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 <title>FictionPress.com - Viorela's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: Viorela</subtitle>
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  <author>
   <name>Viorela</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/857631/</uri>
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  <published>2013-01-31T13:53:48-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-01-31T13:53:48-08:00</updated>
  <title>Selene</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/857631/Viorela'&gt;Viorela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/General/'&gt;General&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Spanish, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Angst/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 364, Reviews: 1, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Ella hablaba con el lenguaje que surgía de su alma rota; de su espíritu encarcelado. Solo era una muchacha que quería ver la realidad; la perspectiva de una vida que aun no descubría.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Viorela</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/857631/</uri>
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  <published>2012-11-10T11:18:37-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-11-10T11:18:37-08:00</updated>
  <title>Colección de poemas casuales</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/857631/Viorela'&gt;Viorela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Fantasy/'&gt;Fantasy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Spanish, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Poetry/Mystery&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 57, Reviews: 1, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Tres poemas, o quizás mas, que subiré aleatoriamente. Primer poema: &quot;Cuarto maldito&quot;</summary>
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