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 <title>FictionPress.com - LittleMissBlackbird's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: LittleMissBlackbird</subtitle>
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  <author>
   <name>LittleMissBlackbird</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/871008/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2013-04-22T18:41:59-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-04-22T18:41:59-08:00</updated>
  <title>Institute X</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-10-03:story.3062859</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/871008/LittleMissBlackbird'&gt;LittleMissBlackbird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Sci-Fi/'&gt;Sci-Fi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Sci-Fi/Fantasy&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 6, Words: 10,426, Reviews: 8, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;&quot;There is no strong. There is no weak. As the transparent gas fills each cavern of a room, they are all the same - a pathetic convulsion of limbs against the smooth floor.&quot; A psychotic noble who manipulates muscle movement, a cunning merchant whose left eye can turn you to stone and a deliquent with a fondness for explosives... These are the results of your experiment.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>LittleMissBlackbird</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/871008/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2013-04-04T19:59:37-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-04-04T19:59:37-08:00</updated>
  <title>Where does Eternity End?</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-09-18:story.3059335</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/871008/LittleMissBlackbird'&gt;LittleMissBlackbird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Fantasy/'&gt;Fantasy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Poetry/Fantasy&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 3, Words: 128, Reviews: 2, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;&quot;Or does eternity end somewhere between venomous shards of memory rewritten in inked sepia?&quot; A collection of short poems.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>LittleMissBlackbird</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/871008/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2013-02-12T00:37:09-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-02-12T00:37:09-08:00</updated>
  <title>A Week in the Life of Pinky Pinkleface</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3100333/1/A-Week-in-the-Life-of-Pinky-Pinkleface"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2013-02-12:story.3100333</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/871008/LittleMissBlackbird'&gt;LittleMissBlackbird&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: T&lt;br&gt;Parody/Drama&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 1,218, Reviews: 1, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;On Monday, Pinky Pinkleface released her hit single that was banned in various countries for over-exposure to the colour pink. On Tuesday she had a brief 'fling' with kung-fu superstar Teriyaki Ping-Ping - literally. On Wednesday she attempted suicide via gummy worm. On Friday, Pinky started the FRAUD diet. On Saturday her popularity plummeted and on Sunday she eloped with a Llama.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>LittleMissBlackbird</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/871008/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-11-25T22:59:05-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-11-25T22:59:05-08:00</updated>
  <title>Porcelain</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3077670/1/Porcelain"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-11-25:story.3077670</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/871008/LittleMissBlackbird'&gt;LittleMissBlackbird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Fantasy/'&gt;Fantasy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Angst/Friendship&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 1,357, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;&quot;They threw us here. The Porcelain.&quot; He pauses for an instant and his eyes linger on Hadrian's flawless skin, his delicate features, and his able right hand. &quot;People like you. People who deem us revolting, disgusting, inhuman.&quot; Porcelain are perfect. Everything less does not exist. Everyone less does not exist. And the mutilated chasm dwellers most certainly do not exist.</summary>
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