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 <title>FictionPress.com - Everton Sidonie's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: Everton Sidonie</subtitle>
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  <author>
   <name>Everton Sidonie</name>
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  </author>
  <published>2012-10-29T06:30:19-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-10-29T06:30:19-08:00</updated>
  <title>Over Night</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-10-29:story.3069596</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/678025/Everton-Sidonie'&gt;Everton Sidonie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: M&lt;br&gt;Romance/Humor&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 2, Words: 895, Reviews: 0, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Amelia Summers was my best friend. It seemed like it would stay that way forever. But high school has a way of crushing idealistic notions like that.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Everton Sidonie</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/678025/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-04-07T22:59:54-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-04-07T22:59:54-08:00</updated>
  <title>Normal isn't fun</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2851509/1/Normal-isn-t-fun"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2010-09-28:story.2851509</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/678025/Everton-Sidonie'&gt;Everton Sidonie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Humor/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 15, Words: 31,457, Reviews: 92, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;“Emma, it’s a kissing booth. You have to actually kiss them.” “Joey I like you as much as anyone can like an anally attentive, obsessive compulsive, president of the planning committee but I refuse, wholeheartedly, to kiss Lucas Harvey.”</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Everton Sidonie</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/678025/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2010-10-01T03:59:10-08:00</published>
  <updated>2010-10-01T03:59:10-08:00</updated>
  <title>This Love</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2852067/1/This-Love"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2010-10-01:story.2852067</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/678025/Everton-Sidonie'&gt;Everton Sidonie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Romance/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 2,514, Reviews: 1, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;He, I noticed, was nothing like Alex. John didn’t rest his elbows on the table, leaning toward me completely enamoured with whatever butchered story I told. He wasn’t Alex and he wasn't who I wanted.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Everton Sidonie</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/678025/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2010-09-29T03:38:52-08:00</published>
  <updated>2010-09-29T03:38:52-08:00</updated>
  <title>Heaven can wait</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2851545/1/Heaven-can-wait"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2010-09-29:story.2851545</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/678025/Everton-Sidonie'&gt;Everton Sidonie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Romance/Hurt/Comfort&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 785, Reviews: 5, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;“Look at you; you’re getting sicker every day. You can barely sit up Sophie.” His voice dropped to a defeated whisper. “How can you be so optimistic? You’re dying and I’m here every day just watching you.”</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Everton Sidonie</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/678025/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2010-09-27T04:30:49-08:00</published>
  <updated>2010-09-27T04:30:49-08:00</updated>
  <title>No</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2851018/1/No"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2010-09-27:story.2851018</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/678025/Everton-Sidonie'&gt;Everton Sidonie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Drama/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 853, Reviews: 3, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;“I only wanted to know if you were all right!” He yelled, stopping her. She turned around, standing still in her place; some ten feet from him. “No!” She called back, nostrils flaring from the rage building in her core. “Is that what you wanted to hear?</summary>
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