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 <title>FictionPress.com - Inbobniac's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: Inbobniac</subtitle>
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 <updated>2013-05-25T19:55:19-08:00</updated>
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  <author>
   <name>Inbobniac</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/682453/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2013-04-23T19:42:43-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-04-23T19:42:43-08:00</updated>
  <title>You Can Run</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-06-04:story.3029148</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/682453/Inbobniac'&gt;Inbobniac&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;Humor/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 18, Words: 76,074, Reviews: 100, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;I'm not rich, smart, or talented. I can't run a mile in under ten minutes, I can't pass Algebra II, and couldn't afford my last electric bill. My face is asexual, sometimes I hit my head on ceiling fans, and my hair is so unruly it once smothered a hamster to death. So how, pray tell, did I end up at an all boys boarding school with a suitcase where my boobs should be?</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Inbobniac</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/682453/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2013-04-09T19:30:44-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-04-09T19:30:44-08:00</updated>
  <title>Where the Road Leads</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2771763/1/Where-the-Road-Leads"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2010-02-04:story.2771763</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/682453/Inbobniac'&gt;Inbobniac&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: T&lt;br&gt;Romance/Supernatural&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 40, Words: 136,447, Reviews: 61, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;The man who killed my parents wants me dead, too. I wasn't aware of this until I realize that I'm not human and neither is my sister. The people I'm staying with hunt people like us down. I can't just leave; I owe them my life. I need answers. What now?</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Inbobniac</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/682453/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-10-15T18:54:50-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-10-15T18:54:50-08:00</updated>
  <title>Destined Fur More-DISCONTINUED</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2806395/1/Destined-Fur-More-DISCONTINUED"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2010-05-12:story.2806395</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/682453/Inbobniac'&gt;Inbobniac&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;Humor/Supernatural&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 37, Words: 99,725, Reviews: 215, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Overlooked my whole life, living in the shadow of my brother. I wasn't pretty. I wasn't smart. I loved food and was overall hostile. Maybe this is why no one bothered to tell me I was adopted? Let alone mythical creature?</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Inbobniac</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/682453/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-04-28T11:03:59-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-04-28T11:03:59-08:00</updated>
  <title>Into the Fire</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2709869/1/Into-the-Fire"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2009-08-16:story.2709869</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/682453/Inbobniac'&gt;Inbobniac&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: T&lt;br&gt;Fantasy/Adventure&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 18, Words: 61,478, Reviews: 63, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Since when did magic start existing? What out there was more corrupt than politics? How am I supposed to know how to deal with cocky princes, let alone lead strangers into battle? I was a farm girl. Who was I to think that I would ever change the world?</summary>
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