<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999</id><updated>2011-12-18T08:18:50.205+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction...</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my world of fiction...

it all flows from my imagination...

but it is tied up in reality...

Please get to know and love my characters...

Care about what happens...

Get caught up in the storyline...

And have fun guessing what is reality and what is merely fiction...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-2474954627294376700</id><published>2010-01-24T21:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:37:31.579+11:00</updated><title type='text'>015 - Zoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1winLke8qI/AAAAAAAAAtI/WZnDZUFGySE/s1600-h/Zoe+-+wasZara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430253307218031266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1winLke8qI/AAAAAAAAAtI/WZnDZUFGySE/s320/Zoe+-+wasZara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one way I enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know who I am anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Is that a good or bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-2474954627294376700?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2474954627294376700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=2474954627294376700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2474954627294376700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2474954627294376700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/015-zoe.html' title='015 - Zoe'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1winLke8qI/AAAAAAAAAtI/WZnDZUFGySE/s72-c/Zoe+-+wasZara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-3098041393771205721</id><published>2010-01-24T21:14:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:20:57.042+11:00</updated><title type='text'>015 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wd0lTqqvI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ZnEXi8ITgLs/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430248039906978546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wd0lTqqvI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ZnEXi8ITgLs/s320/Eliza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ben. I miss him every day.&lt;br /&gt;When he died I thought I'd never feel happiness again.&lt;br /&gt;The blackness on that day when I tried to kill myself was suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But James.&lt;br /&gt;He's not Ben. He's totally different.&lt;br /&gt;But I love him.&lt;br /&gt;I never want him to leave my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he'll have to say it first.&lt;br /&gt;Can't be too vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love leaves you open for such pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-3098041393771205721?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3098041393771205721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=3098041393771205721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3098041393771205721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3098041393771205721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/015-eliza.html' title='015 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wd0lTqqvI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ZnEXi8ITgLs/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-6302926577707481866</id><published>2010-01-24T21:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:14:54.569+11:00</updated><title type='text'>015 - Mark &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wdV5rv2MI/AAAAAAAAAs4/4_6IQJO3Tlw/s1600-h/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430247512800745666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wdV5rv2MI/AAAAAAAAAs4/4_6IQJO3Tlw/s320/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna's mum took ill this week, so she flew home to see her.&lt;br /&gt;She's been gone almost a week.&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgotten what life was like without her here.&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad. But I want her home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-6302926577707481866?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6302926577707481866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=6302926577707481866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/6302926577707481866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/6302926577707481866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/015-mark-anna.html' title='015 - Mark &amp; Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wdV5rv2MI/AAAAAAAAAs4/4_6IQJO3Tlw/s72-c/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7117356042813826424</id><published>2010-01-24T21:11:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:12:36.453+11:00</updated><title type='text'>015 - Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wc3o-7itI/AAAAAAAAAsw/93-hHo1FMvA/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430246992921725650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wc3o-7itI/AAAAAAAAAsw/93-hHo1FMvA/s320/Andrew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to move.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get away from this.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on in this way any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7117356042813826424?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7117356042813826424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7117356042813826424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7117356042813826424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7117356042813826424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/015-andrew.html' title='015 - Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wc3o-7itI/AAAAAAAAAsw/93-hHo1FMvA/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-1962603281834903957</id><published>2010-01-24T21:08:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:10:57.996+11:00</updated><title type='text'>015 - Cody &amp; Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wci9jyLRI/AAAAAAAAAso/GRmu2w1j8g0/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430246637667757330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wci9jyLRI/AAAAAAAAAso/GRmu2w1j8g0/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just miss him. Why won't they let me see him?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-1962603281834903957?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1962603281834903957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=1962603281834903957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/1962603281834903957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/1962603281834903957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/015-cody-sarah.html' title='015 - Cody &amp; Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wci9jyLRI/AAAAAAAAAso/GRmu2w1j8g0/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-9069888706038329530</id><published>2010-01-24T21:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:08:43.546+11:00</updated><title type='text'>015 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wbsVBENkI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LZDgUmu0-c8/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430245699071784514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wbsVBENkI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LZDgUmu0-c8/s320/Giselle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't fathom the concept of destroying this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But slowly, somewhere, they became cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did it for him.&lt;br /&gt;I loved him.&lt;br /&gt;I loved him more than life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-9069888706038329530?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/9069888706038329530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=9069888706038329530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/9069888706038329530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/9069888706038329530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2010/01/015-giselle.html' title='015 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/S1wbsVBENkI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LZDgUmu0-c8/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-3461743970371365304</id><published>2009-12-08T22:41:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:44:03.027+11:00</updated><title type='text'>014 - Zoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx47hWPFQ5I/AAAAAAAAAjI/3n1oRAis2Ag/s1600-h/Zoe+-+wasZara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412829246236476306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx47hWPFQ5I/AAAAAAAAAjI/3n1oRAis2Ag/s320/Zoe+-+wasZara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some nights I put on my favourite earrings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My reddest shoes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And dance until I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other nights I sit on the couch in my underwear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrapped in a thin blanket,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading until I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try on hobbies as though they were clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Which should I add to my collection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-3461743970371365304?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3461743970371365304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=3461743970371365304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3461743970371365304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3461743970371365304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/014-zoe.html' title='014 - Zoe'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx47hWPFQ5I/AAAAAAAAAjI/3n1oRAis2Ag/s72-c/Zoe+-+wasZara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5307644495922571139</id><published>2009-12-08T22:38:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:41:13.816+11:00</updated><title type='text'>014 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx464ddGEcI/AAAAAAAAAjA/8MfyjAquKCA/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412828543799660994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx464ddGEcI/AAAAAAAAAjA/8MfyjAquKCA/s320/Eliza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My phone rang, and I answered it casually.&lt;br /&gt;It was, unexpectedly, him.&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain how that made me feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spoke until 3am, when I fell asleep, against my will.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5307644495922571139?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5307644495922571139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5307644495922571139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5307644495922571139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5307644495922571139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/014-eliza.html' title='014 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx464ddGEcI/AAAAAAAAAjA/8MfyjAquKCA/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-920327405750586127</id><published>2009-12-08T22:36:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:38:32.530+11:00</updated><title type='text'>014 - Mark &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx46VNVvobI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jjZTlvc0KOE/s1600-h/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412827938178441650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx46VNVvobI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jjZTlvc0KOE/s320/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we both called in sick to our jobs.&lt;br /&gt;We got into the car, and drove until we ran out of petrol.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where we are, but it's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;She is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-920327405750586127?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/920327405750586127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=920327405750586127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/920327405750586127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/920327405750586127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/014-mark-anna.html' title='014 - Mark &amp; Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx46VNVvobI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jjZTlvc0KOE/s72-c/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5361635109308282252</id><published>2009-12-08T22:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:36:25.240+11:00</updated><title type='text'>014 - Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx46DGQyegI/AAAAAAAAAiw/LcZ6N7GB22M/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412827627040963074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx46DGQyegI/AAAAAAAAAiw/LcZ6N7GB22M/s320/Andrew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my work take her from me?&lt;br /&gt;Or did she take me from my work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5361635109308282252?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5361635109308282252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5361635109308282252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5361635109308282252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5361635109308282252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/014-andrew.html' title='014 - Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx46DGQyegI/AAAAAAAAAiw/LcZ6N7GB22M/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7567608631599555510</id><published>2009-12-08T22:32:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:35:08.651+11:00</updated><title type='text'>014 - Cody &amp; Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx45nmua4NI/AAAAAAAAAio/fpXNEn_FLiM/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412827154718843090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx45nmua4NI/AAAAAAAAAio/fpXNEn_FLiM/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really miss Cody, but I hope he's having fun.&lt;br /&gt;I asked mum when he was coming back but she wouldn't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;It must be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he comes home before my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;We're going to build a fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7567608631599555510?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7567608631599555510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7567608631599555510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7567608631599555510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7567608631599555510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/014-cody-sarah.html' title='014 - Cody &amp; Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx45nmua4NI/AAAAAAAAAio/fpXNEn_FLiM/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7965238153799092878</id><published>2009-12-08T22:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:32:49.288+11:00</updated><title type='text'>014 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx44-x7z0NI/AAAAAAAAAig/KzLJTOnSKt0/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412826453353156818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx44-x7z0NI/AAAAAAAAAig/KzLJTOnSKt0/s320/Giselle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His expectations crushed me,&lt;br /&gt;His suggestions disgusted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what point did that change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disgust myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7965238153799092878?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7965238153799092878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7965238153799092878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7965238153799092878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7965238153799092878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/014-giselle.html' title='014 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sx44-x7z0NI/AAAAAAAAAig/KzLJTOnSKt0/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-2305075358416138631</id><published>2009-12-07T21:57:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:02:19.604+11:00</updated><title type='text'>013 - Zoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxzfq5aRygI/AAAAAAAAAh0/byyQz45ZkyM/s1600-h/Zoe+-+wasZara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412446780251032066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxzfq5aRygI/AAAAAAAAAh0/byyQz45ZkyM/s320/Zoe+-+wasZara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite newly-found quotation is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'As a general rule,' said Holmes,'the more bizzarre a thing is, the less mysterious it proves to be.'" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's 'The Red-Headed League'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...do I want to prove mysterious?&lt;br /&gt;Or do I want to appear far from the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-2305075358416138631?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2305075358416138631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=2305075358416138631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2305075358416138631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2305075358416138631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/013-zoe.html' title='013 - Zoe'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxzfq5aRygI/AAAAAAAAAh0/byyQz45ZkyM/s72-c/Zoe+-+wasZara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-4153106130554159292</id><published>2009-12-07T21:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:56:59.075+11:00</updated><title type='text'>013 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxze31PhMpI/AAAAAAAAAhs/v67mLGgxjE4/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412445902958834322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxze31PhMpI/AAAAAAAAAhs/v67mLGgxjE4/s320/Eliza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so we lay in the park.&lt;br /&gt;We talked for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I've known him forever.&lt;br /&gt;He understands me more than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...more than anyone who is still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He traces my scars and tells me it's okay to be sad,&lt;br /&gt;And I realise that in time I could love this man.&lt;br /&gt;What a scary thing to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-4153106130554159292?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4153106130554159292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=4153106130554159292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4153106130554159292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4153106130554159292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/013-eliza.html' title='013 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxze31PhMpI/AAAAAAAAAhs/v67mLGgxjE4/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-8555301404138501752</id><published>2009-12-07T21:49:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:53:35.141+11:00</updated><title type='text'>013 - Mark &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxzd93eiiwI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2ZUq6FBFhJs/s1600-h/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412444907126295298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxzd93eiiwI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2ZUq6FBFhJs/s320/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Anna...you can never go anywhere. Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mark. I love you. I'm not going anywhere."&lt;br /&gt;"Promise me."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need to. I'm not going anywhere."&lt;br /&gt;"You better not. It hurts too much. I'll die."&lt;br /&gt;"I love you Mark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell her I love her back, but those words aren't big enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-8555301404138501752?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8555301404138501752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=8555301404138501752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/8555301404138501752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/8555301404138501752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/013-mark-anna.html' title='013 - Mark &amp; Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxzd93eiiwI/AAAAAAAAAhk/2ZUq6FBFhJs/s72-c/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-2689122749149407431</id><published>2009-12-07T21:47:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:49:23.210+11:00</updated><title type='text'>013 - Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*language*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzdaoJtrfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UDHHIxQDxnc/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412444301716991474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzdaoJtrfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UDHHIxQDxnc/s320/Andrew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How the hell did I let her leave.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-2689122749149407431?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2689122749149407431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=2689122749149407431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2689122749149407431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2689122749149407431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/013-andrew.html' title='013 - Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzdaoJtrfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/UDHHIxQDxnc/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5223148769572389616</id><published>2009-12-07T21:40:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:47:23.371+11:00</updated><title type='text'>013 - Cody &amp; Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxzb76p4-8I/AAAAAAAAAhU/kgZsr-UYSqU/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412442674596215746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxzb76p4-8I/AAAAAAAAAhU/kgZsr-UYSqU/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I understand now. Mum should have just told me the truth in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody's on holidays in Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;I miss him, but I'm not too jealous. She could have told me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see him when he comes home!&lt;br /&gt;He's going to have great stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5223148769572389616?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5223148769572389616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5223148769572389616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5223148769572389616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5223148769572389616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/013-cody-sarah.html' title='013 - Cody &amp; Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxzb76p4-8I/AAAAAAAAAhU/kgZsr-UYSqU/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-1050909078764386520</id><published>2009-12-07T21:36:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:40:50.834+11:00</updated><title type='text'>013 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxza9VzVanI/AAAAAAAAAhM/EHyPzhQtR6I/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412441599551826546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxza9VzVanI/AAAAAAAAAhM/EHyPzhQtR6I/s320/Giselle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love in his eyes vanished and there flashed moments of disbelief, anger, fear and relief in less than a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into his eyes, waiting to hear what the words he chose would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How soon can you get rid of it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up, and ran away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-1050909078764386520?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1050909078764386520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=1050909078764386520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/1050909078764386520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/1050909078764386520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/013-giselle.html' title='013 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/Sxza9VzVanI/AAAAAAAAAhM/EHyPzhQtR6I/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-2317174990684666289</id><published>2009-12-07T21:27:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:31:11.030+11:00</updated><title type='text'>012 - Zoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzYqX9vgCI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5E8A_Q9pSy0/s1600-h/Zoe+-+wasZara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412439074691579938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzYqX9vgCI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5E8A_Q9pSy0/s320/Zoe+-+wasZara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work in a bookshop now.&lt;br /&gt;It's small, and sells books that seem to have had another life.&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters in books inspire this new person I am becoming.&lt;br /&gt;I have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am becoming?&lt;br /&gt;Have become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-2317174990684666289?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2317174990684666289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=2317174990684666289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2317174990684666289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2317174990684666289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/012-zoe.html' title='012 - Zoe'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzYqX9vgCI/AAAAAAAAAhE/5E8A_Q9pSy0/s72-c/Zoe+-+wasZara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-4401967273751453702</id><published>2009-12-07T21:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:26:03.016+11:00</updated><title type='text'>012 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzWb2d6Q1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/1gAF4N_8T2s/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412436626158273362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzWb2d6Q1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/1gAF4N_8T2s/s320/Eliza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eliza. I'm so glad you met me here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire sky seemed to take on a tinge of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in these moments, though, my past life...my long-dead fiance...dances through my mind, and sadness clouds the edges of my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;I am...both at once.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm normal. (I hope?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-4401967273751453702?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4401967273751453702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=4401967273751453702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4401967273751453702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4401967273751453702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/012-eliza.html' title='012 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzWb2d6Q1I/AAAAAAAAAg8/1gAF4N_8T2s/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-4533870279722854292</id><published>2009-12-07T20:58:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:17:35.232+11:00</updated><title type='text'>012 - Mark &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzSBzMQJ4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/ATpJTKbfUHY/s1600-h/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412431780555794306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzSBzMQJ4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/ATpJTKbfUHY/s320/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I dreamed that she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt such heartache and pain. I can't even describe the sorrow. I wanted to die. These words don't even partially explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so convinced that it was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sobbing in my sleep, when I felt the world literally shake around me.&lt;br /&gt;Anna was trying to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;Tears stained her own eyes with concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her and sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;Tears of relief.&lt;br /&gt;Tears of the left over heartache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-4533870279722854292?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4533870279722854292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=4533870279722854292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4533870279722854292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4533870279722854292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/012-mark-anna.html' title='012 - Mark &amp; Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzSBzMQJ4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/ATpJTKbfUHY/s72-c/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-3342026662829632868</id><published>2009-12-07T20:55:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:58:44.040+11:00</updated><title type='text'>012 - Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzRJXG3X3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/BbOB1eVZUjc/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412430810944331634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzRJXG3X3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/BbOB1eVZUjc/s320/Andrew.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the ATM I saw that my funds had dipped below the all important figure.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I could live off this for awhile longer...&lt;br /&gt;But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know money doesn't matter in the long run,&lt;br /&gt;But it mattered enough for me to break down in the middle of the street.&lt;br /&gt;Aching for all I have lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-3342026662829632868?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3342026662829632868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=3342026662829632868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3342026662829632868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3342026662829632868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/012-andrew.html' title='012 - Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzRJXG3X3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/BbOB1eVZUjc/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5911532671421372918</id><published>2009-12-07T20:53:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:55:07.961+11:00</updated><title type='text'>012 - Cody &amp; Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzQr6l-1eI/AAAAAAAAAgk/GzhgkjZmyAw/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412430305074009570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzQr6l-1eI/AAAAAAAAAgk/GzhgkjZmyAw/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum told me today that Cody isn't going to come home again.&lt;br /&gt;She cried a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to Cody about this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5911532671421372918?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5911532671421372918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5911532671421372918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5911532671421372918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5911532671421372918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/012-cody-sarah.html' title='012 - Cody &amp; Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzQr6l-1eI/AAAAAAAAAgk/GzhgkjZmyAw/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-6418571303853136062</id><published>2009-12-07T20:46:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:52:54.000+11:00</updated><title type='text'>012 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzQAYzwzyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/UMH6xbkYU-k/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412429557270630178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzQAYzwzyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/UMH6xbkYU-k/s320/Giselle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life would change, because I was to bear a child.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-6418571303853136062?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6418571303853136062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=6418571303853136062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/6418571303853136062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/6418571303853136062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/12/012-giselle.html' title='012 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SxzQAYzwzyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/UMH6xbkYU-k/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7820941593035542087</id><published>2009-07-15T00:46:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:49:49.168+10:00</updated><title type='text'>011 - Zoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyabwZbpTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/p3n9Tc9HIso/s1600-h/Zoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358327458302764338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyabwZbpTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/p3n9Tc9HIso/s320/Zoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zoe. The new me.&lt;br /&gt;I could be anybody I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my new best friend this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex.&lt;br /&gt;She makes me feel like Zoe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing she doesn't know that other person...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zara...&lt;br /&gt;Helps me forget about her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7820941593035542087?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7820941593035542087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7820941593035542087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7820941593035542087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7820941593035542087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/011-zoe.html' title='011 - Zoe'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyabwZbpTI/AAAAAAAAAdY/p3n9Tc9HIso/s72-c/Zoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-3899243459185882910</id><published>2009-07-15T00:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:46:10.847+10:00</updated><title type='text'>011 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyZ4H4SwXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/q1rEY09YpvI/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358326846130930034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyZ4H4SwXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/q1rEY09YpvI/s320/Eliza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.50pm. Sitting by the lake.&lt;br /&gt;My heart pounding.&lt;br /&gt;Will he show up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick up a daisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me.&lt;br /&gt;He loves me not.&lt;br /&gt;He loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves me not.&lt;br /&gt;He loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves me not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-3899243459185882910?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3899243459185882910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=3899243459185882910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3899243459185882910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3899243459185882910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/011-eliza.html' title='011 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyZ4H4SwXI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/q1rEY09YpvI/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-896488468234458547</id><published>2009-07-15T00:42:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:44:04.301+10:00</updated><title type='text'>011 - Mark &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyZYpdmKkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/OXYZr7aw_w4/s1600-h/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358326305389947458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyZYpdmKkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/OXYZr7aw_w4/s320/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could be a model, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;There could be nobody more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many photos of the two of us,&lt;br /&gt;And she lights up every one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-896488468234458547?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/896488468234458547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=896488468234458547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/896488468234458547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/896488468234458547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/011-mark-anna.html' title='011 - Mark &amp; Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyZYpdmKkI/AAAAAAAAAdI/OXYZr7aw_w4/s72-c/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-4749688023441055967</id><published>2009-07-15T00:39:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:42:00.064+10:00</updated><title type='text'>011 - Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyYwkqYwuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NZ9eDfQmjY4/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358325616906650338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyYwkqYwuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NZ9eDfQmjY4/s320/Andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up, disoriented. It was 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing to be done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to the pub.&lt;br /&gt;As the liquor washed over me,&lt;br /&gt;The pool of memory became hazier and hazier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drunk in the blissful forgetting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 12 hours previous I never thought I would laugh again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-4749688023441055967?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4749688023441055967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=4749688023441055967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4749688023441055967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4749688023441055967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/011-andrew.html' title='011 - Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyYwkqYwuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/NZ9eDfQmjY4/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7063409962300578411</id><published>2009-07-15T00:37:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:39:30.713+10:00</updated><title type='text'>011 - Cody &amp; Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyYYuMn-ZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/C5y5_HaQQTs/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358325207149312402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyYYuMn-ZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/C5y5_HaQQTs/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I drew a picture of bird, flying through the air.&lt;br /&gt;I called it Cody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't wait to show it to him!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7063409962300578411?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7063409962300578411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7063409962300578411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7063409962300578411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7063409962300578411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/011-cody-sarah.html' title='011 - Cody &amp; Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyYYuMn-ZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/C5y5_HaQQTs/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-6893644673012691469</id><published>2009-07-15T00:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:37:47.281+10:00</updated><title type='text'>011 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyYFBWrnaI/AAAAAAAAAcw/japcpwLL7Ek/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358324868694384034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyYFBWrnaI/AAAAAAAAAcw/japcpwLL7Ek/s320/Giselle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strip turned pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tears rolled down my cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-6893644673012691469?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6893644673012691469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=6893644673012691469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/6893644673012691469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/6893644673012691469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/011-giselle.html' title='011 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlyYFBWrnaI/AAAAAAAAAcw/japcpwLL7Ek/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-1269661138745229531</id><published>2009-07-08T00:15:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:31:51.114+10:00</updated><title type='text'>010 - Zara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNYwomK0MI/AAAAAAAAAbw/VxtRBLtZTS8/s1600-h/Zara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355721974428127426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNYwomK0MI/AAAAAAAAAbw/VxtRBLtZTS8/s320/Zara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absented myself from life for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job,&lt;br /&gt;stopped going out to my normal haunts,&lt;br /&gt;and took the time to transform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I moved into a new house,&lt;br /&gt;bought a new wardrobe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;changed my hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got a new job,&lt;br /&gt;and started telling people my name was Zoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-1269661138745229531?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1269661138745229531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=1269661138745229531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/1269661138745229531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/1269661138745229531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/010-zara.html' title='010 - Zara'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNYwomK0MI/AAAAAAAAAbw/VxtRBLtZTS8/s72-c/Zara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-6518476422256912541</id><published>2009-07-08T00:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:15:43.419+10:00</updated><title type='text'>010 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNXL6uLZKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/NUSy1fxOZjU/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355720244126770338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNXL6uLZKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/NUSy1fxOZjU/s320/Eliza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course today was my turn in the kitchen, away from the customers.&lt;br /&gt;I was going to miss out on seeing him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;him - "James"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As his name spun joyful circles round my mind, Jenn approached.&lt;br /&gt;She handed me a napkin, with a smile, but no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In perfect loops, it read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I missed you today, Eliza.&lt;br /&gt;Meet me by the lake tonight?&lt;br /&gt;6pm, at the swings.&lt;br /&gt;James"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-6518476422256912541?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6518476422256912541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=6518476422256912541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/6518476422256912541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/6518476422256912541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/010-eliza.html' title='010 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNXL6uLZKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/NUSy1fxOZjU/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5506019241270364740</id><published>2009-07-08T00:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:09:04.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'>010 - Mark &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNVtfpurkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/RxcHlBfzivQ/s1600-h/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355718621952650818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNVtfpurkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/RxcHlBfzivQ/s320/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning and Anna wasn't beside me in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Worry about her overtook me.&lt;br /&gt;I found her in the backyard, sitting in the frosty grass, in just a singlet and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to put a coat on her, to shelter her from the frozen air.&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cold reminds me that this is all real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked her up, and carried her back to our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's real" I breathed into her neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5506019241270364740?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5506019241270364740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5506019241270364740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5506019241270364740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5506019241270364740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/010-mark-anna.html' title='010 - Mark &amp; Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNVtfpurkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/RxcHlBfzivQ/s72-c/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5171229326679082540</id><published>2009-07-07T23:58:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:02:02.751+10:00</updated><title type='text'>010 - Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNUnyUIK5I/AAAAAAAAAbY/-hAogTV-Tho/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355717424371477394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNUnyUIK5I/AAAAAAAAAbY/-hAogTV-Tho/s320/Andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after my world ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to the alarm I'd forgotten to un-set.&lt;br /&gt;I was about to get up and get ready for work&lt;br /&gt;When it all hit me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as my clock left my hand and smashed against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Tears filled my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I rolled over,&lt;br /&gt;And slept the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5171229326679082540?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5171229326679082540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5171229326679082540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5171229326679082540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5171229326679082540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/010-andrew.html' title='010 - Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNUnyUIK5I/AAAAAAAAAbY/-hAogTV-Tho/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7473063401364052860</id><published>2009-07-07T23:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:58:16.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'>010 - Cody &amp; Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNTFsZJK6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/m3_rSrKkSwQ/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355715739154721698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNTFsZJK6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/m3_rSrKkSwQ/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today Mummy took me to this big, big, house.&lt;br /&gt;We went up in a lift, and there was Cody in a big room.&lt;br /&gt;He was in bed! He shares a bedroom with lots of other kids.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Mummy why he moved, but she said he was just visiting.&lt;br /&gt;He looked sad, curled up, sleeping in his bed. He had a tube up his nose! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kissed him on the cheek and told him I loved him and we'd play together soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7473063401364052860?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7473063401364052860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7473063401364052860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7473063401364052860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7473063401364052860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/010-cody-sarah.html' title='010 - Cody &amp; Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNTFsZJK6I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/m3_rSrKkSwQ/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7529457153342379922</id><published>2009-07-07T23:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:50:39.597+10:00</updated><title type='text'>010 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNR2idgX2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/FJbUtoxlwEI/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355714379278999394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNR2idgX2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/FJbUtoxlwEI/s320/Giselle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I loitered around the chemist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spritzing my wrist with perfume,&lt;br /&gt;Blending different shades of Maybelline Foundation into the back of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Glancing over my shoulder towards the pregnancy tests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sunk even further&lt;br /&gt;As the realisation set in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7529457153342379922?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7529457153342379922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7529457153342379922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7529457153342379922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7529457153342379922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2009/07/010-giselle.html' title='010 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SlNR2idgX2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/FJbUtoxlwEI/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-614308716487613461</id><published>2008-11-23T13:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:06:03.374+11:00</updated><title type='text'>009 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjGmREdkQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dquk3UR9hCE/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271681724556611842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjGmREdkQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dquk3UR9hCE/s320/Eliza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today at work I was stocking serviettes,&lt;br /&gt;my back to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a voice behind me.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me."&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and nearly fell over. It was &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ordered a coffee, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as I made it he stayed at the counter, instead of taking a seat.&lt;br /&gt;He made polite conversation, as my heart raced. I have no idea what I said back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm James, by the way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eliza"&lt;br /&gt;"Nice to finally meet you Eliza"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my heart danced in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-614308716487613461?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/614308716487613461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=614308716487613461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/614308716487613461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/614308716487613461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/11/009-eliza.html' title='009 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjGmREdkQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/dquk3UR9hCE/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-2644603947227383945</id><published>2008-11-23T13:54:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:57:00.324+11:00</updated><title type='text'>009 - Mark and Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjF8v2T9wI/AAAAAAAAAPI/khfAoW25rZU/s1600-h/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271681011264255746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjF8v2T9wI/AAAAAAAAAPI/khfAoW25rZU/s320/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anna's started going for runs.&lt;br /&gt;She's worried about the weight that newlyweds sometimes put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I didn't care if we put on weight,&lt;br /&gt;because we were married,&lt;br /&gt;we were together,&lt;br /&gt;and the world was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled that beautiful smile,&lt;br /&gt;Kissed me,&lt;br /&gt;And went running anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;I would love her even if she weighed a thousand pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-2644603947227383945?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2644603947227383945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=2644603947227383945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2644603947227383945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2644603947227383945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/11/009-mark-and-anna.html' title='009 - Mark and Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjF8v2T9wI/AAAAAAAAAPI/khfAoW25rZU/s72-c/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-4729478117259598809</id><published>2008-11-23T13:50:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:53:59.064+11:00</updated><title type='text'>009 - Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjFDuEpWMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pJg9CGxXWKY/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271680031534962882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjFDuEpWMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pJg9CGxXWKY/s320/Andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Today I have nothing left to live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I going to do now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-4729478117259598809?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4729478117259598809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=4729478117259598809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4729478117259598809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4729478117259598809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/11/009-andrew.html' title='009 - Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjFDuEpWMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pJg9CGxXWKY/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-2811628900892755573</id><published>2008-11-23T13:49:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:50:18.304+11:00</updated><title type='text'>009 - Cody and Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjEqeyEX9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5WOH6i1T25Y/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271679597933780946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjEqeyEX9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5WOH6i1T25Y/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mum told me that Cody has gone away for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I asked why...&lt;br /&gt;And she said he'd gone for a little holiday coz he felt sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he comes home soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-2811628900892755573?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2811628900892755573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=2811628900892755573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2811628900892755573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2811628900892755573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/11/009-cody-and-sarah.html' title='009 - Cody and Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjEqeyEX9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5WOH6i1T25Y/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-8864126793912869247</id><published>2008-11-23T13:40:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:48:55.800+11:00</updated><title type='text'>009 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjEQN1C2GI/AAAAAAAAAOw/V8YGht1wm2E/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271679146706262114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjEQN1C2GI/AAAAAAAAAOw/V8YGht1wm2E/s320/Giselle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the morning I woke up, and had to run to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;I knew right then that something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back,  'wrong' seems like a terrible misjudgment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-8864126793912869247?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8864126793912869247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=8864126793912869247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/8864126793912869247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/8864126793912869247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/11/009-zara.html' title='009 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SSjEQN1C2GI/AAAAAAAAAOw/V8YGht1wm2E/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-1141429601112252596</id><published>2008-09-28T23:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:39:24.849+10:00</updated><title type='text'>008 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-InAr1L_I/AAAAAAAAAME/-RI2S0LEgL4/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251065894317404146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-InAr1L_I/AAAAAAAAAME/-RI2S0LEgL4/s320/Eliza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came into the cafe today,&lt;br /&gt;And everything inside me buzzed at the sight of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as he took each sip of his latte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And turned each page of his book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at the end,&lt;br /&gt;He saw me looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and hurried away,&lt;br /&gt;To the kitchen,&lt;br /&gt;And my head spun with the thought of those eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-1141429601112252596?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1141429601112252596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=1141429601112252596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/1141429601112252596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/1141429601112252596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/008-eliza.html' title='008 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-InAr1L_I/AAAAAAAAAME/-RI2S0LEgL4/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-3711257574596778723</id><published>2008-09-28T23:34:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:36:50.278+10:00</updated><title type='text'>008 - Mark &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-H86x3WDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nWLKPC-ofC0/s1600-h/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251065171177592882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-H86x3WDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nWLKPC-ofC0/s320/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had our first fight today.&lt;br /&gt;Over toast.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't last long,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it tore my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have laughed out loud with relief when we were okay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-3711257574596778723?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3711257574596778723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=3711257574596778723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3711257574596778723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3711257574596778723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/008-mark-anna.html' title='008 - Mark &amp; Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-H86x3WDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nWLKPC-ofC0/s72-c/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-1838575994195756938</id><published>2008-09-28T23:33:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:34:12.572+10:00</updated><title type='text'>008 - Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-Hua2aCaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/w5VO5r0cgC4/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251064922088540578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-Hua2aCaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/w5VO5r0cgC4/s320/Andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a job&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-1838575994195756938?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1838575994195756938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=1838575994195756938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/1838575994195756938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/1838575994195756938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/008-andrew.html' title='008 - Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-Hua2aCaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/w5VO5r0cgC4/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-4555927011692069269</id><published>2008-09-28T23:31:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:33:20.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'>008 - Cody &amp; Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-HYdoEdVI/AAAAAAAAALs/tsXDZA3Z5JA/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251064544876590418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-HYdoEdVI/AAAAAAAAALs/tsXDZA3Z5JA/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cody and I were playing today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He started coughing when we were playing chasy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He coughed and coughed&lt;br /&gt;And then his Mum came out and took him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's going on? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-4555927011692069269?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4555927011692069269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=4555927011692069269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4555927011692069269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4555927011692069269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/008-cody-sarah.html' title='008 - Cody &amp; Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-HYdoEdVI/AAAAAAAAALs/tsXDZA3Z5JA/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-3464148462439719110</id><published>2008-09-28T23:30:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:31:37.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'>008 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-HBqabe1I/AAAAAAAAALk/f6H4M9PZIAs/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251064153172048722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-HBqabe1I/AAAAAAAAALk/f6H4M9PZIAs/s320/Giselle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It escalated quickly.&lt;br /&gt;But I thought because I loved you it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it. You wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad that doesnt change the consequences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-3464148462439719110?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3464148462439719110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=3464148462439719110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3464148462439719110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3464148462439719110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/008-giselle.html' title='008 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-HBqabe1I/AAAAAAAAALk/f6H4M9PZIAs/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-1340276194387420962</id><published>2008-09-28T23:26:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:29:53.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'>008 - Zara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-GRYiKSeI/AAAAAAAAALc/dT7wyJ-9Bzc/s1600-h/Zara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251063323738917346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-GRYiKSeI/AAAAAAAAALc/dT7wyJ-9Bzc/s320/Zara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then something changed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's wedding pictures came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw the man I loved, and my best friend, smiling out from the pictures, so in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stopped crying, picked myself up, and went out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to leave it all behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-1340276194387420962?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1340276194387420962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=1340276194387420962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/1340276194387420962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/1340276194387420962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/008-zara.html' title='008 - Zara'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN-GRYiKSeI/AAAAAAAAALc/dT7wyJ-9Bzc/s72-c/Zara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5533247983178222791</id><published>2008-09-27T19:08:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:09:20.710+10:00</updated><title type='text'>007 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN34Ec98pGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sNE15lWIlQs/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250625495963051106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN34Ec98pGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sNE15lWIlQs/s320/Eliza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm re-reading Les Miserables,&lt;br /&gt;Working extra shifts,&lt;br /&gt;And hoping I can see him again soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5533247983178222791?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5533247983178222791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5533247983178222791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5533247983178222791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5533247983178222791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/007-eliza.html' title='007 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN34Ec98pGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sNE15lWIlQs/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7958416119200700995</id><published>2008-09-27T19:06:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:08:04.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'>007 - Mark &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN33tqQyvGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/u8OB2khbYqA/s1600-h/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250625104394763362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN33tqQyvGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/u8OB2khbYqA/s320/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got back the wedding photos today.&lt;br /&gt;She is so gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe she picked me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7958416119200700995?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7958416119200700995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7958416119200700995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7958416119200700995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7958416119200700995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/007-mark-anna.html' title='007 - Mark &amp; Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN33tqQyvGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/u8OB2khbYqA/s72-c/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-8495674064197871890</id><published>2008-09-27T19:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:06:28.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'>007 - Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN3278S7CYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YJsXlz5PBPc/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250624250242075010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN3278S7CYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YJsXlz5PBPc/s320/Andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More people getting let go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day there's a couple more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company is in real trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to be the one to tell some of them that they had no job anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they understood that the look of relief on my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was only because I lasted&lt;br /&gt;One more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get up tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just another step closer to losing my whole world from under me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm getting ahead of myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe...maybe I'll be lucky...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-8495674064197871890?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8495674064197871890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=8495674064197871890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/8495674064197871890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/8495674064197871890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/007-andrew.html' title='007 - Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN3278S7CYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YJsXlz5PBPc/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7065897840140048734</id><published>2008-09-27T19:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:03:24.836+10:00</updated><title type='text'>007 - Cody &amp; Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN32hlD84yI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sSMc083MnFI/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250623797328667426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN32hlD84yI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sSMc083MnFI/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody didn't come over for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody explained to me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today he came over like nothing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care coz he's here again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7065897840140048734?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7065897840140048734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7065897840140048734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7065897840140048734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7065897840140048734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/007-cody-sarah.html' title='007 - Cody &amp; Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN32hlD84yI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sSMc083MnFI/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5193417115369716577</id><published>2008-09-27T18:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T19:01:36.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'>007 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN32HP0_R1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/8GkwWHmwoZA/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250623344952166226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN32HP0_R1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/8GkwWHmwoZA/s320/Giselle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The real mistake though, was saying it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just so you know, I MEANT IT even if you didn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5193417115369716577?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5193417115369716577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5193417115369716577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5193417115369716577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5193417115369716577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/007-giselle.html' title='007 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN32HP0_R1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/8GkwWHmwoZA/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5095740788383587718</id><published>2008-09-27T18:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T18:59:48.718+10:00</updated><title type='text'>007 - Zara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN31l16mYLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NfZd31cIyNk/s1600-h/Zara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250622771060695218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN31l16mYLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NfZd31cIyNk/s320/Zara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same as when I quit smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through everything I had that reminded me of him, and threw it out.&lt;br /&gt;I felt empowered and strong.&lt;br /&gt;Until the next morning when I woke up hungover,&lt;br /&gt;And spent the whole day crying&lt;br /&gt;For loss of memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5095740788383587718?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5095740788383587718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5095740788383587718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5095740788383587718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5095740788383587718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/09/007-zara.html' title='007 - Zara'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SN31l16mYLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/NfZd31cIyNk/s72-c/Zara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5614749839564300524</id><published>2008-08-24T14:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:23:50.979+10:00</updated><title type='text'>006 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDhycYHbOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/u7rGXi_gXOs/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237934623358938338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDhycYHbOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/u7rGXi_gXOs/s320/Eliza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A guy came into the cafe today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He reminded me of Ben a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very good looking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was the book in his hands that caught my attention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Miserables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks AND a love of classic literature?&lt;br /&gt;Surely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to making coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5614749839564300524?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5614749839564300524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5614749839564300524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5614749839564300524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5614749839564300524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/006-eliza.html' title='006 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDhycYHbOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/u7rGXi_gXOs/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-8860910734684353184</id><published>2008-08-24T14:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:20:10.788+10:00</updated><title type='text'>006 - Mark &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDhRsTOf1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/DxPNTk587ao/s1600-h/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237934060697714514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDhRsTOf1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/DxPNTk587ao/s320/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got back from the honeymoon on Friday, and today I returned to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; can't stop smiling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing that she is at home waiting for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-8860910734684353184?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8860910734684353184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=8860910734684353184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/8860910734684353184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/8860910734684353184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/006-mark-anna.html' title='006 - Mark &amp; Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDhRsTOf1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/DxPNTk587ao/s72-c/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5538139124242168879</id><published>2008-08-24T14:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:17:08.359+10:00</updated><title type='text'>006 - Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDghSBiOOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DehXlfEzge4/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237933229010467042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDghSBiOOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DehXlfEzge4/s320/Andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started letting go of people at the company today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too high up in the ladder...&lt;br /&gt;Surely my job is secure..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5538139124242168879?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5538139124242168879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5538139124242168879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5538139124242168879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5538139124242168879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/006-andrew.html' title='006 - Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDghSBiOOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/DehXlfEzge4/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-723836684080498273</id><published>2008-08-24T14:13:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:14:52.582+10:00</updated><title type='text'>006 - Cody &amp; Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDf8zfU4wI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yVa3bZOwwfc/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237932602338632450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDf8zfU4wI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yVa3bZOwwfc/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cody didn't come over tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-723836684080498273?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/723836684080498273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=723836684080498273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/723836684080498273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/723836684080498273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/006-cody-sarah.html' title='006 - Cody &amp; Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDf8zfU4wI/AAAAAAAAAJM/yVa3bZOwwfc/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-8737010075259930551</id><published>2008-08-24T13:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T14:12:55.632+10:00</updated><title type='text'>006 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDZ1dOTl0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/3II1xoXXE10/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237925879032813378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDZ1dOTl0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/3II1xoXXE10/s320/Giselle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were walking along the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you stopped,&lt;br /&gt;looked me in the eyes seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and said those three words&lt;br /&gt;that confused everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-8737010075259930551?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8737010075259930551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=8737010075259930551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/8737010075259930551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/8737010075259930551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/006-giselle.html' title='006 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDZ1dOTl0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/3II1xoXXE10/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7899141323669712866</id><published>2008-08-24T13:22:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:46:10.378+10:00</updated><title type='text'>006 - Zara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDY5wBLVZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qTcG4gDzNAY/s1600-h/Zara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237924853285868946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDY5wBLVZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qTcG4gDzNAY/s320/Zara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have found my answer long ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves her...&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly wish his love away from her and towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you stop loving someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7899141323669712866?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7899141323669712866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7899141323669712866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7899141323669712866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7899141323669712866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/006-zara.html' title='006 - Zara'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SLDY5wBLVZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/qTcG4gDzNAY/s72-c/Zara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-8715538368222176654</id><published>2008-08-11T22:35:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:37:53.999+10:00</updated><title type='text'>005 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAyWTrAbgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/r_nFxjHRaFM/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233238125823684098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAyWTrAbgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/r_nFxjHRaFM/s320/Eliza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I shut my eyes tightly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And turn my iPod up loud enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I leave this world...&lt;br /&gt;And for a moment I find peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the world always remains, when I get up the courage to open my eyes again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-8715538368222176654?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8715538368222176654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=8715538368222176654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/8715538368222176654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/8715538368222176654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/005-eliza.html' title='005 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAyWTrAbgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/r_nFxjHRaFM/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-2721664023619551811</id><published>2008-08-11T22:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:35:02.697+10:00</updated><title type='text'>005 - Mark &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAxiormYCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8dFAcmXfQ9s/s1600-h/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233237238110117922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAxiormYCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8dFAcmXfQ9s/s320/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to love a person too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I would give my life...&lt;br /&gt;and anything in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-2721664023619551811?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2721664023619551811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=2721664023619551811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2721664023619551811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2721664023619551811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/005-mark-anna.html' title='005 - Mark &amp; Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAxiormYCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8dFAcmXfQ9s/s72-c/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7539944396348055063</id><published>2008-08-11T22:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:32:38.798+10:00</updated><title type='text'>005 - Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAwfOpB-MI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jfBqKwkeRVo/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233236080068786370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAwfOpB-MI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jfBqKwkeRVo/s320/Andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was too sick to go in to work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I sat on the computer, trying to occupy my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a quiz that is meant to determine life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled in question after question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat right. Ten points.&lt;br /&gt;I excercise. Ten points.&lt;br /&gt;I dont smoke. Ten points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont drink. Ten points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont have unprotected sex. Ten points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drive safely and wear a seatbelt. Ten points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont sleep. Minus ten points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am highly stressed. Minus ten points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to the test I should still live to 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they forgot to ask if I wanted to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7539944396348055063?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7539944396348055063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7539944396348055063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7539944396348055063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7539944396348055063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/005-andrew.html' title='005 - Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAwfOpB-MI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jfBqKwkeRVo/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-3377636434796847271</id><published>2008-08-11T22:25:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:28:00.778+10:00</updated><title type='text'>005 - Cody &amp; Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAv43fxIuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hnyJOI5HKHE/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233235421020889826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAv43fxIuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hnyJOI5HKHE/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't like school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;There's too many people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And too much work to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't wait to get home so Cody can come over to play.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-3377636434796847271?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3377636434796847271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=3377636434796847271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3377636434796847271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3377636434796847271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/005-cody-sarah.html' title='005 - Cody &amp; Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAv43fxIuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hnyJOI5HKHE/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-1473438878587474877</id><published>2008-08-11T22:19:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:25:47.674+10:00</updated><title type='text'>005 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAvXky976I/AAAAAAAAAIE/kvYCXDyW_oA/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233234849065463714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAvXky976I/AAAAAAAAAIE/kvYCXDyW_oA/s320/Giselle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation grew.&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;And those first sweet kisses were beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;before the loss of our innocence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-1473438878587474877?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1473438878587474877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=1473438878587474877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/1473438878587474877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/1473438878587474877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/005-giselle.html' title='005 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAvXky976I/AAAAAAAAAIE/kvYCXDyW_oA/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-934140323364289606</id><published>2008-08-11T22:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:18:55.945+10:00</updated><title type='text'>005 - Zara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAscG-m1QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e6T6U4R0Rh4/s1600-h/Zara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233231628425680130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAscG-m1QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e6T6U4R0Rh4/s320/Zara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I woke up, ate a muffin, and went for a run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today I needed to run away from it all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to run towards &lt;em&gt;something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think maybe I'm a little closer to the answers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-934140323364289606?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/934140323364289606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=934140323364289606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/934140323364289606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/934140323364289606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/08/005-zara.html' title='005 - Zara'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SKAscG-m1QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e6T6U4R0Rh4/s72-c/Zara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5903579831440105727</id><published>2008-07-16T17:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:23:40.329+10:00</updated><title type='text'>004 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2hRlLAE8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/9IGaN-_I8ZU/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223508466227745730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2hRlLAE8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/9IGaN-_I8ZU/s320/Eliza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother always told me that my name meant "God's promise."&lt;br /&gt;That's nice...&lt;br /&gt;but what was His promise? And was it good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's referring to His promised wrath on mankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5903579831440105727?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5903579831440105727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5903579831440105727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5903579831440105727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5903579831440105727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/004-eliza.html' title='004 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2hRlLAE8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/9IGaN-_I8ZU/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-2587679621277879520</id><published>2008-07-16T17:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:20:02.575+10:00</updated><title type='text'>004 - Mark &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2gtHDB33I/AAAAAAAAAG0/HGpbovrcaYc/s1600-h/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223507839665954674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2gtHDB33I/AAAAAAAAAG0/HGpbovrcaYc/s320/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looks cute when she's angry. She screws up her nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-2587679621277879520?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2587679621277879520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=2587679621277879520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2587679621277879520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/2587679621277879520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/004-mark-anna.html' title='004 - Mark &amp; Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2gtHDB33I/AAAAAAAAAG0/HGpbovrcaYc/s72-c/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7664467950656969747</id><published>2008-07-16T17:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:17:49.964+10:00</updated><title type='text'>004- Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2gT8FnUcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/f8FyhMMF4GE/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223507407227277762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2gT8FnUcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/f8FyhMMF4GE/s320/Andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got offered long service leave today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an idiot...but I don't think i know who I am anymore if I'm not working.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of spending more time in this silent, empty house...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this silent, empty life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7664467950656969747?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7664467950656969747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7664467950656969747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7664467950656969747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7664467950656969747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/004-andrew.html' title='004- Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2gT8FnUcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/f8FyhMMF4GE/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-6153505941201515107</id><published>2008-07-16T17:14:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:16:08.755+10:00</updated><title type='text'>004 - Cody &amp; Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2f4PTmJyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/sK2pzJim45Q/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223506931349858082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2f4PTmJyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/sK2pzJim45Q/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A big kid at school was picking on me today, so Cody went up and hit him.&lt;br /&gt;The kid hit him back and Cody started bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily a teacher came just in time before the other kid hit him again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I have never felt more special =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-6153505941201515107?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6153505941201515107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=6153505941201515107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/6153505941201515107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/6153505941201515107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/004-cody-sarah.html' title='004 - Cody &amp; Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2f4PTmJyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/sK2pzJim45Q/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-425749896522834518</id><published>2008-07-16T16:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:13:29.857+10:00</updated><title type='text'>004 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2Y06kMJnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nNgtRkhw-aY/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223499177661310578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2Y06kMJnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nNgtRkhw-aY/s320/Giselle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started going out almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met for breakfast in that same cafe,&lt;br /&gt;We walked along the beach,&lt;br /&gt;We spent hours perusing second-hand book stores,&lt;br /&gt;We sat and listened to buskers,&lt;br /&gt;We walked in the rain...&lt;br /&gt;And it was the best time of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only because He was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-425749896522834518?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/425749896522834518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=425749896522834518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/425749896522834518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/425749896522834518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/004-giselle.html' title='004 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2Y06kMJnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nNgtRkhw-aY/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-3710045215312218535</id><published>2008-07-16T16:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:43:37.344+10:00</updated><title type='text'>004 - Zara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2SsZvCM2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/hW4sEXyvwSU/s1600-h/Zara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223492434339705698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2SsZvCM2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/hW4sEXyvwSU/s320/Zara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to go home with a guy I met at the wedding...&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what...I'm glad I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've regretted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-3710045215312218535?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3710045215312218535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=3710045215312218535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3710045215312218535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3710045215312218535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/004-zara.html' title='004 - Zara'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SH2SsZvCM2I/AAAAAAAAAGU/hW4sEXyvwSU/s72-c/Zara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7628706112677790881</id><published>2008-07-05T16:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:21:13.877+10:00</updated><title type='text'>003 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8SSFvexsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K39DbyRDA14/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219410595133966018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8SSFvexsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K39DbyRDA14/s320/Eliza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People sometimes think I'm strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the blue hair.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the stud in my nose.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the occasionally strange outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the fact that my fiance died.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the scars from when I wanted to join him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was all a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I like being the strange one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7628706112677790881?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7628706112677790881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7628706112677790881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7628706112677790881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7628706112677790881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/003-eliza.html' title='003 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8SSFvexsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K39DbyRDA14/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7307596681112173734</id><published>2008-07-05T16:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:18:17.596+10:00</updated><title type='text'>003 - Mark &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8RqpkWqDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4g8eTtQbJ_Q/s1600-h/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219409917556205618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8RqpkWqDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4g8eTtQbJ_Q/s320/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into a shop today...&lt;br /&gt;She tried on so many different outfits, and told me to pick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was frustrated that I couldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess she thought I wasn't paying attention to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't tell the difference between any of them.&lt;br /&gt;I was too captivated by her beautiful face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7307596681112173734?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7307596681112173734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7307596681112173734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7307596681112173734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7307596681112173734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/003-mark-anna.html' title='003 - Mark &amp; Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8RqpkWqDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4g8eTtQbJ_Q/s72-c/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7141612625261404707</id><published>2008-07-05T16:11:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:15:28.923+10:00</updated><title type='text'>003 - Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8Qu1DIY1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qFOhbxKIHLI/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219408889845932882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8Qu1DIY1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qFOhbxKIHLI/s320/Andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work used to only be the way I got money&lt;br /&gt;It meant I could do the things I loved so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Basketball&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;Being with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done any of those things for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7141612625261404707?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7141612625261404707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7141612625261404707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7141612625261404707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7141612625261404707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/003-andrew.html' title='003 - Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8Qu1DIY1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qFOhbxKIHLI/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-933359910628422285</id><published>2008-07-05T16:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:11:42.695+10:00</updated><title type='text'>003 - Cody &amp; Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8QHVt9QaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aTFtOIIE2gQ/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219408211420725666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8QHVt9QaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aTFtOIIE2gQ/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cody's sick at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen him in forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-933359910628422285?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/933359910628422285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=933359910628422285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/933359910628422285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/933359910628422285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/003-cody-sarah.html' title='003 - Cody &amp; Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8QHVt9QaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/aTFtOIIE2gQ/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-4957616200321557022</id><published>2008-07-05T16:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:09:04.938+10:00</updated><title type='text'>003 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8PJQKysnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TwZurgJsZkY/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219407144779166322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8PJQKysnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TwZurgJsZkY/s320/Giselle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;It was the beginning of my gap year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in a cafe...drinking coffee, and reading a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came over and spoke to me...&lt;br /&gt;We spoke about literature and music and the countries we'd visited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And He got my number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess you would call that the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-4957616200321557022?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4957616200321557022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=4957616200321557022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4957616200321557022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4957616200321557022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/003-giselle.html' title='003 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8PJQKysnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TwZurgJsZkY/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5556152842189513621</id><published>2008-07-05T15:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:04:46.824+10:00</updated><title type='text'>003 - Zara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8NtUNPWpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KUJ8EqI-xxs/s1600-h/Zara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219405565315209874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8NtUNPWpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KUJ8EqI-xxs/s320/Zara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The vows were so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the girls in the room cried,&lt;br /&gt;I joined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's safe to say I was the only one that wasn't crying with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5556152842189513621?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5556152842189513621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5556152842189513621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5556152842189513621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5556152842189513621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/003-zara.html' title='003 - Zara'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SG8NtUNPWpI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KUJ8EqI-xxs/s72-c/Zara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-3545414556274865571</id><published>2008-07-01T15:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:13:28.473+10:00</updated><title type='text'>002 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm8Y8kJWzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/u-tU11WTegI/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217908780046048050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm8Y8kJWzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/u-tU11WTegI/s320/Eliza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was working today.&lt;br /&gt;I work at a little coffee shop by the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw ambulances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody drowned.&lt;br /&gt;Actually they drowned themself.&lt;br /&gt;Went out on a boat and jumped off tied to the anchor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-3545414556274865571?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3545414556274865571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=3545414556274865571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3545414556274865571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/3545414556274865571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/002-eliza.html' title='002 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm8Y8kJWzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/u-tU11WTegI/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-6230543237179529627</id><published>2008-07-01T15:08:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:10:25.997+10:00</updated><title type='text'>002 - Mark &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm8Bigm4GI/AAAAAAAAAEs/n8CYQRaDz-4/s1600-h/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217908377914892386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm8Bigm4GI/AAAAAAAAAEs/n8CYQRaDz-4/s320/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and she was next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks even more beautiful, if that's possible, when she's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the luckiest guy in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-6230543237179529627?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6230543237179529627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=6230543237179529627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/6230543237179529627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/6230543237179529627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/002-mark-anna.html' title='002 - Mark &amp; Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm8Bigm4GI/AAAAAAAAAEs/n8CYQRaDz-4/s72-c/Mark+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-8161783531757717387</id><published>2008-07-01T15:06:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:08:43.119+10:00</updated><title type='text'>002 - Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm7dNoXEWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZTYbfG1Ra14/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217907753834975586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm7dNoXEWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZTYbfG1Ra14/s320/Andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My boss told me when I came here that I would have to make sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To make it big you need to let go of everything else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody else here echoes his words,&lt;br /&gt;They act like they're fulfilled by all they've given up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I wonder if they're lives are as empty as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-8161783531757717387?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8161783531757717387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=8161783531757717387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/8161783531757717387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/8161783531757717387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/002-andrew.html' title='002 - Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm7dNoXEWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZTYbfG1Ra14/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5196207196203191113</id><published>2008-07-01T15:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:06:35.968+10:00</updated><title type='text'>002 - Cody &amp; Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm67nTBc3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/hQcEs8EPeRU/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217907176609248114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm67nTBc3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/hQcEs8EPeRU/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we grow up we're going to get married.&lt;br /&gt;And we're going to live in a big white castle with servants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear beautiful ball gowns,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll spend every moment together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5196207196203191113?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5196207196203191113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5196207196203191113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5196207196203191113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5196207196203191113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/002-cody-sarah.html' title='002 - Cody &amp; Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm67nTBc3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/hQcEs8EPeRU/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-6277900329120364296</id><published>2008-07-01T15:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:03:55.149+10:00</updated><title type='text'>002 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm6VIE5ZgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Sbt6fFNVJVA/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217906515393472002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm6VIE5ZgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Sbt6fFNVJVA/s320/Giselle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I would have named her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't think I'm such a horrible person.&lt;br /&gt;I mean...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began a year ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-6277900329120364296?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6277900329120364296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=6277900329120364296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/6277900329120364296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/6277900329120364296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/002-giselle.html' title='002 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm6VIE5ZgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Sbt6fFNVJVA/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5611128628124301713</id><published>2008-07-01T14:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:00:11.937+10:00</updated><title type='text'>002 - Zara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm3fKJRAHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Yf2AtwuGdx0/s1600-h/Zara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217903389212475506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm3fKJRAHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Yf2AtwuGdx0/s320/Zara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was about halfway through the vows when I realised how pathetic I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two and a half years is a long time to be with someone.&lt;br /&gt;Five years is longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eight years...&lt;br /&gt;The eight years I've loved him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just sheer torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she won. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5611128628124301713?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5611128628124301713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5611128628124301713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5611128628124301713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5611128628124301713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/07/002-zara.html' title='002 - Zara'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGm3fKJRAHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Yf2AtwuGdx0/s72-c/Zara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-4834096259528059453</id><published>2008-06-30T21:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:53:54.774+10:00</updated><title type='text'>001 - Eliza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjKyutcjPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2kYmhmZR8mE/s1600-h/Eliza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217643141189635314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjKyutcjPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2kYmhmZR8mE/s320/Eliza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Energetic&lt;br /&gt;Loved&lt;br /&gt;Interesting&lt;br /&gt;Zany&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes all 5,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sometimes none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I'm nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-4834096259528059453?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4834096259528059453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=4834096259528059453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4834096259528059453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4834096259528059453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/001-eliza.html' title='001 - Eliza'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjKyutcjPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2kYmhmZR8mE/s72-c/Eliza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7702978435221998688</id><published>2008-06-30T21:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:59:14.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>001 - Mark &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjKAqQZUhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oleSB4ncGYQ/s1600-h/Mike+%26+Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217642281000587794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjKAqQZUhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oleSB4ncGYQ/s320/Mike+%26+Anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally we're getting married...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally I can see her in that beautiful dress...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally she can wear the ring i picked out for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with her,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait for the rest of our lives together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7702978435221998688?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7702978435221998688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7702978435221998688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7702978435221998688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7702978435221998688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/001-mark-anna.html' title='001 - Mark &amp; Anna'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjKAqQZUhI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oleSB4ncGYQ/s72-c/Mike+%26+Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-485957909426889377</id><published>2008-06-30T21:50:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:54:24.167+10:00</updated><title type='text'>001 - Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjInU6VVoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ne6azY5a5SU/s1600-h/Andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217640746262550146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjInU6VVoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ne6azY5a5SU/s320/Andrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job was such a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't worth losing her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could leave my job as easily as she left me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-485957909426889377?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/485957909426889377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=485957909426889377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/485957909426889377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/485957909426889377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/005-andrew.html' title='001 - Andrew'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjInU6VVoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ne6azY5a5SU/s72-c/Andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-5221109853573308080</id><published>2008-06-30T21:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:54:09.388+10:00</updated><title type='text'>001 - Cody &amp; Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjH7NHBRMI/AAAAAAAAADs/7G2yQ92lU_U/s1600-h/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217639988254033090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjH7NHBRMI/AAAAAAAAADs/7G2yQ92lU_U/s320/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;What will be over the hill?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe a castle with a dungeon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe an ocean full of mermaids and monsters...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe a spaceship full of aliens...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm not scared because he's here holding my hand...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-5221109853573308080?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/5221109853573308080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=5221109853573308080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5221109853573308080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/5221109853573308080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/004-cody-sarah.html' title='001 - Cody &amp; Sarah'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjH7NHBRMI/AAAAAAAAADs/7G2yQ92lU_U/s72-c/Cody+%26+Sarah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-250533137243139169</id><published>2008-06-30T21:45:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:53:57.758+10:00</updated><title type='text'>001 - Giselle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjHhDmWQzI/AAAAAAAAADk/_k98I8OZ7q4/s1600-h/Giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217639539024479026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjHhDmWQzI/AAAAAAAAADk/_k98I8OZ7q4/s320/Giselle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the right thing...&lt;br /&gt;I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I feel so bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-250533137243139169?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/250533137243139169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=250533137243139169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/250533137243139169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/250533137243139169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/003-giselle.html' title='001 - Giselle'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjHhDmWQzI/AAAAAAAAADk/_k98I8OZ7q4/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-4036987072266226463</id><published>2008-06-30T21:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:53:43.015+10:00</updated><title type='text'>001 - Zara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjFcF3XsDI/AAAAAAAAADY/Of9G8xBg2aU/s1600-h/Zara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217637254710145074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjFcF3XsDI/AAAAAAAAADY/Of9G8xBg2aU/s320/Zara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It was my best friend's wedding today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been inseperable since primary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been through everything from grazed knees to broken hearts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced in blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She danced in white...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with &lt;em&gt;him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-4036987072266226463?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4036987072266226463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=4036987072266226463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4036987072266226463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/4036987072266226463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/002-zara.html' title='001 - Zara'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKRyicWG6xM/SGjFcF3XsDI/AAAAAAAAADY/Of9G8xBg2aU/s72-c/Zara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453848329310697999.post-7507822911969011131</id><published>2008-06-30T21:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:55:08.722+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to my world of fiction...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing will be as it seems...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it will all flow from my imagination...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some of it will be inspired by reality...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and some of it will be completely made up...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you will never know which is which...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are my writings...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my Fiction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1453848329310697999-7507822911969011131?l=maddison-fiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7507822911969011131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1453848329310697999&amp;postID=7507822911969011131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7507822911969011131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1453848329310697999/posts/default/7507822911969011131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddison-fiction.blogspot.com/2008/06/001.html' title='The Beginning...'/><author><name>Maddison Snook</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UnTtEfzs5PI/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACLE/EoacY2-dEKg/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
