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 <title>FictionPress.com - Puer.Scriptor's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: Puer.Scriptor</subtitle>
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 <updated>2013-05-23T20:22:02-08:00</updated>
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  <author>
   <name>Puer.Scriptor</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/767094/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2013-05-23T13:26:39-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-05-23T13:26:39-08:00</updated>
  <title>Fallen</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3125491/1/Fallen"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2013-05-17:story.3125491</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/767094/Puer-Scriptor'&gt;Puer.Scriptor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Young-Adult/'&gt;Young Adult&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: M&lt;br&gt;Romance/Drama&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 4, Words: 8,994, Reviews: 5, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;M/M. As the small figurine of a dancing angel turned slowly to the familiar lullaby, Flynn Jones pictured Mr Wall, squirming and writhing beneath him as Flynn crushed his airways, his hands unrelenting around Mr Wall's throat. Once again, Flynn fell asleep satisfied that another night's work had been done in Adrian's name. But Adrian, he remembered, was never coming back.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Puer.Scriptor</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/767094/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-12-01T10:59:56-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-12-01T10:59:56-08:00</updated>
  <title>To Whomever This May Belong</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3079151/1/To-Whomever-This-May-Belong"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-12-01:story.3079151</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/767094/Puer-Scriptor'&gt;Puer.Scriptor&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/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 275, Reviews: 11, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;To whomever this may belong. You left your diary on the bus. I'm returning it to the address stated inside the front cover. Yours faithfully, Peter. P.S Your best friend's relationship sounds messy. She should probably leave him.</summary>
 </entry>
 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Puer.Scriptor</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/767094/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-11-09T13:45:32-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-11-09T13:45:32-08:00</updated>
  <title>Thoughts From a Shed II</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3050112/1/Thoughts-From-a-Shed-II"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-08-13:story.3050112</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/767094/Puer-Scriptor'&gt;Puer.Scriptor&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&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 50, Words: 10,288, Reviews: 83, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Sequel to the original Thoughts From a Shed...&quot;A good diary should be like a good husband - a constant companion, a source of inspiration and, ideally, bound in leather.&quot; Just an insight into my middle-class English life. Please review, because you know you love the English. After all, we invented Yorkshire puddings...COMPLETE!</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Puer.Scriptor</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/767094/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-10-27T16:09:38-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-10-27T16:09:38-08:00</updated>
  <title>Thoughts From a Shed</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3030877/1/Thoughts-From-a-Shed"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-06-10:story.3030877</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/767094/Puer-Scriptor'&gt;Puer.Scriptor&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: 50, Words: 10,632, Reviews: 77, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;&quot;A good diary should be like a good husband - a constant companion, a source of inspiration and, ideally, bound in leather.&quot; Just an insight into my middle-class English life. Read at your own peril and please review, because us English are wacky, zany and just downright awesome. CHECK OUT THOUGHTS FROM A SHED II!</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Puer.Scriptor</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/767094/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-08-17T07:14:37-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-08-17T07:14:37-08:00</updated>
  <title>Project Amy</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3036548/1/Project-Amy"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-06-27:story.3036548</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/767094/Puer-Scriptor'&gt;Puer.Scriptor&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;Friendship/Humor&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 19, Words: 62,244, Reviews: 51, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Contains M/M. Amy Leonard has a habit of sleeping with a guy and then sneaking away the next morning while they're still asleep. Guys following up has never been a problem, but when she lets her real name slip and Zach can't get her out of his mind, she has trouble on her hands. And he's not her only suitor...</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Puer.Scriptor</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/767094/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-01-26T12:16:18-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-01-26T12:16:18-08:00</updated>
  <title>Who's Ever Heard of Wanstead Anyway?</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2982758/1/Who-s-Ever-Heard-of-Wanstead-Anyway"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2011-12-26:story.2982758</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/767094/Puer-Scriptor'&gt;Puer.Scriptor&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/Angst&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 25, Words: 52,985, Reviews: 87, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;M/M. For Elliot Williams, living in a pokey flat in Wanstead with the unrequited love of his life, Adrian Carter - who barely registers Elliot's existence - with a good-for-nothing degree and student debt, things weren't looking too bright. Especially since all the wine's now gone from the fridge. Could things get any worse? Could they ever get any better?</summary>
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