facts, so&#8230;.yeah.</p>
<p>There is this guy (year 2025) who is called Joshua(Shu), and he lived in Lacklonis. On Vergitt, another 14 year old guy(Pooky) was watching T.V. &#8220;Lacklonis just underwent a LARRRRGE earthquake, stay with us for more.&#8221; Pooky called his sisters over and meanwhile&#8230;.<br />
Joshua ended up separate from his parents, and the last thing he remembered was a man grabbing his arm.</p>
<p>And, because this story is so mixed up, it turns out, that Shu had some unimportant(or, not <strong>that</strong> important) body organs removed. And donated. Pooky had a dream about Joshua, now blind. And so he went to Lacklonis and met Shu. And became friends with Shu. And Shu&#8217;s predicaments were all solved with a friendly doctor and colourful glass eyes.<br />
The End of my messed up but aspiring story.</p>
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		<title>Chores.  .  .  .</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2010 04:46:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>grace</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes when I do work, I feel bored and I don&#8217;t want to do it. Then, sometimes I ask if I can do it. Weird. And so American and Canadian kids always tell their parents to do work. Last week &#8230; <a href="http://www.gogracego.com/blog/short-story/chores/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes when I do work, I feel bored and I don&#8217;t want to do it. Then, sometimes I ask if I can do it. Weird. And so American and Canadian kids always tell their parents to do work.</p>
<p>Last week on Wednesday, Coco and Andy came over. I know we had a lot of fun. What I didn&#8217;t know was that Mom was doing the laundry. And we were supposed to help. After they left, I did what I normally did-then it occurred to me that my mom had did the laundry. Without us. Ok, it&#8217;s strange to feel guilty when we were having fun, but that&#8217;s me. After Gloria got on her bed, I told her about Mom doing ALL the work. She got sad and she cried. Any-way, I told her a story I made to cheer her up:</p>
<p>There was once a little girl who lived in China. Her name was Lotus. She was dusting the big drawer. Since her father went to Canada and her brother went to England for a field trip for school, so she and her mother did all the work. One day, while she dusting. her friend appeared at the door. &#8220;Chamomile!&#8221; Lotus smiled at her friend. Lotus&#8217;s mother told her to go play. Meanwhile, her mother was doing the chores. She looked out the window and smiled. Watching them made her very happy. When Chamomile had to go, Lotus went back to the house, but stood at the doorway. Lotus burst into tears. She told her mother that she was unhappy that her mother did all the work. Her mother, surprised, told her that watching her play was a pleasure, and made the work easier. Lotus believed her mother, and went to bed. In the middle of the night, she slipped out of bed and carefully painted some words on to the parchment paper. And then she crept into her mother&#8217;s room and place the paper on her mother&#8217;s desk. The next day, Lotus&#8217;s mother woke and saw the paper. She picked it up and read it. <em>You are the best mum! In the world! I love you, mommy. Love, LOTUS.</em> Lotus&#8217;s mother was very happy. THE END!</p>
<p>Gloria felt better after this story. I, myself did too. Do you like it?</p>
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		<title>A walk in the Amazon</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 05:46:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>grace</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Imagine a rainforest. You are walking through it. You see lots of plants and buttress roots covering up a path. You cross over it, and you are standing on a dusty path. A lizard dashes across the path. You spy &#8230; <a href="http://www.gogracego.com/blog/short-story/a-walk-in-the-amazon/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #00ffff;"> </span>Imagine a rainforest. </p>
<p>You are walking through it. You see lots of plants and buttress roots covering up a path. You cross over it, and you are standing on a dusty path. A lizard dashes across the path. You spy a tarantula climbing out of a hole in the ground. It peeks at you, and skittered back into the hole. You decide to follow the path. A streak of yellow passes the bushes near you. It must be a jaguar, you think. When you pass a purple rock, the path ends. Suddenly, you hear loud, yelling noises. You turn around to see a monkey in a tree above. A howler monkey! The monkey stares at you, and runs off. Tons of monkeys follow it, howling loudly. Watching the monkeys gives you an idea.</p>
<p>You grab a rope-like vine, and swing to to a platform. Surprised, you look around and you see: A desk tied with roots and vines, a chair made in the same way; a flashlight and a computer. On the desk, besides the computer, are: a basket made from vines holding pens, another basket holding paper, and a notebook. You step gingerly across the &#8220;tree house&#8221; and sit on the chair. You look in the notebook. You read the newest page. <em>Today I saw a jaguar. It jumped in front of me. It was very nice, and it led me to a food storage.</em> A hissing sound came from beside you, and you jump. You turn to see a snake glaring at you. You quickly try to get down. You see a ladder, and rush down it. </p>
<p>You continue through the forest. You spot a tapir in the darkness. It stares at you. You keep on walking, as if you didn&#8217;t see it. Then suddenly, the path split in two. One way led to a darker place, while the other one went to somewhere lighter. You follow the path that leads to a lighter place. </p>
<p>Meanwhile, you wonder why most of the animals are rushing. A flock of birds make a lot of noise as it passes you. A blue parrot stops on a nearby branch. It looks at you as if to say, <em>Come with us! Follow us!</em> You do follow it, and you see a opening. Near the opening, you see lots of animals near a crystal blue pool. A crocodile sticks its claw into the water. It splashes the water. You walk over to the pool, and you splash yourself. Suddenly, you have an urge to go out of the forest. You do. When you step into the sunshine, you hear noises. That are human. Poachers! Or so you think so. you feel lucky to be human. The rainforest was an amazing place, you think. Do you really think so?</p>
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		<title>A Caterpillar (A Green One.)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 04:24:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Today I went to the playground. I first ran away to play with Hannah. She is really waiting to catch a kitten with me. The kitten is a female. Then I found a bug. It was a caterpillar. It was &#8230; <a href="http://www.gogracego.com/blog/short-story/a-caterpillar-a-green-one/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today I went to the playground. I first ran away to play with Hannah. She is really waiting to catch a kitten with me. The kitten is a female. Then I found a bug. It was a caterpillar. It was green.</p>
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		<title>Sour Grapes</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 00:43:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One day a hungry fox saw grapes hanging from a vine. &#8220;I want some of it.&#8221;said the fox. He jumped and stared. &#8220;Anyway it is sour.&#8221;thought the fox.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One day a hungry fox saw grapes hanging from a vine. &#8220;I want some of it.&#8221;said the fox. He jumped and stared. &#8220;Anyway it is sour.&#8221;thought the fox.</p>
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		<title>The Pink Sky</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2007 23:26:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One day in robot land,Paulina and Dona went walking to robot school. Every day,when the sky was always pink,Dona went out to tan&#8230;&#8230;finish this story.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One day in robot land,Paulina and Dona went walking to robot school. Every day,when the sky was  always pink,Dona went out to tan&#8230;&#8230;finish this story.</p>
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