<?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-3591367850285017798</id><updated>2012-01-21T22:29:35.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThatThingCalledLife</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://givemeforever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591367850285017798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://givemeforever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janell Christine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-uLsF8MLGnRo/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAg/-_1u45DZJ-k/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591367850285017798.post-72412918352033136</id><published>2012-01-21T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:24:29.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night Alive [ Short Story For English ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Walter Turncoat'; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 54px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; On the third floor of the Lowe Hotel , Taylor laid under the covers of her bed . A fluffy blanket clung to her face as she listened to the creaking floor . She heard a distant pitter patter . The noise seemed to be coming closer to her . She was too afraid to even peek out from under the sheets . The noise of the squeaking floor stopped . Taylor was focused on the heavy breathing that flowed threw her eardrums .&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly , the blankets were forcefully ripped off the bed and swung across the room !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A faint figure looked into Taylor’s eyes . The demonic stair was scary enough to kill someone with one glance . Taylor’s heart was racing . Adrenalin ran quickly threw her veins when she discovered that the spirit looked like her mother . Her mother , Alyssa , had dies in an insane Islam seven years ago .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Taylor stuttered “ What a-r-r-e you ? Why are you here ? Were did you come from ? What do you want ? ’’ Alyssa ignored her questions and started reaching for her face . Taylor’s eyes glows wide as the ghost ripped her jaws apart . A crackling scream ripped from her thought . The pain was excruciating , but Taylor wasn’t going to die without putting up a fight . Her jaw dangled from her face . Taylor placed her hand on her chin and attempted to snap her bones back together . Blood gruesomely ran down her hands and across her arm . The ghost viciously jumped onto Taylor’s shoulders . Taylor flipped her body around and began to swing her arms . They rustled on the floor , both covered in blood , &amp;amp; cuts .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; From the depths of a dark corner a light began to shine . The light was dim , like a small candle , but it made Alyssa fearful . The light grew brighter , and Alyssa faded away . Her soul left the world . Although Taylor was now safe she wasn’t done fighting just yet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Blood filled her mouth and covered the floor around her . A few last heart beats slowly passed . Taylor attempted to crawl to the window to see one last full moon . She knew she didn’t have many more breaths to take . She stared at the moon . Fading in and out of consciousness she died in front of the stars wondering one thing . 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