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		<title>By: Rachel Elizabeth</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/fiction/comment-page-7/#comment-246943</link>
		<dc:creator>Rachel Elizabeth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 18:52:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was scanning the fiction aisle in the public library.  Little did I know that soon a very mysterious and scruffy man would approach me and seduce me.  I never expected a total stranger to lightly stroke the edge of a Dickens novel against the back of my skin tight jeans; furthermore, I never expected to enjoy every bit of it, and reciprocate with great fervor.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>I was scanning the fiction aisle in the public library.  Little did I know that soon a very mysterious and scruffy man would approach me and seduce me.  I never expected a total stranger to lightly stroke the edge of a Dickens novel against the back of my skin tight jeans; furthermore, I never expected to enjoy every bit of it, and reciprocate with great fervor.</p>
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		<title>By: Beth</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/fiction/comment-page-7/#comment-246942</link>
		<dc:creator>Beth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 18:51:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Is that all we ever were? Did I create you solely in mind, to fill me up and give my emptiness a name? You existed as ghost. Left an indentation in my bed, but in my life you are only ever meant to be a story. Nothing real, no substance. Just the wind in my curtains, a figment of an imagination that needed desperately a tale to tell.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Is that all we ever were? Did I create you solely in mind, to fill me up and give my emptiness a name? You existed as ghost. Left an indentation in my bed, but in my life you are only ever meant to be a story. Nothing real, no substance. Just the wind in my curtains, a figment of an imagination that needed desperately a tale to tell.</p>
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		<title>By: Lizzy</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/fiction/comment-page-7/#comment-246941</link>
		<dc:creator>Lizzy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 18:44:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>An escape from the everyday. Fiction can take us to places we have never even imagined. It can make us consider the most menial aspects of life in an entirely new light.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>An escape from the everyday. Fiction can take us to places we have never even imagined. It can make us consider the most menial aspects of life in an entirely new light.</p>
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		<title>By: Chelsea</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/fiction/comment-page-7/#comment-246940</link>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 18:37:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I used to want to be a writer. Writing isn&#039;t necessarily hard for me, but the creative process is. I can&#039;t seem to just make up stories. Just like I can&#039;t seem to just draw drawings - I can only draw from life. Maybe I&#039;ll be a biographer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>I used to want to be a writer. Writing isn&#8217;t necessarily hard for me, but the creative process is. I can&#8217;t seem to just make up stories. Just like I can&#8217;t seem to just draw drawings &#8211; I can only draw from life. Maybe I&#8217;ll be a biographer.</p>
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		<title>By: Laura</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/fiction/comment-page-7/#comment-246939</link>
		<dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 18:35:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>we always are thinking about what is going to happen with us, with our world, with the humanity itself. The most important thing about fiction is that we have the power to change it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>we always are thinking about what is going to happen with us, with our world, with the humanity itself. The most important thing about fiction is that we have the power to change it.</p>
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		<title>By: daveit ferris</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/fiction/comment-page-7/#comment-246938</link>
		<dc:creator>daveit ferris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 18:28:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>fiction is the heart of small men in paper hats with tiny lungs. It embodies the small villages that noone has ever seen from small. I am proof that fiction is not a hoax constructed by the zombies. Love is based on fiction. Fiction bombed at the box office.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>fiction is the heart of small men in paper hats with tiny lungs. It embodies the small villages that noone has ever seen from small. I am proof that fiction is not a hoax constructed by the zombies. Love is based on fiction. Fiction bombed at the box office.</p>
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		<title>By: Stephen Veith</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/fiction/comment-page-7/#comment-246937</link>
		<dc:creator>Stephen Veith</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 18:27:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am sooo tired, i just got back from my triple marathon, i cannot wait to go hang out with the pope later he is the best at yahtzee, we don&#039;t bet though, you know &quot;religion&quot;. its okay though he makes a good pumpkin pie when i beat him, if he wins i usually just make a pile of bumblebee pillows appear using my magic statue of Christmas.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>I am sooo tired, i just got back from my triple marathon, i cannot wait to go hang out with the pope later he is the best at yahtzee, we don&#8217;t bet though, you know &#8220;religion&#8221;. its okay though he makes a good pumpkin pie when i beat him, if he wins i usually just make a pile of bumblebee pillows appear using my magic statue of Christmas.</p>
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		<title>By: Coral</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/fiction/comment-page-7/#comment-246936</link>
		<dc:creator>Coral</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 18:19:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>fictional fears plagued
her child&#039;s mind-
mother had never told her
that the monster in her closet
was really the arm of a sweater
peeking out from the mess, 
and father had never made her feel safe.
so she lay in bed, covers pulled over her head, 
trembling and eyes tearing, 
consumed in her child&#039;s fear.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>fictional fears plagued<br />
her child&#8217;s mind-<br />
mother had never told her<br />
that the monster in her closet<br />
was really the arm of a sweater<br />
peeking out from the mess,<br />
and father had never made her feel safe.<br />
so she lay in bed, covers pulled over her head,<br />
trembling and eyes tearing,<br />
consumed in her child&#8217;s fear.</p>
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		<title>By: Stephen</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/fiction/comment-page-7/#comment-246935</link>
		<dc:creator>Stephen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 18:18:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Fiction is pretty interesting, not because of the insane and crazy stories themselves, but that fact that someone was able to dig deep into their own imagination and pull out this completely original ideas. I think that is what amazes me most about fiction, the fact that someone actually was able to create an entire world out of just their own thoughts that no one has ever seen before.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Fiction is pretty interesting, not because of the insane and crazy stories themselves, but that fact that someone was able to dig deep into their own imagination and pull out this completely original ideas. I think that is what amazes me most about fiction, the fact that someone actually was able to create an entire world out of just their own thoughts that no one has ever seen before.</p>
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		<title>By: mariesdaly</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/fiction/comment-page-7/#comment-246934</link>
		<dc:creator>mariesdaly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 18:14:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;what a load of pure crap! I&#039;ve never heard so much lies and untruthes!  Are you aiming to be the fiction writer of the year or something?&quot;
His daughter looked up with red rimmed eyes, and a helpless expression, as if to say &quot;what&#039;s the point?&quot;
It seemed to make him madder.
&quot;Get out of my sight, how I ever came to bring up a daughter like you, I&#039;ll never know!&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>&#8220;what a load of pure crap! I&#8217;ve never heard so much lies and untruthes!  Are you aiming to be the fiction writer of the year or something?&#8221;<br />
His daughter looked up with red rimmed eyes, and a helpless expression, as if to say &#8220;what&#8217;s the point?&#8221;<br />
It seemed to make him madder.<br />
&#8220;Get out of my sight, how I ever came to bring up a daughter like you, I&#8217;ll never know!&#8221;</p>
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