<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
 <author>
  <name>FictionPress.com</name>
  <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com</uri>
 </author>
 <title>FictionPress.com - Green the Musician's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: Green the Musician</subtitle>
 <link rel="self" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/atom/u/882889/"/>
 <updated>2013-06-18T00:31:08-08:00</updated>
 <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2013-06-18:/profile/882889/</id>
 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>Green the Musician</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/882889/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-11-18T00:30:29-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-11-18T00:30:29-08:00</updated>
  <title>Words From A Wise Man Long Dead</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3075303/1/Words-From-A-Wise-Man-Long-Dead"/>
  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2012-11-18:story.3075303</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/882889/Green-the-Musician'&gt;Green the Musician&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&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 614, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;After all, who are we to decide whose heart is to stop beating? Words from a teacher to a student, from a man that had to watch as the child that was never his walked down the wrong path. The ink has faded and the language is of times ancient, yet I all I wish is for you to learn and never make that one mistake.</summary>
 </entry>
</feed>
