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 <title>FictionPress.com - axmly's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: axmly</subtitle>
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 <updated>2013-06-20T00:48:38-08:00</updated>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>axmly</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/816598/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2013-01-30T18:08:30-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-01-30T18:08:30-08:00</updated>
  <title>Sobs of the Heavens</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3096887/1/Sobs-of-the-Heavens"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2013-01-30:story.3096887</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/816598/axmly'&gt;axmly&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: T&lt;br&gt;Drama/Tragedy&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 590, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;A man stands on the cobblestone corner, waiting, but for what, he doesn't know... until the tragic tale of his life comes rushing back to him in bright painful flashes, and he remains stuck in a state of purgatory... just waiting for it all to end.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>axmly</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/816598/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2013-01-28T17:14:42-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-01-28T17:14:42-08:00</updated>
  <title>Aubrey Kasey</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3095404/1/Aubrey-Kasey"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2013-01-25:story.3095404</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/816598/axmly'&gt;axmly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Thriller/'&gt;Thriller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Suspense/Drama&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 2, Words: 9,090, Reviews: 1, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;A failed author uses recent nightmares as inspiration for what turns out to be a best selling series of books. But the nightmares, they don't just seem to be a figment of his imagination anymore, and they aren't liking the fact that he stole their work... A three part story.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>axmly</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/816598/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2013-01-23T12:06:48-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-01-23T12:06:48-08:00</updated>
  <title>Draven Bells Necromancer (Dead men do tell tales)</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3094669/1/Draven-Bells-Necromancer-Dead-men-do-tell-tales"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2013-01-23:story.3094669</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/816598/axmly'&gt;axmly&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;Supernatural/Fantasy&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 2, Words: 8,240, Reviews: 0, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Draven Bells is one of the few necromancers with a soul, meaning he is fully aware of the evil that looms inside him. Everyday he must fight financial battles, love battles, and, of course, trying to suppress the uprising darkness that threatens to erupt like a time bomb that could kill everyone he looks at. But, no big deal, right?</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>axmly</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/816598/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2013-01-17T09:14:54-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-01-17T09:14:54-08:00</updated>
  <title>What a match, I'm half doomed and you're semi-sweet (If I were a poet)</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3092821/1/What-a-match-I-m-half-doomed-and-you-re-semi-sweet-If-I-were-a-poet"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2013-01-17:story.3092821</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/816598/axmly'&gt;axmly&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: K&lt;br&gt;Poetry/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 374, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;A love poem about what I would do if I were a poet, because just writing rhyming lines doesn't make you one. R&amp;R, if you feel so inclined.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>axmly</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/816598/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-01-03T19:43:40-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-01-03T19:43:40-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Script</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2985317/1/The-Script"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-01-03:story.2985317</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/816598/axmly'&gt;axmly&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;Romance/Tragedy&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 2,177, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;&quot;We are circus freaks. Every being, every poor soul walking up and down the gloomy street are on display, and we are all in character, ready for the show to begin, to dazzle and show off all our work. Ready for the curtains to open...&quot; Review, please.</summary>
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