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  <title>Signe de la coccinelle</title>
  <subtitle>Anne</subtitle>
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    <name>Anne</name>
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  <updated>2008-10-28T01:56:12Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:harlyn:2740</id>
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    <title>Forthrightly's Halloween Challenge</title>
    <published>2008-10-28T01:54:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-28T01:56:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class=""&gt;Submitted for Forthright&amp;rsquo;s Halloween Challenge.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;497 words.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They had nothing in common; it was amazingly bad luck.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sango was barricaded in the school auto-shop with three other students after the Halloween Dance had gone horribly wrong.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It figured that zombies would invade on Halloween, when it wasn&amp;rsquo;t immediately obvious that the bloodthirsty monsters were anything other than cleverly costumed teens.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not only had supposedly mythical cannibals ruined an otherwise lovely evening, but she&amp;rsquo;d been separated from her squad and thrown together with the most random combination of her classmates imaginable.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And Miroku was giving her the eye.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; she snapped at him.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nothing at all&amp;rdquo;, he replied beatifically.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He seemed to be content in mortal danger, so long as he got to ogle a cheerleader at the same time.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sango rolled her eyes again.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Once again she wished that instead of a fetishistic geek dressed as a &amp;ldquo;Warrior Monk&amp;rdquo; she had at least one member of her squad for back-up; they were a team, darn it. Together they could have found a way out of this mess.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;Guys, this isn&amp;rsquo;t the greatest time for flirting&amp;rdquo;, Inuyasha said brusquely.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sango silently snarked that he wasn&amp;rsquo;t one to talk.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In the initial melee he&amp;rsquo;d revealed a heroic streak (apparently the katana he&amp;rsquo;d worn with his costume was fully functional, which was a blatant violation of school policy).&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now sweet, preppy Kagome was hanging on his every word, and the slightly creepy loner had never looked happier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, we need to work together!&amp;rdquo; Kagome enthused.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;Assuming this isn&amp;rsquo;t an apocalypse , we need to figure out a way to get back to civilization before the government bombs the school to contain the plague!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;Assuming this&lt;i&gt; is&lt;/i&gt; an apocalypse, we need to prepare ourselves to repopulate the planet.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Gah!&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When had Miroku gotten so close?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sango instinctively trapped him in a joint lock.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tae-Kwan-Do black belt&amp;rdquo;, she informed him tersely, and watched with alarm as his smirk expanded.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Great, he was a Lara Croft fetishist, too.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, kids?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve got an idea.&amp;rdquo;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Inuyasha was grinning in a way she found vaguely disturbing, until he explained.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Then she was grinning, too.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Twenty minutes later, they had taken positions in a mostly functional automobile that had been someone&amp;rsquo;s final project in Shop.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kagome held the driver&amp;rsquo;s seat (she was the only one with a license), and Miroku and Inuyasha had taken shotgun and rearguard respectively.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sango was prepared to unbolt the barricaded door, and then hop into their non-traditional tank.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Inuyasha had wanted that role, but Sango&amp;rsquo;s athletic training and Pink Power Ranger armor gave her the greatest probability of injury-free success.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now that they&amp;rsquo;d gotten down to business Sango had to admit that their motley crew was exhibiting teamwork worthy of her cheer squad.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kagome offered up a shaky smile.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;You know, if we survive this, I think us four will be friends.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;To her own surprise, Sango agreed.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Life and death circumstances could bind the most unlikely of allies.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;Okay team&amp;rdquo;, she said in nervous anticipation.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;ldquo;Let&amp;rsquo;s roll.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:harlyn:2306</id>
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    <title>The End of Inuyasha!</title>
    <published>2008-06-20T05:35:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-20T05:35:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I found the last chapter of Inuyasha uploaded on someone's livejournal.&amp;nbsp; I've only read a few of the chapters *ahem* but that was really good!&lt;br /&gt;Great lines:&lt;br /&gt;"You're a toy."&lt;br /&gt;"Go slay the kitsune!"&lt;br /&gt;"He made a really mean face at me" (Kagome, on having called Sesshoumaru "older brother"!!!) "And Inuyasha, now you're doing it too!"&lt;br /&gt;Sooo sweeet!&amp;nbsp; If I could have picked an ending, this would have been more or less it.&amp;nbsp; (Question: Does Sango do anything other than make babies these days?)&lt;br /&gt;An interesting note: Rin is apparently *not* going to follow Sess around for the rest of her days.&amp;nbsp; Go figure, the girl wants a life.&amp;nbsp; Good for her!&amp;lt;/div&amp;gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:harlyn:2066</id>
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    <title>Craziness</title>
    <published>2008-06-19T02:59:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-19T02:59:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Bizarre situations at home lead to not writing much fanfiction.&amp;nbsp; I should get back to that...tonight?&amp;nbsp; Maybe.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:harlyn:1616</id>
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    <title>Challenge Responses Unsubmitted</title>
    <published>2008-06-05T23:51:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-05T23:51:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">If I *was* going to join Firsttweak and submit&amp;nbsp;an entry to the under-300-word challenge, prompt "Bell", this is what&amp;nbsp;I'd probably contribute.&amp;nbsp; But I won't for rather silly reasons.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If I can't post it here, where can I post it? :-P&amp;nbsp;Plus, this gives me an excuse to try out my Sango icon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, genre is romance/humor, wordcount is 300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"New moon nights used to be InuYasha’s least favorite time of the month.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;More recently, circumstances had changed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now he traveled with a group of warriors, all willing to defend him during his time of weakness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even so, his anxiety was ingrained by the force of habit; InuYasha might never sleep comfortably as a human, but his vigils were no longer solitary.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kagome would often willingly share new moon insomnia.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As time passed and the pair became more than friends, the solitude and darkness allowed them to shed inhibitions and explore what ‘more than friends’ could mean.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A kiss on the hand was a small step, and a peck on the cheek came naturally a month later.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, their first foray into proper kissing was halted in its tracks by the law of nature causing Shippo to investigate at inopportune moments.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Is he asleep yet?” Kagome whispered shortly after the kit had returned to bed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The dark shape beside her shrugged; she couldn’t see his face, but she knew he was blushing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“I guess there’s no reason we can’t try again tomorrow”, she offered wryly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“You’ll need to sleep, to make up for tonight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And Shippo’s…getting older.” InuYasha muttered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“What’s that mean?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“He’s kitsune.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He can mask his scent, and move quietly enough I can’t hear him.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Ouch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We could go to my house…”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But even the possibility of her mother walking in on them had her blushing, too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The next day Kagome returned through the well, bringing back a gift for Shippo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A “good luck charm”: a bell that had once belonged to Buyo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Its piercing chime ensured he would wear it; the kit gloried in loud noises.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;InuYasha found himself counting the days till the next new moon, which was rapidly becoming his favorite night of the month.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I'm very aware of a number of problems with this.&amp;nbsp; For one, totally implausible.&amp;nbsp; Shippo would only wear the bell when it suited him, not all the time.&amp;nbsp; For another, the excuses for confining make-out sessions to new moon nights were totally spurious.&amp;nbsp; I just liked the full-circle aspect of the first and last sentences.&amp;nbsp; I also liked making a point of InuYasha/Kagome first kiss not immediately leading to sex, like it does in so many fanfics.&amp;nbsp; And once again,&amp;nbsp;if I can't post it here, where can I post it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Bits and Pieces</title>
    <published>2008-06-05T23:42:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T03:33:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;First of all, I don't know where I got this icon, but it's gorgeous.&amp;nbsp; I probably stole someone's fanart; I hope I'm not breaking any rules.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just joined the IY Blind Community.&amp;nbsp; I have somewhat mixed feelings about this.&amp;nbsp; It was created with the intention of bringing less known writers to popular attention, and ensuring that voting isn't conducted based on popularity.&amp;nbsp; The second will likely be accomplished, but the first I truly doubt.&amp;nbsp; I think it will probably be the same approximate&amp;nbsp;set as those who write for FirstTweak, or IYFic, etc, which is fine, but I'm not sure I want to join such a niche group.&amp;nbsp; Then again, my aquisitive half thinks banners are pretty and *wants* one.&amp;nbsp; And is there anything really wrong with participating?&amp;nbsp; With having one's writing read? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea became irresistable when I read what had been written so far, and the comments.&amp;nbsp; People are guessing who wrote what, and as I'm virtually unknown and have actually written very little, I'd love to see who people guessed I was.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Also, comments are&amp;nbsp;including genuine, somewhat harsh criticism.&amp;nbsp; This is a major plus!&amp;nbsp; Something about the idea of honest-to-god concrit makes me jump up and down with excitement.&amp;nbsp; Of course, after I get some, I might feel differently.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to writing a 500 + word story from the idea I've got, and navigating the perils of submission and voting.&amp;nbsp; Not like I've got much else to do, this summer :-)</content>
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    <title>Second Entry!</title>
    <published>2008-05-22T04:24:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-22T04:33:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Testing a second userpic...just for fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Harlyn is pretty obviously not my real name.&amp;nbsp; I came up with it in middle school as a pseudonym, and when I created my fanfiction handle a year ago I didn't see a reason to change it.&amp;nbsp; I think I originally took it from Harley, the robot monkey in a science fiction novel.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, this is what Wikipedia has to say on "Harlyn".&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Harlyn&lt;/b&gt; is a small village in &lt;a title="Cornwall" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cornwall" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Cornwall&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="United Kingdom" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_Kingdom" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;United Kingdom&lt;/a&gt; situated by &lt;b&gt;Harlyn Bay&lt;/b&gt;. It is a popular holiday resort with a caravan park and &lt;a title="Public house" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_house" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;public house&lt;/a&gt;. Most houses in the village are let to holiday makers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;North-facing &lt;i&gt;Harlyn Bay&lt;/i&gt; is a popular destination for &lt;a title="Surfing" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surfing" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;surfers&lt;/a&gt; and has a Surf School.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harlyn is close to the town of &lt;a title="Padstow" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Padstow" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Padstow&lt;/a&gt; and approximately 1 mile from the village of &lt;a class="" title="St. Merryn" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Merryn" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;St. Merryn&lt;/a&gt;. To the east is the village and beach of &lt;a title="Trevone" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trevone" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Trevone&lt;/a&gt;, while to the west is Cataclew headland, followed by Mother Iveys Bay - home of the local lifeboat station - and Trevose Head. The bays at &lt;a title="Constantine Bay" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constantine_Bay" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Constantine Bay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Porthcothan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porthcothan" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Porthcothan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Treyarnon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treyarnon" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Treyarnon&lt;/a&gt; are also nearby, linked by the coastal path that runs across the beach and is covered at high tide. A short detour along the road can be used at these times to continue along the coast. There are several camp sites and hotels in the surrounding area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harlyn is a "low slope" beach, suitable for surfing beginners. The car parking is relatively cheap, and sometimes there is a donkey derby in the top field. As with other beaches in the area parties often happen here in the summer evenings after the pubs empty."&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>First Entry!</title>
    <published>2008-05-22T04:21:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-22T04:21:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm not sure how much I'll be using this journal.&amp;nbsp; We'll see :-)&amp;nbsp; This is mostly a test entry.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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