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 <title>FictionPress.com - KC Cooper's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: KC Cooper</subtitle>
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 <updated>2013-05-21T09:01:18-08:00</updated>
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  <author>
   <name>KC Cooper</name>
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  </author>
  <published>2009-02-16T16:05:10-08:00</published>
  <updated>2009-02-16T16:05:10-08:00</updated>
  <title>Innocent Valentines</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2008-11-03:story.2591712</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/600282/KC-Cooper'&gt;KC Cooper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Love/'&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Hurt/Comfort/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 13, Words: 3,103, Reviews: 5, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;A collection of poetry outlining my life. Mostly about love, friends, high school, and especially Monkey Boy. I know you'll never read them, thats why I write these words.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>KC Cooper</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/600282/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2009-01-05T18:50:13-08:00</published>
  <updated>2009-01-05T18:50:13-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Ghosts of Roosevelt High</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2480418/1/The-Ghosts-of-Roosevelt-High"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2008-02-25:story.2480418</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/600282/KC-Cooper'&gt;KC Cooper&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: T&lt;br&gt;General/Humor&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 10, Words: 17,766, Reviews: 22, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Mollie, Joe, Bob and Stella are sick and tired of being pushed around by the seniors. So what can they do? Make 'em squishie, freshman style!</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>KC Cooper</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/600282/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2008-08-18T13:00:04-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-08-18T13:00:04-08:00</updated>
  <title>Ella</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2527045/1/Ella"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2008-06-04:story.2527045</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/600282/KC-Cooper'&gt;KC Cooper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Play/'&gt;Play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Parody/Humor&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 3, Words: 5,329, Reviews: 0, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;When a teen is elected mayor of Holly Heights, aka Detroit, she turns the city on it's head and fixes multiple real-life problems. If you are in Detroit's Gov't, please read and consider all sugestions carefully. Rated T for language.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>KC Cooper</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/600282/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2008-02-26T15:37:13-08:00</published>
  <updated>2008-02-26T15:37:13-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Lost Christmas Carol</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2480857/1/The-Lost-Christmas-Carol"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2008-02-26:story.2480857</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/600282/KC-Cooper'&gt;KC Cooper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/General/'&gt;General&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K&lt;br&gt;General/Angst&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 1,318, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;I wrote this for an assignment last year. I imagined myself at my Grandma's age, telling my great-granddaughter a story about a past better than the present, like my Grandma tells me stories about how great life used to be. After writing this, I get it.</summary>
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