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 <title>FictionPress.com - Leinnansidhe's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: Leinnansidhe</subtitle>
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  <author>
   <name>Leinnansidhe</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/535991/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2009-06-14T20:49:10-08:00</published>
  <updated>2009-06-14T20:49:10-08:00</updated>
  <title>Gloom</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/535991/Leinnansidhe'&gt;Leinnansidhe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Horror/'&gt;Horror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Fantasy/Horror&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 2,310, Reviews: 3, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Our village is a place not so much wrought with peril as it is a place of continually altered social boundaries. They liked to test the water, and when They’re given an inch, They’ll take it. --A dream I've been having recently. Forgive the lameness.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Leinnansidhe</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/535991/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2008-10-02T14:08:14-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-10-02T14:08:14-08:00</updated>
  <title>Thereyune</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2318500/1/Thereyune"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2007-02-11:story.2318500</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/535991/Leinnansidhe'&gt;Leinnansidhe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Supernatural/'&gt;Supernatural&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Fantasy/Sci-Fi&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 16, Words: 64,667, Reviews: 88, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Taschi, a gawky seventeen-year-old with bloodshed in his swampy southern past, ventures to the City State of Gwenth of America's near-future. Mystery leads Taschi down a road of science, that plays in the realm of godhood, and is littered with corpses.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Leinnansidhe</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/535991/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2008-07-24T10:06:20-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-07-24T10:06:20-08:00</updated>
  <title>Redux</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2426542/1/Redux"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2007-10-14:story.2426542</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/535991/Leinnansidhe'&gt;Leinnansidhe&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;Adventure/Fantasy&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 3, Words: 3,822, Reviews: 9, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;When the mighty Nemnbian Empire falls at the hands of internal corruption and civil unrest, it is up to an anti hero to stave off a world war he'd happily see rip the world to shreds.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Leinnansidhe</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/535991/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2007-02-21T14:53:06-08:00</published>
  <updated>2007-02-21T14:53:06-08:00</updated>
  <title>We are Generation Y</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2323418/1/We-are-Generation-Y"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2007-02-21:story.2323418</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/535991/Leinnansidhe'&gt;Leinnansidhe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Politics/'&gt;Politics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Poetry/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 88, Reviews: 7, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Ever feel like you're writing the same thing into oblivion? I do. I suppose this was a remedy for that but I'm not quite sure where it came from. Though uploading it made the form I wanted go all weird, so everything's now a huge ribbon of font</summary>
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