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 <title>FictionPress.com - Swanlet's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: Swanlet</subtitle>
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  <author>
   <name>Swanlet</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/856225/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-09-02T18:58:33-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-09-02T18:58:33-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Sky and the Sea</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/856225/Swanlet'&gt;Swanlet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Kids/'&gt;Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Family/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 481, Reviews: 1, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Children and their parents have many different interesting conversations in the car, and sometimes they can take on a deep and philosophical turn. Currently just a one-shot of one such conversation between a little girl and her dad.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Swanlet</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/856225/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-09-01T18:27:46-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-09-01T18:27:46-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Intertwined Hour</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3055027/1/The-Intertwined-Hour"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-09-01:story.3055027</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/856225/Swanlet'&gt;Swanlet&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;Angst/Hurt/Comfort&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 1,078, Reviews: 2, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Vivian spends her day alone at school, and seems quite content with that. Then for one hour a boy decides to go sit down and talk with her, and in that one conversation they have he learns much about her, and maybe himself too. One-shot, rated T.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Swanlet</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/856225/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-09-01T18:10:38-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-09-01T18:10:38-08:00</updated>
  <title>Not One But Both of Us</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3055024/1/Not-One-But-Both-of-Us"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-09-01:story.3055024</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/856225/Swanlet'&gt;Swanlet&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/Friendship&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 591, Reviews: 2, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;It was a concept. An idea. Just three words, but it was still something new for her.  A one-shot of one best friend reflecting on their friendship. Rated K.</summary>
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