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 <title>FictionPress.com - pen112's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: pen112</subtitle>
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  <author>
   <name>pen112</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/385138/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2010-04-08T21:55:12-08:00</published>
  <updated>2010-04-08T21:55:12-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Titanomachy</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2009-05-18:story.2674248</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/385138/pen112'&gt;pen112&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Fantasy/'&gt;Fantasy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: M&lt;br&gt;Sci-Fi/Fantasy&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 4, Words: 2,696, Reviews: 4, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Man is a race far older than it thinks. In fact, Earth was not our first home. We came from Mars, the Fourth planet, fleeing the dying rock to find a new home. An anthology open to submissions. Email me at to participate!</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>pen112</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/385138/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2008-07-09T07:28:26-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-07-09T07:28:26-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Brawler's Guide to Martial Arts</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2537124/1/The-Brawler-s-Guide-to-Martial-Arts"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2008-06-25:story.2537124</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/385138/pen112'&gt;pen112&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Action/'&gt;Action&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K&lt;br&gt;General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 3, Words: 2,265, Reviews: 10, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;In the Era of Jason Bourne and UFC, it's no longer acceptable to have spinning high kicks in your spy thrillers. Want to know about the various deadly techniques that can be used to turn your protagonist into a bone-breaking unarmed expert? Look no furthe</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>pen112</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/385138/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2007-12-14T07:22:58-08:00</published>
  <updated>2007-12-14T07:22:58-08:00</updated>
  <title>Punish the Deserving</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2435784/1/Punish-the-Deserving"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2007-11-07:story.2435784</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/385138/pen112'&gt;pen112&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Action/'&gt;Action&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Adventure/Suspense&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 2, Words: 3,090, Reviews: 3, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;There are those who wait in the shadows and seek to serve Justice. To hunt down and punish those who deserve nothing less than punishment. But when the hunters become the prey, someone must make a move and turn the tables again.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>pen112</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/385138/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2007-09-23T07:47:08-08:00</published>
  <updated>2007-09-23T07:47:08-08:00</updated>
  <title>Black Storm</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/385138/pen112'&gt;pen112&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Action/'&gt;Action&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: M&lt;br&gt;Drama/Suspense&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 2,582, Reviews: 2, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Iraq is a storm of violence, a torrent maelstrom fed by winds from neighboring Iran. Winds in the form of arms smugglers. Task Force Rover is the wall against the storm, the hunters of the damned.</summary>
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