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 <title>FictionPress.com - Pyro-Klepto-maniac's fanfiction</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: Pyro-Klepto-maniac</subtitle>
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 <updated>2008-09-05T06:12:09-08:00</updated>
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  <author>
   <name>Pyro-Klepto-maniac</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/470892/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2007-08-18T21:33:23-08:00</published>
  <updated>2007-08-18T21:33:23-08:00</updated>
  <title>Who am I?</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2404618/1/Who_am_I"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2007-08-18:story.2404618</id>
  <category term="Life"/>
  <category term="English"/>
  <category term="Fiction Rated: K"/>
  <category term="Poetry"/>
  <category term="General"/>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/470892/Pyro-Klepto-maniac'&gt;Pyro-Klepto-maniac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Category: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Life/'&gt;Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Language: English, Fiction Rated: K&lt;br&gt;Genres: Poetry/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 176, Reviews: 1 
Updated: 8-18-07, Published: 8-18-07&lt;br&gt;Status: Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Is it really possible to tell who someone really is? Is it possible to know if they are hiding behind a facade? Is it possible to tell if one is truly evil, or innocent?</summary>
 </entry>
 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Pyro-Klepto-maniac</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/470892/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2007-05-31T17:30:09-08:00</published>
  <updated>2007-05-31T17:30:09-08:00</updated>
  <title>Birthdays</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2369601/1/Birthdays"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2007-05-31:story.2369601</id>
  <category term="Friendship"/>
  <category term="English"/>
  <category term="Fiction Rated: K"/>
  <category term="General"/>
  <category term="Angst"/>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/470892/Pyro-Klepto-maniac'&gt;Pyro-Klepto-maniac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Category: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Friendship/'&gt;Friendship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Language: English, Fiction Rated: K&lt;br&gt;Genres: General/Angst&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 395, Reviews: 3 
Updated: 5-31-07, Published: 5-31-07&lt;br&gt;Status: Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Sometimes you really don't realize how little friends you have. How people seem to like others more than you no matter how you treat them. At Birthdays, that really catches my attention. How others i thought as friends don't consider me as one themselves.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Pyro-Klepto-maniac</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/470892/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2007-02-21T20:35:35-08:00</published>
  <updated>2007-02-21T20:35:35-08:00</updated>
  <title>Free the Children</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2323586/1/Free_the_Children"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2007-02-21:story.2323586</id>
  <category term="Life"/>
  <category term="English"/>
  <category term="Fiction Rated: K"/>
  <category term="General"/>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/470892/Pyro-Klepto-maniac'&gt;Pyro-Klepto-maniac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Category: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Life/'&gt;Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Language: English, Fiction Rated: K&lt;br&gt;Genres: General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 254, Reviews: 0 
Updated: 2-21-07, Published: 2-21-07&lt;br&gt;Status: Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Child labour  labor is a devastating event that is still happening to children today. In many countries, children have to break stones to sell for money to survive.This is my opinion on the matter.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Pyro-Klepto-maniac</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/470892/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2006-12-03T18:02:53-08:00</published>
  <updated>2006-12-03T18:02:53-08:00</updated>
  <title>Once upon a Snowy Day</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2284707/1/Once_upon_a_Snowy_Day"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2006-12-03:story.2284707</id>
  <category term="Nature"/>
  <category term="English"/>
  <category term="Fiction Rated: K"/>
  <category term="General"/>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/470892/Pyro-Klepto-maniac'&gt;Pyro-Klepto-maniac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Category: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Nature/'&gt;Nature&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Language: English, Fiction Rated: K&lt;br&gt;Genres: General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 87, Reviews: 0 
Updated: 12-3-06, Published: 12-3-06&lt;br&gt;Status: Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Upon a snowy day, what do you do after you finish playing? This poems shows nothing more than how one warms herself up after comming back inside from the snow.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Pyro-Klepto-maniac</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/470892/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2005-05-16T16:33:40-08:00</published>
  <updated>2005-05-16T16:33:40-08:00</updated>
  <title>Living a Lie</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1914745/1/Living_a_Lie"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2005-05-16:story.1914745</id>
  <category term="Life"/>
  <category term="English"/>
  <category term="Fiction Rated: K+"/>
  <category term="Angst"/>
  <category term="Tragedy"/>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/470892/Pyro-Klepto-maniac'&gt;Pyro-Klepto-maniac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Category: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Life/'&gt;Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Language: English, Fiction Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Genres: Angst/Tragedy&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 656, Reviews: 0 
Updated: 5-16-05, Published: 5-16-05&lt;br&gt;Status: Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Have you ever felt like no one cares about you? That your life is worth nothing at all? Now, imagine how it would feel like if you took the final step. A step that was not needed, for your feelings were actually a trick played by your mind.</summary>
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