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 <title>FictionPress.com - chrysanth's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: chrysanth</subtitle>
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  <author>
   <name>chrysanth</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/873711/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2013-04-04T15:42:10-08:00</published>
  <updated>2013-04-04T15:42:10-08:00</updated>
  <title>0001-FRINGE</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3064736/1/0001-FRINGE"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-10-11:story.3064736</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/873711/chrysanth'&gt;chrysanth&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/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 3, Words: 12,657, Reviews: 5, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Nox, a 22 year-old hacker, found himself cast out of the city he was born and raised in and into the notorious area of backward laws and criminals outside the city borders, known by most as the Fringe. It is from the Fringe that he and his friends determine that they must get back into the city and take down the so-called &quot;flawless&quot; computer overlord, Pangaea. M/M Slash.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>chrysanth</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/873711/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-10-07T01:03:45-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-10-07T01:03:45-08:00</updated>
  <title>Atlas</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3063710/1/Atlas"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-10-07:story.3063710</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/873711/chrysanth'&gt;chrysanth&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: 164, Reviews: 1, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Just between you and me/ I think I'd like a map/ Tattooed across my shoulders/ Like the unique palm prints of your hands/ Imprinted on my heart</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>chrysanth</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/873711/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-10-04T00:43:38-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-10-04T00:43:38-08:00</updated>
  <title>Bioluminescence</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3062966/1/Bioluminescence"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-10-04:story.3062966</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/873711/chrysanth'&gt;chrysanth&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: K&lt;br&gt;General/Spiritual&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 4,009, Reviews: 3, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;I'm beginning to think that we've all fallen victim to the horribly overrated societal values for life, and if that wasn't irritating enough in itself, it all began with a dream of lightbulbs and smoke.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>chrysanth</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/873711/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-10-04T00:39:22-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-10-04T00:39:22-08:00</updated>
  <title>Biological Immortality</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3062965/1/Biological-Immortality"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-10-04:story.3062965</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/873711/chrysanth'&gt;chrysanth&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;Romance/Supernatural&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 708, Reviews: 1, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Against the backdrop of late 19th century England, a young Narcissus of an heir finds himself absolutely enamored with the idea of keeping boredom at bay using reconnaissance of the mysterious man just outside of town who, according to rumor, may or may not have been killed twice before, by two different men.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>chrysanth</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/873711/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-10-04T00:33:11-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-10-04T00:33:11-08:00</updated>
  <title>Endgame</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3062964/1/Endgame"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-10-04:story.3062964</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/873711/chrysanth'&gt;chrysanth&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;Drama/Horror&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 394, Reviews: 2, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;Lustren is not the type to ever be denied his passing whims, and this time is no different. Yesterday was a room filled entirely, from one wall to another, with candles-and today, it's Russian Roulette.</summary>
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