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  <author>
   <name>SilentProtagonist000</name>
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  <published>2013-02-20T15:23:12-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-02-20T15:23:12-08:00</updated>
  <title>Mora</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/843608/SilentProtagonist000'&gt;SilentProtagonist000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Horror/'&gt;Horror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Horror/Suspense&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 3,149, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;When I was a child, I used to play below a crabapple tree growing lush and beautiful in my front yard. Her wide branches protected me from harm, and though alone, I was safe. I always spoke to her, for she was very real to me. Though she never answered back, I knew she was listening. (Rated for thematic elements.)</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>SilentProtagonist000</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/843608/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-11-15T18:41:32-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-11-15T18:41:32-08:00</updated>
  <title>To Slaughter the Assassin</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-11-15:story.3074674</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/843608/SilentProtagonist000'&gt;SilentProtagonist000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Historical/'&gt;Historical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Angst/Suspense&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 6,221, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;OLDFIC. &quot;Hans... if I took this gun...&quot; She leveled the barrel evenly with the very center of my mentor's SS picture, a hitman planning the execution of her victim. &quot;... If I took this gun and killed him, would you be proud?&quot; World War II, Holocaust background.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>SilentProtagonist000</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/843608/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-09-03T14:51:30-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-09-03T14:51:30-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Embalmer's Girlfriend</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3055578/1/The-Embalmer-s-Girlfriend"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-09-03:story.3055578</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/843608/SilentProtagonist000'&gt;SilentProtagonist000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Horror/'&gt;Horror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Horror/Angst&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 874, Reviews: 1, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;The dead were his friends, as they are today, but she is still with him.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>SilentProtagonist000</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/843608/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-06-28T19:07:16-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-06-28T19:07:16-08:00</updated>
  <title>Splooie and Screamers</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3036993/1/Splooie-and-Screamers"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-06-28:story.3036993</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/843608/SilentProtagonist000'&gt;SilentProtagonist000&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: M&lt;br&gt;Romance/Drama&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 12, Words: 44,840, Reviews: 0, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;ON PERMANENT HIATUS. Everett Pages comes from a very abusive family and was doomed to a dangerous path, but watching the Cavaliers Drum and Bugle Corps changes everything for him. At eighteen, he joins the corps to play mellophone, but the drama of his hard-drinking, trumpet-playing buddy Brandon and his gay colorguard friend Ryan might be more than he can handle. Slight romance.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>SilentProtagonist000</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/843608/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-05-30T14:18:23-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-05-30T14:18:23-08:00</updated>
  <title>Dear Irene</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3027419/1/Dear-Irene"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-05-30:story.3027419</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/843608/SilentProtagonist000'&gt;SilentProtagonist000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Historical/'&gt;Historical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: M&lt;br&gt;Drama/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 7, Words: 14,081, Reviews: 1, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;It is 1943 in what is arguably regarded as the most evil place in world history––Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp. In this place full of death and injustice lurks a fervent Nazi doctor named Josef Mengele. Mengele is devoted to both his &quot;medical&quot; career and his family, but he will come to learn that he might have to choose between them. Old play.</summary>
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