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      <title>Story Archive by Arctic Puffin</title>
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      <description>all stories are made by yours truly (Jonathan Travis Sanders), I write in my free time and edit when I feel like it.
You can contact me @jtsanders70@gmail.com, or even my kik messaging service @psychfanatic01</description>
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      <pubDate>2014-06-03 02:08:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Two Cities - (edited 2016) made in 2014</title>
         <author>Ki_Wonderbutt</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>There once was 2 main cities, the city of redemption, wealth, power, and laws, the next one was a city full of thievery, murder, and crime. the wealthy city took its land and built walls around it so the city of crime wouldn't get in.<b> The thieves that ran however, did not like this</b>. One day they decided enough was enough, being in a land with no justice or actual peace was too much to think of. To put a sense of realism in, they <b>tore</b> <b>down the walls,</b> committing crimes all around the city, causing <b>chaos</b> everywhere they could get to. Eventually it got to the point where a war started and the city of redemption started attacking the thieves, their leader swearing on his own life that he'd kill them all... and the thieves returned that favor, what started from chaos in the streets by crime quickly turned into a big blood bath of good and evil. By the end of the day... the thieves had won their original goal... the city of redemption was turned into <b>dust and rubble</b>, and the cities possible survivors, will <b>never see the light of day</b> ever again. </p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2014-06-03 02:17:58 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Another Day - (Edited 2016)</title>
         <author>Ki_Wonderbutt</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Ki_Wonderbutt/ready/wish/55083879</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 13px;">I quickly tap my foot trying to pass by the time of the slow school day, only two thoughts going through my head: home and to get out of there as quickly as possible</span><span style="font-size: 13px;">. I look to the 3 people who push me around on a daily basis, and</span><span style="font-size: 13px;"> they look at me wickedly and flash a knife at me. Not the type of thing to be doing in a class but why would the teacher believe me? I’m “insane”. Then the school bell rings, as everyone rushes to get their things and leave as quickly as possible. I, on the other hand, end up moving slowly and keep my head down, picking up my things and walking into the school hallway. I head straight to the door before hearing a familiar voice,</span></p><p>“Miss me?” </p><p>That was my cue to run. So I did. I ran out the doors of the school and down the sidewalk of the school district, the people of course were chasing quickly after. I quickly thought of ways to get away, also managing to focus on running, then I took a straight turn left when they just happened not to be looking - Lucky me. My running turns more into jogging, and then walking as I finally slow down. I sigh softly in relief and keep going. The alley lead to the outskirts of town, to big open green fields of grass. I jumped the gate to outskirts and walked out to the middle of the field. Something about this field was oddly peaceful to me, as if it was smiling back brightly saying.</p><p>'Hello there..! Come relax!'</p><p>A few minutes later I end up laying into the deep green grass of the empty field, gazing up at the sky and watching the clouds go by quietly, then fall asleep. When I woke up I slowly opened my eyes to look around, a bit curious to my surroundings, I see a couple people jump the fence and ride their bikes down the long lone road nearby. However there was one boy who hesitated and looked back just slightly with an odd smirk before riding off, but I just shrugged it off and went back to gazing. I felt a sharp pain in my chest though it hasn’t started to bother me until now, slowly getting more painful after each passing second. My breathe slows as I realize "it's so cold too", especially on a warm day like this. I found it odd, maybe just catching a fever. I sigh and get up, looking around a bit before I realize that the sharp pain was gone; but my breathe wasn’t. Startled by this I start to walk back before looking down at my dead body, a knife sticking out of my bleeding chest and my cold blue eyes staring up at the sky. And just like what anyone else would do, I dropped to my knees and screamed, cried, and punched at the ground, louder than anyone could hear. </p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2015-03-26 20:25:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Welcome to my story archive</title>
         <author>Ki_Wonderbutt</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Ki_Wonderbutt/ready/wish/55084497</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>All stories are by Jonathan T. Sanders so give credit where credit is due!! </p><p>Some are constantly updated to be made even better than before, so check in when you want.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2015-03-26 20:31:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Free - 2015</title>
         <author>Ki_Wonderbutt</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Ki_Wonderbutt/ready/wish/55084659</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p><span>Am I free yet? Free as the birds flying by or free as the wind blowing whichever way they want to? The real free where I get to do what I want and not get punished for stupid mistakes, not being lied to anymore about stupid rules, or where being controlled is non-existent? Are we all truly free? Or did the meaning change over the years? Is there a new kind that’s defined as the world digging into your skin with all the hatred it has because of those mistakes, where you're not “normal” and it’s not okay, a free where hatred is a requirement, and great deep emotions that seem musical almost are completely lost in the ages and stands along with the old arts. </span></p>Is freedom any different? Is freedom actually an option or just a lost metaphor? Something people wish upon to have the natural rights as a human being and the path to happiness? Or is it all together fake? Would the world dip into chaos and destruction if there was no form of leadership, and the short existence of humanity; would it be gone? Is true freedom just a goal to work to or fake altogether? Is that really all it is? A goal to work to; because it can’t be accomplished by simple means or almost any means at all? And if that’s the case, how much more trouble would civilization have to go through to reach real freedom? And to think that being free was so simple, how could anyone be blind and accept a lie? Especially enough to not even question it?]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2015-03-26 20:32:54 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>~ Little Birds - (Edited 2016 - 1/12)</title>
         <author>Ki_Wonderbutt</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Ki_Wonderbutt/ready/wish/89015856</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>As I lay down in the grass, near a tall tree - I pay attention to the sounds of my surroundings, finding it seemingly hard to nap. The thoughts in my head cause some critical thinking and questions arise, and I ask "But why?" Some find it hard to nap around small birds chirping - and little kids playing, sounding like they're genuinely happy and having a good time. But that isn't quite the problem. I sit up, open my eyes, and find myself on the porch patio in front of a beach during the evening, I close my eyes again, and in return the waves rock me back and forth to sleep, with an eery sense of peacefulness. But somehow, even with closed eyes, I still find myself not being able to sleep. I lay back down and open my eyes to find myself in a warm place, wrapped by a lovers comfort with the gentle whistles of the wind, as we lay in a hammock of some sort that we built between two trees in the backyard of a particularly large house, but still I find it hard to sleep. At last I sit back up at my workplace, my boss yelling directly at me "Get to work!" As angry as he sounded, I roll my eyes rudely anyway and look back to my desk, start filing papers 30 through 100 - and as he leaves, angrily mumbling to myself, I fall onto my desk, quickly dozing off back into a dream.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-01-13 00:05:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Writing Samples: Short things I wrote (May 2016)</title>
         <author>Ki_Wonderbutt</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Ki_Wonderbutt/ready/wish/110820331</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>1: One time, late during a warm summer's night, I threw pebbles at a girl’s window. More specifically, my girl’s window. And as much as she loved romance, she didn’t love the pebble that flew at her face, especially by my hand. Maybe this romance stuff isn’t cut out for me… <br><br>2: Today, I thought of jumping out of my currently moving car into open traffic. I’ve never really thought of death until now, and how quickly it would’ve come if I did do so. And then I thought to myself “I’m able to kill myself now if I wanted, and since our creator doesn’t want us to do that, that would mean I have free will.” So I proceeded to open the door and close it again as I was moving slowly in traffic. The thought of free will, gave me happiness, knowing I wasn’t another machine assigned to everything in a set of events, gave me happiness. For the rest of the day, I was filled with the joy of these newfound thoughts.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-05-13 17:42:07 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>New story soon: Bad Decisions</title>
         <author>Ki_Wonderbutt</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/Ki_Wonderbutt/ready/wish/111161449</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>"As I look into the sky, I wonder if you''ll come back, whether it be from heaven, or from the house next door. I refuse to believe that I did what I did to make you leave..."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-05-17 04:38:03 UTC</pubDate>
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