<?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-1029754753689956090</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:07:11.575-07:00</updated><category term='Wrong Room 3'/><category term='Zombie Love'/><category term='Young Blood 2'/><category term='You Have The Right To Remain Silent 5'/><category term='Subversion of the Senshi Part 2  Ami'/><category term='The Gift'/><category term='Young Blood 13'/><category term='Young Blood 6'/><category term='Wrapdance 1'/><category term='Work of a Genius 4'/><category term='Young Blood 9'/><category term='A Nightmare On Elm Street 9 Freddy Never Sleeps'/><category term='Vampires Kiss'/><category term='The Crossroads Part 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a Genius 1'/><title type='text'>Work of a Genius 1</title><summary type='text'>The man stood by the window in a dark room, smoking and waiting patiently. There was nothing else to do but wait. His eyes flickered between the fattening moon in the starless sky and the apartment on the fourth floor of the building across the street - one floor lower than his own. It appeared lightless and lifeless. No one was there, not yet anyway.The oppressive heat of Chicago summer seemed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/864573292686817954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-of-genius-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/864573292686817954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/864573292686817954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-of-genius-1.html' title='Work of a Genius 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-497411894390256312</id><published>2010-02-15T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:21:35.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Overtime'/><title type='text'>Working Overtime</title><summary type='text'>"You're at work more than at home. Phil, you need to get some time off, So just the two of us can be together," she told her husband, when he called to tell her he had to work overtime again."I plan on making it all up to you. Real soon," Phil responded hanging up the phone.She sounded so upset on the phone, Phil thought. I will have to think of some way I can make up working overtime. It's not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/497411894390256312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-overtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/497411894390256312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/497411894390256312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/working-overtime.html' title='Working Overtime'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-4096510887531180</id><published>2010-02-15T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:19:53.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worthy'/><title type='text'>Worthy</title><summary type='text'>I had a date.This didn't happen very often. I wasn't the kind who dated. Predators like me aren't built for the merry song and dance of courtship, and besides, any woman who wanted to make anything work with me would have to be my equal, and I've yet to meet anyone who fit that description.But this woman had been singularly persistent, and knew my identity. She had somehow connected Marcus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4096510887531180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worthy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4096510887531180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4096510887531180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worthy.html' title='Worthy'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-7233751928493542124</id><published>2010-02-15T22:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:25:00.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work of a Genius 2'/><title type='text'>Work of a Genius 2</title><summary type='text'>What? Whispered the man, confused. The lights flickered off and on three times in a rapid succession. What the fuck? Asked the man quietly and suddenly realized that this might have been a request for him to turn his own lights on. With his gaze glued on the makeshift lightshow, he took a step to the right and blindly searched for a switch. A moment later his studio was bathed in the soft light </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7233751928493542124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-of-genius-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7233751928493542124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7233751928493542124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-of-genius-2.html' title='Work of a Genius 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-6382943542078545285</id><published>2010-02-15T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:15:36.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wraith'/><title type='text'>Wraith</title><summary type='text'>Julie sighed as she rolled to a stop behind the Warren Mansion and shifted her small blue sedan into park. The place was much bigger than it had looked in the pictures Mr. Chaffee had sent her and she realized with a sinking feeling that it bore a disturbing resemblance to the house in the movie "Psycho". If she hadn't needed the money so bad she would never have agreed to come here. Spending the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6382943542078545285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wraith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6382943542078545285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6382943542078545285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wraith.html' title='Wraith'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-5592798429516824112</id><published>2010-02-15T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:11:11.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrapdance 1'/><title type='text'>Wrapdance 1</title><summary type='text'>"How about here?"Simon Laws looked at the building his friend, Stephen Clark, was pointing at. Lurid red and blue neon tubes ran along the fascia of an otherwise innocuous old warehouse building. The same tubes twisted into the shape of a heavy breasted girl twirling around a pole. The name, "SATAN'S HOLE", was emblazoned above a narrow doorway.Subtle, it wasn't."Looks a bit tacky," Laws said. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5592798429516824112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrapdance-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5592798429516824112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5592798429516824112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrapdance-1.html' title='Wrapdance 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-8817758156319804866</id><published>2010-02-15T22:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:27:16.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work of a Genius 4'/><title type='text'>Work of a Genius 4</title><summary type='text'>"Fuck, John!" Kevin said finally. He ran his manicured hand through his dark hair and sighed deeply. John's stomach sank. "I don't know what to say, man." He said, his face somber and yet astonished. "You're a genius, man. That's all I can say."John laughed out loud, the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders."No, no," hurried Kevin. "I mean it! This is a masterpiece." He pointed towards </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8817758156319804866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-of-genius-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8817758156319804866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8817758156319804866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-of-genius-4.html' title='Work of a Genius 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-582543463804509011</id><published>2010-02-15T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:26:15.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work of a Genius 3'/><title type='text'>Work of a Genius 3</title><summary type='text'>John remembered how on the Saturday evening that followed he stood by the window, much like this particular night, and waited. A sketchbook and pencils carefully placed on the nightstand next to him in the company of binoculars, which he finally managed to dig out of the closet and a bottle of beer. He waited for hours, almost giving up when, finally, Kevin pulled up and presented him with yet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/582543463804509011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-of-genius-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/582543463804509011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/582543463804509011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-of-genius-3.html' title='Work of a Genius 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-9106041229908243601</id><published>2010-02-15T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:11:40.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrapdance 2'/><title type='text'>Wrapdance 2</title><summary type='text'>Clark was motionless as she pounded away in his lap. Laws looked up to see the face of his friend. Clark was ashen-faced, his eyes tearful in resigned terror.The blonde looked at Laws and snarled. Her face was completely feral, a wild beast's. A long pointed tongue, pink and dribbling with saliva licked Clark's cheek. A black bat wing rose up like a curtain to hide both faces.Soft hands slowly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9106041229908243601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrapdance-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/9106041229908243601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/9106041229908243601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrapdance-2.html' title='Wrapdance 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-6727442101128776532</id><published>2010-02-15T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:10:03.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong One'/><title type='text'>Wrong One</title><summary type='text'>Wandering listlessly through the club, the blonde 'bette tries to wrap herself in the solace of anonymity, while enjoying the stares of the lust-filled men. The only clear spot in the cool room is near an even colder doorway, the half-open fire escape leading to the alley behind. Leaning next to the door, finally away from the stripping eyes of the place, she enjoys the cool breeze over bare </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6727442101128776532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6727442101128776532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6727442101128776532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-one.html' title='Wrong One'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-4913597694726880426</id><published>2010-02-15T22:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:08:04.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong Room 3'/><title type='text'>Wrong Room 3</title><summary type='text'>'I'm crazy,' she thought to herself, 'I've lost my fucking mind... I'm enjoying this...'In perfect synch with the music, Mandy reached behind her back and found the clasp to her barely-there bra and unhooked it. She looked at Perry and slipped the straps down around her elbows with a slow shrug, the transparent cups falling forward as she released the bra. The lacy top fell away from her body and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4913597694726880426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-room-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4913597694726880426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4913597694726880426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-room-3.html' title='Wrong Room 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-6844899347107431470</id><published>2010-02-15T22:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:07:30.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong Room 2'/><title type='text'>Wrong Room 2</title><summary type='text'>"Carried away?" Mandy asked hesitantly as Perry held up a flimsy, lacy blue teddy and thong panties."Mr. Bannon is into rather violent expressions of sexuality," Perry explained carefully as he handed her the lingerie, "If all goes to plan, you'll only be entertaining him for a maximum of ten minutes.""Why ten minutes?""Because he has to be comfortable and calm," the hitman said, "He needs to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6844899347107431470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-room-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6844899347107431470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6844899347107431470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-room-2.html' title='Wrong Room 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-1362840693452982606</id><published>2010-02-15T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:06:59.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong Room 1'/><title type='text'>Wrong Room 1</title><summary type='text'>Mandy Fisher sat her heavy black suitcase down on the flowered comforter of the queen-sized bed. It was a gaudy, unbelievably happy floral arrangement dyed into the cloth, consisting of red roses, blue posies and white daisies. As her eye was drawn to the design (in the same morbid way one has to look at a car accident on the expressway) she thought she saw yellow sunflowers lurking behind the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1362840693452982606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-room-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1362840693452982606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1362840693452982606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-room-1.html' title='Wrong Room 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-7095567567823067642</id><published>2010-02-15T22:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:04:04.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X is for Xylem 2'/><title type='text'>X is for Xylem 2</title><summary type='text'>"You're sure you're ok?" he'd asked her worriedly."I'm fine Danny," she'd assured him. "But I don't remember any of it, not a single thing!"It had taken nearly ten minutes for the affects of whatever the plant had used upon her to wear off. By then he'd redressed her, sitting her down where she slowly came around, momentarily bewildered as though waking up from a dream, though unable to remember </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7095567567823067642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/x-is-for-xylem-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7095567567823067642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7095567567823067642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/x-is-for-xylem-2.html' title='X is for Xylem 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-5464203052888241499</id><published>2010-02-15T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:03:36.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X is for Xylem 1'/><title type='text'>X is for Xylem 1</title><summary type='text'>Danny had been but a young boy the day the meteor fell from the sky nearly hitting him in the head. He'd felt the 'swish' as it passed by his ear, almost like the sound of a bullet traveling at high speed. And for a moment, he'd actually thought that to be the case until realizing he'd not heard the rapport of a gun being fired. Turning, he saw where the earth had been impacted just behind him. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5464203052888241499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/x-is-for-xylem-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5464203052888241499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5464203052888241499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/x-is-for-xylem-1.html' title='X is for Xylem 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-5195875575022161244</id><published>2010-02-15T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:01:18.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xaemyl&apos;s Tale 1'/><title type='text'>Xaemyl's Tale 1</title><summary type='text'>He knew she wanted him.He had warned her, after all, as if his nature wasn't clear enough. He chuckled, a deep malignant sound.As if . . .She had known and she still wanted him.Today's world was so sweet. The cynicism of modern people made gathering his pleasure so much easier. No one believed in anything anymore. Even as recently as a century ago, the mere mention of his name made mortals </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5195875575022161244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/xaemyls-tale-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5195875575022161244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5195875575022161244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/xaemyls-tale-1.html' title='Xaemyl&apos;s Tale 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-1824963592259085779</id><published>2010-02-15T21:58:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:08:55.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong Room 5'/><title type='text'>Wrong Room 5</title><summary type='text'>"Fuck you," she whispered and grabbed the phone.Perry's one good eye looked past the air of the room and beyond into whatever eternity he had passed moments before."Fuck you!" she screamed at him and lashed out with her foot. The dead body slid sideways and slumped to the floor.Instead of calling 911, she pressed another button and held the phone to her ear. The phone on the other end of the line</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1824963592259085779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-room-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1824963592259085779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1824963592259085779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-room-5.html' title='Wrong Room 5'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-8980154174142771432</id><published>2010-02-15T21:58:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:08:31.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong Room 4'/><title type='text'>Wrong Room 4</title><summary type='text'>"...Was a copy right editor," Perry said coldly."Jesus Christ!" Mandy shouted at him, "Did you have to cut it so close?""My apologies, Amanda."She looked at Roy Bannon. A small, red hole in the center of his forehead oozed blood in a steady trickle. The room had turned a sick red color as blood coated the lampshade. His beady eyes were wide open and that funny little smile, curved in anticipation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8980154174142771432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-room-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8980154174142771432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8980154174142771432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wrong-room-4.html' title='Wrong Room 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-6422918751030948528</id><published>2010-02-15T21:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:04:37.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X is for Xylem 3'/><title type='text'>X is for Xylem 3</title><summary type='text'>Moments later, it again quivered, then shook in ecstasy as it poured it's fluid into her waiting mouth."Feed it! Feed it! Feed it!" the creature repeated.Twice nearly vomiting, Stacy scrambled over towards the clump that now sat on one of the tables. Opening her mouth, she allowed the dark thick sap-like fluid to pour from her mouth over the clump upon the table. She continued to spit until she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6422918751030948528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/x-is-for-xylem-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6422918751030948528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6422918751030948528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/x-is-for-xylem-3.html' title='X is for Xylem 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-3998959750505302775</id><published>2010-02-15T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:01:49.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xaemyl&apos;s Tale 2'/><title type='text'>Xaemyl's Tale 2</title><summary type='text'>The following day, he emailed her, asking her if she had a good night...What a fabulous invention email was! Any enterprising daemon took advantage of being able to spread his insidiousness as quickly as possible. It had been through the Internet that he'd located her... or she, him.Her reply was quick; confirming that she'd had the most delicious dream of him. He was amused that he knew her so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3998959750505302775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/xaemyls-tale-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/3998959750505302775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/3998959750505302775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/xaemyls-tale-2.html' title='Xaemyl&apos;s Tale 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-8118311569186909197</id><published>2010-02-15T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:00:04.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You are Mine'/><title type='text'>You are Mine</title><summary type='text'>That scraping sound on my windows again. I crawled off the bed with an effort, it is awfully cold. Flakes of rust came off the hinges as I forced the windows apart and cool air rushed in from the night and I hunch into my thin robe as far in as possible. The moon-washed backyard is empty, as I lean out of the sill to peer into the gloom. It's always the same, nothing. This has happened over a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8118311569186909197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-are-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8118311569186909197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8118311569186909197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-are-mine.html' title='You are Mine'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-6184579725098403696</id><published>2010-02-15T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:56:13.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Have The Right To Remain Silent 1'/><title type='text'>You Have The Right To Remain Silent 1</title><summary type='text'>CHAPTER 1Why do I constantly set that stupid alarm clock? Because I am a coward to take the day off. Oh by the way good morning I am Montana Jacobs and you'll be assigned to me and my partner Austin Tyler. Warning he isn't too happy that I was assigned as his partner so be prepared for some very hostile remarks towards me. Excuse my night clothes I have had this huge T - shirt since I graduated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6184579725098403696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-have-right-to-remain-silent-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6184579725098403696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6184579725098403696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-have-right-to-remain-silent-1.html' title='You Have The Right To Remain Silent 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-7020641780687194322</id><published>2010-02-15T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:57:18.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Have The Right To Remain Silent 2'/><title type='text'>You Have The Right To Remain Silent 2</title><summary type='text'>Austin could not believe what he had just witnessed. He hung his head down as tears ran down his face. "Montana I am sorry for how I treated you before." He told me."I never took you seriously Austin so don't worry about it." I told him feeling very sad for him.He was looking down at the ground. "I am sorry I made you cry the day you cut your arm." He told me walking to me and taking me in his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7020641780687194322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-have-right-to-remain-silent-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7020641780687194322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7020641780687194322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-have-right-to-remain-silent-2.html' title='You Have The Right To Remain Silent 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-4595913696712951105</id><published>2010-02-15T21:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:58:03.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Have The Right To Remain Silent 4'/><title type='text'>You Have The Right To Remain Silent 4</title><summary type='text'>"Wendy I warned you to stay off this bus and away from that driver." A mans voice whispered behind me."I am not Wendy." I told him trying to see his face but the hood and dark sun glasses kept me from seeing his face,I exited the bus and he was right behind me, I walked faster and so did he, I began to run and so did he and then he tackled me to the ground."I am sick of having to constantly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4595913696712951105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-have-right-to-remain-silent-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4595913696712951105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4595913696712951105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-have-right-to-remain-silent-4.html' title='You Have The Right To Remain Silent 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-7066418464989557554</id><published>2010-02-15T21:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:57:41.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Have The Right To Remain Silent 3'/><title type='text'>You Have The Right To Remain Silent 3</title><summary type='text'>"Sorry decapitation is a sensitive issue with me. Any memory of what was witnessed will be wiped away from their memories as soon as we leave." I told Austin calming down a little.We would sit under the tree at the house that was near the man made pond watching the sun set it was so peaceful. Anoki sat by Ricky in his infant swing cooing and laughing at Anoki as if he knew it was really his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7066418464989557554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-have-right-to-remain-silent-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7066418464989557554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7066418464989557554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-have-right-to-remain-silent-3.html' title='You Have The Right To Remain Silent 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-2811530547706672208</id><published>2010-02-15T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:53:37.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Looked So Familiar'/><title type='text'>You Looked So Familiar</title><summary type='text'>I had never met you. I was to meet you for dinner. But still you seemed familiar. You started as a whisper in my ear from a close friend a week earlier. I was given your first name, a name that silently aroused me; as that particular name always had. In my mind I saw you naked perched on a long mirror bathing, your dark hair resting around your shoulders. I saw your cheeks, your smile, and your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2811530547706672208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-looked-so-familiar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/2811530547706672208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/2811530547706672208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-looked-so-familiar.html' title='You Looked So Familiar'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-4616851840225224664</id><published>2010-02-15T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:58:35.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Have The Right To Remain Silent 5'/><title type='text'>You Have The Right To Remain Silent 5</title><summary type='text'>"Ok ladies start running or I will kill you both where you stand." He yelled at us.I began laughing. "Oh no please mister big bad man don't shoot us!" I told him mocking him to anger him.He became outraged. "You bitch!" he told me shooting me between my eyes. I hit the ground, he looked at Wynona. "Run or die whore." He yelled.She looked at him." I have a head ache you run." She told him chewing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4616851840225224664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-have-right-to-remain-silent-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4616851840225224664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4616851840225224664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-have-right-to-remain-silent-5.html' title='You Have The Right To Remain Silent 5'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-2289524152788065990</id><published>2010-02-15T21:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:24:58.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 15'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 15</title><summary type='text'>That was what my life was all about now, I realized. Death. Once again, I remembered the young lady with the dog, and the hooker on the street. Everything I'd said to Tanya about Michelle held true with them just as much, and yet I'd killed them both. And I'd enjoyed it. I'd taken away the lives they deserved to have, and I'd attempted to justify it by saying I needed to. It was true, I did need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2289524152788065990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/2289524152788065990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/2289524152788065990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-15.html' title='Young Blood 15'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-4335174864672196624</id><published>2010-02-15T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:24:28.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 14'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 14</title><summary type='text'>"Your kidding! You just think about looking like someone off the cover of Seventeen and boom?""Well, there's a bit more to it than that," she said rather cryptically. "You're kind of playing a part yourself."Naturally, I raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"She began looking intently at me. "Look at my eyes, Vincent. Look." She didn't have to tell me twice; it was pretty hard not to look at those eyes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4335174864672196624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4335174864672196624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4335174864672196624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-14.html' title='Young Blood 14'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-4647233946349482559</id><published>2010-02-15T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:24:06.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 13'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 13</title><summary type='text'>He took a couple seconds to look back and forth at the two of us before slowly rising up and saying, "Sure, no problem." With that, he stepped out the door and shut it behind him."If you want to talk to me," Michelle said, still clearly rather miffed with me, "you can at least have the decency to get out of that bed. It's fucking almost three 'o clock, for God's sake!""All right, but not until </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4647233946349482559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4647233946349482559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4647233946349482559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-13.html' title='Young Blood 13'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-6269128420168376021</id><published>2010-02-15T21:20:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:23:27.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 12'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 12</title><summary type='text'>It was a little after ten about a week later. I'd just gotten out of my evening shower and was contemplating whether to spend the next several hours studying or playing the PS2 or going down to have some fun with my friends. At least Larry was at another one of his frat parties, so I could go back to my actual dresser to get changed. I emerged from the bathroom into my dorm room, shut the door </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6269128420168376021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6269128420168376021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6269128420168376021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-12.html' title='Young Blood 12'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-1366739840777747251</id><published>2010-02-15T21:20:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:22:49.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 11'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 11</title><summary type='text'>That's when I noticed what the two of them were wearing: Fishnet body suits. That's all. Vanessa in red, Rachel in green. Like that really matters. The crisscrossed threads wrapped over the majority of their bodies, yet hid nothing, while still leaving their hairless pink pussies completely uncovered. "It's your lucky day, Vincent my boy!" said Rachel. "You just picked up two chicks for the price</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1366739840777747251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1366739840777747251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1366739840777747251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-11.html' title='Young Blood 11'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-9046263160845491163</id><published>2010-02-15T21:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:22:16.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 10'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 10</title><summary type='text'>Alicia collapsed into Elizabeth, who lay back giggling hard. I leaned back against the other end of the tub. I needed a minute or two before I was going to be able to move. "Well," I said, "that was... extreme."Elizabeth reached over and picked up a purple candle she'd had burning next to the tub the whole time. "Violet Passion," she purred. "Drives my girl here completely nuts!""You're not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9046263160845491163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/9046263160845491163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/9046263160845491163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-10.html' title='Young Blood 10'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-3554626834745035102</id><published>2010-02-15T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:21:57.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 9'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 9</title><summary type='text'>"You're saying you don't have any stance on it at all?"Nigel shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't care about humans, I just don't have much of an opinion of them." I didn't see how there was much of a difference, but I didn't say anything. He continued, "I guess it's just cause I've never met any living humans is all.""You're a pureborn?" I said as I set my empty glass down."Yeah,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3554626834745035102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/3554626834745035102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/3554626834745035102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-9.html' title='Young Blood 9'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-1842281967580749713</id><published>2010-02-15T21:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:20:41.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 8'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 8</title><summary type='text'>People began filing out of the ballroom. I still hadn't moved from my seat. I watched as Patrick moved to go offstage, which led him in Tanya's direction. Tanya had just finished putting out her cigarette and rose from her seat with that proud grin still pasted to her face. She took Patrick's arm and gave him a little peck on the cheek and walked off with him."That bitch," I heard Elizabeth </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1842281967580749713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1842281967580749713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1842281967580749713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-8.html' title='Young Blood 8'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-2461726480771042501</id><published>2010-02-15T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:20:07.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 7'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 7</title><summary type='text'>All at once she burst into tears and bolted."Alicia, wait!" I ran after her, past the stage curtain and back into the ballroom. She had already disappeared from my view.I was about to start searching for her, when suddenly a hand grabbed my by the collar and pulled me behind the bigger curtain again. The next thing I knew, someone had me in a serious lip-lock, and I didn't have to wait until she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2461726480771042501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/2461726480771042501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/2461726480771042501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-7.html' title='Young Blood 7'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-9029714744779088868</id><published>2010-02-15T21:17:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:19:46.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 6'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 6</title><summary type='text'>Things kind of smoothed over for a while over the next few weeks. I adjusted rather quickly to a life of drinking blood and staying up late. Shortly after Alicia was turned, I introduced her to the SVA as well. As time went by, I became less and less sorry about what I had done to her; it began to feel like this was meant to happen. She and I were closer now than we ever had been. Well, in some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9029714744779088868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/9029714744779088868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/9029714744779088868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-6.html' title='Young Blood 6'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-4987311039337147009</id><published>2010-02-15T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:19:16.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 5'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 5</title><summary type='text'>For a moment there was nothing. Then, "What's happened to me?"I hung my head. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to do this to you."I heard some shuffling, like someone standing up who had been seated, and the curtain opened. Alicia stood before me in her wet, glistening nudity, her mouth open for me to see her two elongated teeth, still red with Julie's blood. I'd never seen this kind of fear in her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4987311039337147009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4987311039337147009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4987311039337147009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-5.html' title='Young Blood 5'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-8487063674191584642</id><published>2010-02-15T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:16:46.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 1'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 1</title><summary type='text'>People say that college is the time and place for everything. I'm here to tell you that the people who say that have no idea. For me, college has been the time and place for absolutely everything, whether I liked it or not.My name is Vincent.And by sunrise I intend to be dead.Better that than to live forever the way I live now. Michelle got lucky, but I can't stand seeing people I care about put </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8487063674191584642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8487063674191584642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8487063674191584642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-1.html' title='Young Blood 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-5226308961324526885</id><published>2010-02-15T21:14:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:18:02.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 4'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 4</title><summary type='text'>"Welcome aboard, buddy," said Nigel."Where does all this stuff come from?" I asked as I lowered the glass from my mouth."Not all blood banks send their shipments to hospitals, you know," said Nigel with a cocked eyebrow. "We actually own some of them.""Hey, Nigel," said Elizabeth as she brought her empty glass down, "is Patrick in the office?""Last I saw him, that's where he was going.""Who's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5226308961324526885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5226308961324526885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5226308961324526885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-4.html' title='Young Blood 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-1903370678254319583</id><published>2010-02-15T21:14:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:17:40.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 3'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 3</title><summary type='text'>Experts say that when somebody experiences something traumatic, there is a series of psychological phases that the individual goes through. For instance, after the initial shock comes the denial. Believe me, finding out you're a vampire definitely qualifies as something traumatic. And that was definitely the psychological phase I moved into after the initial shock.I woke up late the next morning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1903370678254319583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1903370678254319583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1903370678254319583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-3.html' title='Young Blood 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-4533278591645330300</id><published>2010-02-15T21:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:17:06.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Blood 2'/><title type='text'>Young Blood 2</title><summary type='text'>Blood.I began to scream, the handful of red liquid dropping from my cupped hands, yet leaving them deeply stained. As my panic began to rise, so too did the current. The blood level of the river was rising, and pushing me harder and harder. My feet slipped away from whatever was beneath them. I was being carried along helplessly in a morbid river, to God only knew where. I didn't want to know. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4533278591645330300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4533278591645330300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4533278591645330300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-blood-2.html' title='Young Blood 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-9066104343541948510</id><published>2010-02-15T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:15:23.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Cannibals'/><title type='text'>Young Cannibals</title><summary type='text'>He sat naked in the old clawed feet bathtub chewing on the Tootsie-row. Chocolate spills down from the corner of his mouth fusing with his stringy black hair plastered to his cheeks. He hears laughter in the living room from the party that has gone on far too long. A phone rings, his two friends that have traveled far with him comes in. The female glares at him and hands him the phone,“Tell him!”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9066104343541948510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-cannibals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/9066104343541948510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/9066104343541948510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-cannibals.html' title='Young Cannibals'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-8609887110302350834</id><published>2010-02-15T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:12:40.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Dark Tale From Japan 1'/><title type='text'>A Dark Tale From Japan 1</title><summary type='text'>ONE"KAZUKO, WAKE UP!"Kazuko woke up with a start, sweating profusely. He was not sure whether he was dreaming or sleeping. He gripped his head, attempting to recover from the sudden rush of blood in his head. Slowly, he began to regain focus, recognizing his new bedroom. There was a shelf of books, a window, a television, and a desk with a stack papers on top, and a lamp. He saw his father </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8609887110302350834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/dark-tale-from-japan-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8609887110302350834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8609887110302350834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/dark-tale-from-japan-1.html' title='A Dark Tale From Japan 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-6096143216604030744</id><published>2010-02-15T21:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:13:55.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Dark Tale From Japan 4'/><title type='text'>A Dark Tale From Japan 4</title><summary type='text'>"Kasumi are you o.k.?" Shigeru asked, he'd heard the creams from down stairs and thought his wife might have hurt herself.Kasumi panicked as she heard Shigeru voice, she'd been so caught up in the intense sexual moment she'd forgotten Shigeru was downstairs, she pushed her son away from her his Cock slipping from her wet pussy as she got out the shower."Yes Dear I'm fine," Kasumi replied."It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6096143216604030744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/dark-tale-from-japan-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6096143216604030744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6096143216604030744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/dark-tale-from-japan-4.html' title='A Dark Tale From Japan 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-6121129363391392895</id><published>2010-02-15T21:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:13:22.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Dark Tale From Japan 3'/><title type='text'>A Dark Tale From Japan 3</title><summary type='text'>TREEKazuko finally emerged from his bedroom several hours later after a lengthy masturbating session, he strolled to the bathroom for a shower then went downstairs, he found his father sitting in the kitchen doing some paper work."Hey dad, where's mom?""Hi Son, your mothers gone out for a walk and get some fresh air,"Kazuko was surprised his mother could walk anywhere after the pussy licking he'd</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6121129363391392895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/dark-tale-from-japan-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6121129363391392895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6121129363391392895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/dark-tale-from-japan-3.html' title='A Dark Tale From Japan 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-8972880849791570212</id><published>2010-02-15T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:13:03.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Dark Tale From Japan 2'/><title type='text'>A Dark Tale From Japan 2</title><summary type='text'>Finally stepping from the shower, she toweled down and, in a fit of giggly boldness, walked the eight feet from the bathroom to her bedroom in the nude, feeling invigorated as the air whipped at her naked body. Walking to her closet, she looked at her bed. Before changing her dress she decided to made her bed.By the time Kazuko returned back to home it was past 1:00 PM. He walked into the house </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8972880849791570212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/dark-tale-from-japan-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8972880849791570212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8972880849791570212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/dark-tale-from-japan-2.html' title='A Dark Tale From Japan 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-4161242421811284925</id><published>2010-02-15T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:10:28.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombie Love'/><title type='text'>Zombie Love</title><summary type='text'>Along the river-front factories sat aged and worn. Workers had long ago given up trying to find work there. Even animals avoided these ruins of industry. What weeds did grow, did so grudgingly. Occasionally a bird would settle to rest while flowing overhead, but the tremors of evil would drive it away. Now only the dead could find solace in this environment.***Rachel strutted purposely towards </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4161242421811284925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/zombie-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4161242421811284925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4161242421811284925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/zombie-love.html' title='Zombie Love'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-5512913186776135300</id><published>2010-01-17T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:07:36.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombie Lust'/><title type='text'>Zombie Lust</title><summary type='text'>I was walking home from a friend's graduation party and I admit I was more than a little drunk. But hey, I was eighteen, a young, good-looking female, and if I wanted to party, I partied.But that night would be a night I would never forget. I was so tired I just wanted to go home and get some sleep. I had to make a choice, cut through the graveyard and get home in half the time, or go all the way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5512913186776135300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/zombie-lust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5512913186776135300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5512913186776135300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/zombie-lust.html' title='Zombie Lust'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-8614157799083786442</id><published>2009-11-21T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:56:11.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE BLACK CAT'/><title type='text'>THE BLACK CAT</title><summary type='text'>If there was one animal that Sydney disliked more than another it was a cat. Not that he was not fond of animals in a general way--for he had a distinct affection for an aged retriever that had formerly been his--but somehow a cat seemed to arouse all that was worst in him. It always appeared to him that if he had passed through some previous stage of existence, he must have been a mouse or a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8614157799083786442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8614157799083786442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8614157799083786442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-cat.html' title='THE BLACK CAT'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-7866106202410974087</id><published>2009-11-21T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:55:31.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE ASH TREE'/><title type='text'>THE ASH-TREE</title><summary type='text'>Everyone who has travelled over Eastern England knows the smaller country-houses with which it is studded--the rather dank little buildings, usually in the Italian style, surrounded with parks of some eighty to a hundred acres. For me they have always had a very strong attraction, with the grey paling of split oak, the noble trees, the meres with their reed-beds, and the line of distant woods. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7866106202410974087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/ash-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7866106202410974087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7866106202410974087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/ash-tree.html' title='THE ASH-TREE'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-1718031157531801450</id><published>2009-11-21T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:31:39.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadow Lane'/><title type='text'>Shadow Lane</title><summary type='text'>Growing up in the country is generally fun and relaxing, and with my mom and me as the only ones in our household, it was also liberating.Â  During the week she worked at the diner in town from seven until eight, when she was home she slept.Â  On the weekends she worked the bars for women, as a call girl deluxe.Â  She was in her mid thirties and still attractive, and burned on men by my dad who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1718031157531801450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/shadow-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1718031157531801450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1718031157531801450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/shadow-lane.html' title='Shadow Lane'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-4056558839097691870</id><published>2009-11-21T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:30:45.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willow'/><title type='text'>Willow</title><summary type='text'>I have always been here.From the beginning I, one of the elder goddesses have walked the earth.Â Magic is my domain, and woman is the portal from which that magic enters this realm.Â Great powers are unleashed through sex. greater still, blood magic, is released by an act of defloration.When man first came to this land I hid myself and my secrets in the form of this willow tree.Â Eventually, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4056558839097691870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/willow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4056558839097691870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4056558839097691870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/willow.html' title='Willow'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-9175133408463062557</id><published>2009-11-21T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:29:43.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Sexy Phantom Ch 02'/><title type='text'>My Sexy Phantom Ch 02</title><summary type='text'>It was a wonderful day in her world. Once again there was peace and a feeling of tranquility that warmed her all over. Days like these made her feel good about being alive, knowing that everything was right in the world. Like that tingly feeling you get after you bite into a particularly wonderful chocolate truffle."Well, Mandy, just pick one already." she said, laughing into her phone. Her cat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9175133408463062557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-sexy-phantom-ch-02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/9175133408463062557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/9175133408463062557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-sexy-phantom-ch-02.html' title='My Sexy Phantom Ch 02'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-404910564611927190</id><published>2009-11-21T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:27:55.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning'/><title type='text'>Morning</title><summary type='text'>In the dark entryway to the room, Danny could see the outline of his beloved wife, Erin, staring at him. As she walked towards him, he acquired a much better view of her clothing. She wore black heels, on her sweet feet. A flared purple and black plaid skirt hugged her waist, and glided effortlessly on the air it moved through. For her top, she wore a black corset, tightly tied, advertising her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/404910564611927190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/404910564611927190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/404910564611927190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-4570532797900967870</id><published>2009-11-21T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:25:34.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subversion of the Senshi Part 2  Ami'/><title type='text'>Subversion of the Senshi Part 2  Ami</title><summary type='text'>â€œMinako-san?â€â€œIn here, Ami-chan,â€ came Minakoâ€™s voice, fluttering out the living room.Walking in the room, she saw Minako sitting on the couch, hunched over a cup of tea. â€œWhere have you been? Weâ€™ve all been so worried about you!â€ cried Ami.â€œI just had to get away for a while, do some thinking,â€ she replied airily.Minako lifted her gaze and met Amiâ€™s. Ami suddenly felt a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4570532797900967870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/subversion-of-senshi-part-2-ami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4570532797900967870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4570532797900967870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/subversion-of-senshi-part-2-ami.html' title='Subversion of the Senshi Part 2  Ami'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-1837382310567950574</id><published>2009-11-21T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:53:20.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AFTERWARD'/><title type='text'>AFTERWARD</title><summary type='text'>I"Oh, there is one, of course, but you'll never know it."The assertion, laughingly flung out six months earlier in a bright June garden, came back to Mary Boyne with a sharp perception of its latent significance as she stood, in the December dusk, waiting for the lamps to be brought into the library.The words had been spoken by their friend Alida Stair, as they sat at tea on her lawn at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1837382310567950574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/ring-chapter-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1837382310567950574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1837382310567950574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/ring-chapter-two.html' title='AFTERWARD'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-2197272138041027279</id><published>2009-11-21T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:24:18.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moon Touched'/><title type='text'>Moon-Touched</title><summary type='text'>Vince began to walk, a smooth and eerily predatory gait rolling out of his every stride. He put his hands in his pockets and tossed the hair out of his face as he patted the dew off his black leather trenchcoat.As he reached the edge of the pond, he bent over, the moonâ€™s glow giving his eyes light to glimpse his reflection. A handsome, broad face gazed back at him. The face possessed a stout, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2197272138041027279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/moon-touched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/2197272138041027279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/2197272138041027279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/moon-touched.html' title='Moon-Touched'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-7913827368821639074</id><published>2009-11-21T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:20:53.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Nightmare On Elm Street 9 Freddy Never Sleeps'/><title type='text'>A Nightmare On Elm Street 9 Freddy Never Sleeps</title><summary type='text'>So wet was she now, she paused for a moment. Something hot and sticky was actually beginning to run down the inside of her thighs. Tossing back the coverlet she switched-on the bedside light and stared in disbelief. Her panties were soaking and even as she watched, another trickle followed its predecessor down the inside of her leg. She lifted the waistband and could not suppress a cry. Cum, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7913827368821639074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/nightmare-on-elm-street-9-freddy-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7913827368821639074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7913827368821639074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/nightmare-on-elm-street-9-freddy-never.html' title='A Nightmare On Elm Street 9 Freddy Never Sleeps'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-5902961532924032736</id><published>2009-11-21T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:19:13.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night out'/><title type='text'>Night out</title><summary type='text'>â€œThe night is black, the clouds are back.From the heights, a shadowed heart waits.â€ â€“ Unknown writer.Â That guy knew what he was writing. The night is black, but not so much so that the moon cannot illuminate the noisy city. Ah, cities, with their dense smell of a hurrying population always running after time, people who will never look twice at each other except, perhaps, to eye a beauty â</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5902961532924032736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/night-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5902961532924032736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5902961532924032736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/night-out.html' title='Night out'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-5328325760461136841</id><published>2009-11-21T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:18:05.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Possessed By the Devil'/><title type='text'>Possessed By the Devil</title><summary type='text'>The darkest parts of the old country still haunt me.Â  Outside of the small village of Peruses near the Romanian border was where I grew up with my mother and two aunts and a cousin that was odd in the head.Â We lived on a small farm nestled snuggly between two large dense parts of the forest.Â  Our only way to survive was to grow our own food and be used by anyone who could pay for it.Â My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5328325760461136841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/possessed-by-devil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5328325760461136841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5328325760461136841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/possessed-by-devil.html' title='Possessed By the Devil'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-3355584935804723289</id><published>2009-11-21T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:16:15.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elf Princess'/><title type='text'>Elf Princess</title><summary type='text'>With jowls slobbering even more then usual Umag stared from his hiding place at the tall willowy elf maiden. As his brain registered and stored what his yellow orbed eyes saw a burning itch grew between his short but powerfully built legs. In the past he had pleasured himself upon many a female of the puny humans that he and his kind were in a constant state of war with. None of them though had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3355584935804723289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/elf-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/3355584935804723289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/3355584935804723289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/elf-princess.html' title='Elf Princess'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-6306284536406751766</id><published>2009-11-21T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:09:49.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah And The Clods  Chapter One'/><title type='text'>Sarah And The Clods  Chapter One</title><summary type='text'>Inevitably, the conversation turned to sex. Well, what else do you expect when you get four attractive young couples together and lubricate them well with adult beverages? Chances are that the subjects of religion and politics will give way to sex. Surprisingly, it was Sarah who steered the conversation away from national politics, and she did it by asking us all a brutally simple question.But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6306284536406751766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/sarah-and-clods-chapter-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6306284536406751766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6306284536406751766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/sarah-and-clods-chapter-one.html' title='Sarah And The Clods  Chapter One'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-1493499398226857716</id><published>2009-11-21T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:55:24.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightfir'/><title type='text'>Nightfire</title><summary type='text'>Chapter 1It Was A Cold Windy November Afternoon and Melissa Just Got Home From Working Around The City Cleaning The Gardens, She Was Exausted From Work And Needed To Relax, She Put Some Music On, Got Out Of Her Work Clothes And Ran A Hot Bath And Pour Herself A Glass Of Red Wine, She Had Put the Glass On The Bench Next To The Bath And Got In, Melissa Had Needed To Relax, Her Work Had Got Her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1493499398226857716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/nightfire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1493499398226857716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1493499398226857716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/nightfire.html' title='Nightfire'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-5314913215369713452</id><published>2009-11-21T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:54:49.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extraterrestrial Love'/><title type='text'>THE ANGEL OF THE ODD</title><summary type='text'>It was a chilly November afternoon. I had just consummated an unusually hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic truffe formed not the least important item, and was sitting alone in the dining-room with my feet upon the fender and at my elbow a small table which I had rolled up to the fire, and upon which were some apologies for dessert, with some miscellaneous bottles of wine, spirit, and liqueur. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5314913215369713452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/extraterrestrial-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5314913215369713452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5314913215369713452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/extraterrestrial-love.html' title='THE ANGEL OF THE ODD'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-268563724189156975</id><published>2009-11-21T00:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:37:02.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires Kiss'/><title type='text'>Vampires Kiss</title><summary type='text'>Anyways she wasn't super smart, but she was smart, yet she always asked me to help tuter her because she just couldn't figure out the hard stuff easily and since every1 says I'm the smartest guy in the class she came to me. And I agreed to it too. I met her at her House, wich was lucky of her to have so close to colledge, it was a nice house, but it seemed to have a lonely effect on it. Anyways I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/268563724189156975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/vampires-kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/268563724189156975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/268563724189156975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/vampires-kiss.html' title='Vampires Kiss'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-6944924281839488641</id><published>2009-11-21T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:12:01.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picking Up the Wrong Girl'/><title type='text'>Picking Up the Wrong Girl</title><summary type='text'>As he watched she slowed stopped and started looking in the window of a jewelry store. A Goth chick, Charlie thought. Those were usually good for an evening of fun. He had driven passed her and made a U-turn in the middle of the street and pulled up in front of the store where she was looking through the display in the window. Charlie couldn't see much from behind but the customers and sales </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6944924281839488641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/picking-up-wrong-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6944924281839488641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6944924281839488641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/picking-up-wrong-girl.html' title='Picking Up the Wrong Girl'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-999611927239956716</id><published>2009-08-15T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:25:31.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Subversion of the Senshi Part 1 Minako'/><title type='text'>Subversion of the Senshi Part 1 - Minako</title><summary type='text'>Ami was the only one who seemed even halfway aware of how much she really wanted to get into a good high school. Sure, learning wasn’t her thing, but she had always loved seeing the performances of the high school kids at the theater. Minako had recently finished a sampler course in theater; the only problem was the school she really wanted into was highly selective about their applicants. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/999611927239956716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/subversion-of-senshi-part-1-minako.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/999611927239956716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/999611927239956716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/subversion-of-senshi-part-1-minako.html' title='Subversion of the Senshi Part 1 - Minako'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-2395225206141791485</id><published>2009-08-15T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:21:29.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Wish Upon A Star'/><title type='text'>A Wish Upon A Star</title><summary type='text'>I then went into my house, stripped for bed. Turning to the mirror I found myself sighing at the sight of myself. Being only 5' 3", extremely petite for that height as well and weighing in at 124 lb. and gifted with a D cup bust, most would think I would be proud of my body. Sorry to say, I am not. Even my shortly cut golden auburn hair, and my dark blue to violet eyes would make most women </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2395225206141791485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/wish-upon-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/2395225206141791485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/2395225206141791485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/wish-upon-star.html' title='A Wish Upon A Star'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-6577300436318636640</id><published>2009-08-15T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:25:12.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Blood of Selena'/><title type='text'>The Blood of Selena: A Tale of Love, Desire, Betrayal, and Blood.</title><summary type='text'>Chapter 1: The Sorority Family  Selena! Wake up! Come on! It's time for class! You're going to be late!” She looks around wondering who's calling her body constricted in movement by her bed sheets, her body covered in silk and satin. She looks over the edge of her bed to the floor below her seeing her roommate and smiles nodding to her. I'll be right down!! I need to get ready first.” she slowly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6577300436318636640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/blood-of-selena-tale-of-love-desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6577300436318636640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6577300436318636640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/blood-of-selena-tale-of-love-desire.html' title='The Blood of Selena: A Tale of Love, Desire, Betrayal, and Blood.'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-7515113840345301743</id><published>2009-08-15T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:19:02.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunting Women'/><title type='text'>Haunting Women</title><summary type='text'>I'd live in this small Texas town my entire life and this road was a strange looking road. Maybe there had been places in my town I'd never seen. Only owls and other strange birds could be heard up in the high trees as I walked slowly shivering feel so cold. I kept my arms crossed as I walked and my head down.   It must have been over twenty minutes until I finally saw people. They were hard to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7515113840345301743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/haunting-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7515113840345301743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7515113840345301743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/haunting-women.html' title='Haunting Women'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-8567588466195299658</id><published>2009-08-15T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:18:10.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City At Night'/><title type='text'>City At Night</title><summary type='text'>The wave of sound and light hit her senses all at once, stirring her deep inside- exhilarating. Leila handed her jacket to one of the other bouncers, and walked down the steps towards the dance floor. The wild throes of the crowd moved in unusual synchronization with the pounding trance beats, bodies rubbing up against each other in the most sexual manner possible in a public arena. She took a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8567588466195299658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/city-at-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8567588466195299658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8567588466195299658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/city-at-night.html' title='City At Night'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-4712384635716283694</id><published>2009-08-15T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:17:06.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Take My Breath Away'/><title type='text'>Take My Breath Away</title><summary type='text'>Getting back to his feet he felt dizzy as he gathered his blanket from the sand. The beautiful humming continued but he didn't seem to see who it was. As he started to walk back to his car, the humming got louder making him turn around instantly. What he saw was a girl in the water. He was puzzled as to why a girl would be all alone in the sea this time of night. He put his blanket in his car and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4712384635716283694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-my-breath-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4712384635716283694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4712384635716283694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-my-breath-away.html' title='Take My Breath Away'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-8728676385913454442</id><published>2009-08-15T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:14:19.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Remote'/><title type='text'>The Remote</title><summary type='text'>Every thing froze once again as I got up and quickly walked over to her seat. I first reached out and began massaging her breasts, to my surprise and joy her nipples became very erect. I removed her top and exposed her black bra, I reached around her and uncliped her bra letting her tits fall free. I moved my attention to her pants I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her skin tight jeans and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8728676385913454442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/remote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8728676385913454442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/8728676385913454442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/remote.html' title='The Remote'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-6984720362889281972</id><published>2009-08-15T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:15:23.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Metamorphosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part 1'/><title type='text'>The Metamorphosis, Part 1</title><summary type='text'>Who are you!” Justin spat, his heart racing. What are you--!” But he stopped, as not only did her mouth move as his, her voice was the only one he could hear. He stared at the girl for about a minute, and held up three fingers. She did the same, and he began to smile a little. What a weird dream...” he said in a small, high voice. Suddenly, his attention was drawn away from the girl as a knock </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6984720362889281972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/metamorphosis-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6984720362889281972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/6984720362889281972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/metamorphosis-part-1.html' title='The Metamorphosis, Part 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-858437147474648180</id><published>2009-08-15T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:13:27.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Send Me An Angel'/><title type='text'>Send Me An Angel</title><summary type='text'>The beauty just put her book down and looked around her surroundings. Her blue eyes sparkled as she found herself daydreaming. He knew she must have been daydreaming about something special. The glow of her face said it all. Maybe it was that one young man she was secretly in love with in her English lit class who had no idea she even existed or it could have been the fantasy where she is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/858437147474648180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/send-me-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/858437147474648180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/858437147474648180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/send-me-angel.html' title='Send Me An Angel'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-581418954069140380</id><published>2009-08-15T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:25:43.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seduction by a Familiar Stranger Part III'/><title type='text'>Seduction by a Familiar Stranger - Part III</title><summary type='text'>My love, I'm a vampire now, and last night, I made you one also.” He looked up quickly into her face and was rewarded with another blank, blinking stare. She coughed and swallowed then one eyebrow went up.  What” She managed. He pulled her hands up and kissed each one.   I know, it sounds ridiculous, but it's true. It happened and I don't remember how, although I suspect it was that last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/581418954069140380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/seduction-by-familiar-stranger-part-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/581418954069140380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/581418954069140380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/seduction-by-familiar-stranger-part-iii.html' title='Seduction by a Familiar Stranger - Part III'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-2680485636496178375</id><published>2009-08-15T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:10:13.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extraterrestrial Love'/><title type='text'>Extraterrestrial Love</title><summary type='text'>Not being able to have children was one of the main reasons for our divorce. Sometimes I felt guilty, yet other times I felt lucky to finally be alone. Marriage was beautiful at first, but then it lost all its purpose when the idea of family came up. As a little girl, I always envisioned marriage to be unconditional love between two people. A marriage was supposed to be respect and loyalty. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2680485636496178375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/extraterrestrial-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/2680485636496178375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/2680485636496178375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/extraterrestrial-love.html' title='Extraterrestrial Love'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-1390486649012874191</id><published>2009-08-15T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:16:32.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Crossroads Part 4'/><title type='text'>The Crossroads - Part 4</title><summary type='text'>"Yes, Dawn. Plant it deep inside you." His words hissed in her ear, as she slowly began working herself up and down in his huge erection. As they sat in the office chair, behind the teacher's desk, Dawn began sliding herself up and down the long, firm shaft of this huge vein-covered cock that pertruded so deep into her. The man kissed along her flesh, before tilting his head back to enjoy the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1390486649012874191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/crossroads-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1390486649012874191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1390486649012874191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/crossroads-part-4.html' title='The Crossroads - Part 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-4656580381423315168</id><published>2009-08-15T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:15:32.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ring Chapter Two'/><title type='text'>The Ring - Chapter Two</title><summary type='text'>Samantha was wearing her nightclothes, and that wasn't much. She always liked sleeping in one of my old t-shirts from high school. It used fit her almost like a dress, but now that she is older and taller, it doesn't even cover her panties. Her mother and I have always insisted that we all be open with each other, after all, we're family. So it was nothing for my children to walk around the house</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4656580381423315168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/ring-chapter-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4656580381423315168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4656580381423315168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/ring-chapter-two.html' title='The Ring - Chapter Two'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-5069661413134303453</id><published>2009-08-15T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:17:36.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Crossroads  Part 3'/><title type='text'>The Crossroads - Part 3</title><summary type='text'>Unknown to Paris, it was the same beautiful man that had earlier approached Holly. Both intreagued and in fear, she watched as he confidently and with no fear, walked amidst the demons. His eyes were locked on hers with an unwavering intensity. Before she knew it, he had reached her.  "Paris Kline, you seem to have found yourself in a highly questionable situation." He said, their surroundings </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5069661413134303453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/crossroads-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5069661413134303453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/5069661413134303453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/crossroads-part-3.html' title='The Crossroads - Part 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-7304208683447809474</id><published>2009-08-15T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:05:46.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Ring'/><title type='text'>The Ring</title><summary type='text'>Hold on a minute, you've been following me” I spoke accusingly.  Yes Sir, in the wrong hands, this ring will bring nothing more than pain. I had to do some research before I declared the next barer of this … this truly magnificent gift. Please, do not fear me, I mean you no harm. I only wish to bring you satisfaction and happiness. Now please, place this ring on your right hand, third finger.”  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7304208683447809474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/ring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7304208683447809474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/7304208683447809474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/ring.html' title='The Ring'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-4385778633714470197</id><published>2009-08-15T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:24:08.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Crossroads Part 2'/><title type='text'>The Crossroads - Part 2</title><summary type='text'>"Alot." He said, smiling at her.  "Alot of what" She said, lost.  "It has alot to do with you." He grinned wider, deliberately informing her that he knew everything that was going through her mind. "I've been watching you for awhile, Holly, and I've got to tell you. I'm quite impressed with you're work." He continued grinning, pausing only to sip at the drink beside his plate. "You're quite a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4385778633714470197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/crossroads-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4385778633714470197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/4385778633714470197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/crossroads-part-2.html' title='The Crossroads - Part 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-1793867037890694272</id><published>2009-08-15T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:01:32.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Crossroads'/><title type='text'>The Crossroads</title><summary type='text'>It was highly immoral acts such as this, that would ultimately be the end of Holly. What she didn't know was that the karmic wheel was spinning, and she was about to get more than what she deserved.  "Look at that slut!" Paris said, standing beside her closest friend, Dawn. "She's always thought she was the hottest thing in town." She hissed, as she held her books and walked out of the main </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1793867037890694272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/crossroads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1793867037890694272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/1793867037890694272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/crossroads.html' title='The Crossroads'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-3799825306275888578</id><published>2009-08-15T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:00:29.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Gift'/><title type='text'>The Gift</title><summary type='text'>It was near the end of the school year. Sitting in sophomore Spanish, there was this one girl no one could keep their eyes off of. She was gorgeous and she knew it. Great facial features, two firm grapefruit sized breasts, hourglass waist, and a very shapely ass. She always wore make-up and clothing that accented her just enough to make her standout, but not enough to make her look like a whore. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3799825306275888578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/3799825306275888578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/3799825306275888578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/gift.html' title='The Gift'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-255544822483921299</id><published>2009-08-15T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:26:12.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Him Pt 1'/><title type='text'>Him - Pt. 1</title><summary type='text'>We were sitting around in Mark's garage, with the door open, as it was a beautiful night. Jenni was on her way back to the card table we had set up, with another round of beer when she spied an old dust covered oui ja board sitting on a shelf.  Jenni picked it up and brought it with her. "Hey,who's up for this" She asked.  We all laughed and joked about it, thinking it might be a kick. Odd what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/feeds/255544822483921299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/him-pt-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/255544822483921299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029754753689956090/posts/default/255544822483921299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedsupernaturalstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/him-pt-1.html' title='Him - Pt. 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029754753689956090.post-1333702807177384231</id><published>2009-08-15T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:28:38.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seduction by a Familiar Stranger Part II'/><title type='text'>Seduction by a Familiar Stranger - Part II</title><summary type='text'>Yes, my love. I'm home,” he said softly, almost emotionlessly. This struck her as odd, but she was beyond caring right now. She squealed in joy and fell down on top of him with a hug and kisses all over his face. He laughed gently and rubbed her bare back with his other hand, holding her neck with the other, so he can lean up and kiss her.  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