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 <title>FictionPress.com - Laila Amira's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: Laila Amira</subtitle>
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  <author>
   <name>Laila Amira</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/474905/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-05-14T14:58:02-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-05-14T14:58:02-08:00</updated>
  <title>Adventures in Moulage and Adrenaline</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-05-14:story.3022466</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/474905/Laila-Amira'&gt;Laila Amira&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/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 1,424, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Since June 2007, I have been a civilian role player for local police and medics. These are some of my experiences with police response training, medical exercises, disaster relief, and other adrenaline- and stage-blood-filled adventure.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Laila Amira</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/474905/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-05-14T14:30:02-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-05-14T14:30:02-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Angel Medallion</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-05-14:story.3022458</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/474905/Laila-Amira'&gt;Laila Amira&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;Drama/Spiritual&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 2,773, Reviews: 5, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Rachel Harmon is part of a Christian mission team that is bringing food and aid to the people of Iraq. When the team is kidnapped by a group of insurgent rebels, it seems that all hope is lost. But they discover that faith can have surprising results...</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Laila Amira</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/474905/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2010-02-27T08:51:19-08:00</published>
  <updated>2010-02-27T08:51:19-08:00</updated>
  <title>Every Fifteen Minutes</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2778551/1/Every-Fifteen-Minutes"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2010-02-22:story.2778551</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/474905/Laila-Amira'&gt;Laila Amira&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;Drama/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 16, Words: 27,293, Reviews: 9, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Every 15 minutes, someone in the United States dies from drunk driving. For two days, I became one of them. This is my story of participation in a nationwide program, and its impact.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Laila Amira</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/474905/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2010-02-20T09:19:20-08:00</published>
  <updated>2010-02-20T09:19:20-08:00</updated>
  <title>Regret</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2010-02-20:story.2777553</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/474905/Laila-Amira'&gt;Laila Amira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Biography/'&gt;Biography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;General/Tragedy&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 780, Reviews: 2, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;A young woman says a final goodbye to her brother. There are things that we should do, but put off instead. Some of us run out of time, and don't realize it until it's too late. An essay about grief, regret, and healing.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Laila Amira</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/474905/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2009-08-25T16:10:02-08:00</published>
  <updated>2009-08-25T16:10:02-08:00</updated>
  <title>High School Hilarity</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2711215/1/High-School-Hilarity"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2009-08-19:story.2711215</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/474905/Laila-Amira'&gt;Laila Amira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Humor/'&gt;Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;General/Humor&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 4, Words: 2,527, Reviews: 12, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Contrary to popular belief, school can be fun. Throughout high school, I kept a notebook full of quotes from teachers and students. From the beginning of Freshman year to the end of Senior year, here is four years' worth of stories, quotes, and hilarity.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Laila Amira</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/474905/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2009-04-28T11:10:52-08:00</published>
  <updated>2009-04-28T11:10:52-08:00</updated>
  <title>Goodnight Moon</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2666274/1/Goodnight-Moon"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2009-04-28:story.2666274</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/474905/Laila-Amira'&gt;Laila Amira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Humor/'&gt;Humor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Poetry/Humor&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 207, Reviews: 3, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;A parody of Margaret Wise Brown's story. This is something that my friend and I came up with, following a stressful evening of watching her siblings and attempting to keep them out of their parents' hair.</summary>
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