<?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-3327302401824722486</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:52:59.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Olive Branches</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-895779023434116023</id><published>2008-08-20T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:52:53.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARD MASTER~PART THREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sam jumped to the left and drew her sword.  The ogre whirled around and tried to grab her but missed.  "Run, you silly human!"  Aussie squeaked.  Sam twirled on her heels and ran.  She felt addrenilin (how do you spell it?) rush through her veins as she raced through the woods.  The orge lumbered after her roaring like crazy.  She ducked under branches and jumped over logs.  Aussie was creaming out instructions; "DIVE TO THE LEFT! STOP GRUNTING!"  She screamed.  "Shut up!"  Sam snapped.  She suddenly tripped over a hidden string and fell onto the leaf covered ground.  THWIP!  She'd sprung a trap!! A net swallowed her and lifted high up in the trees.   "No!"  She cried.  Aussie blew a strand of her bright red hair out of her eyes.  "Hang on, I'll cut you out!"  She whispered.  Sam's sword was lying uselessly on the ground below her and the ogre was coming closer.  It lumbered up to the net and stuck its fingers through the knitting.  It pulled the net and Sam close to its face and chuckled.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, breakfast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"  His voice rumbled.  Sam knew she was doomed.  "&lt;em&gt;HEEYA!!"  &lt;/em&gt;Aussie cut the knot holding the net together and Sam fell to the ground.  She scooped up her sword and stabbed the ogres smelly foot.  "ROAR!!"  The ogre screeched and ran away like a beat dog.  "Hah! Take that, you fat sausage!"  Aussie cried with triumph.  The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-895779023434116023?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/895779023434116023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=895779023434116023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/895779023434116023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/895779023434116023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2008/08/shard-masterpart-three.html' title='SHARD MASTER~PART THREE'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-6472500707507771013</id><published>2008-08-18T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:20:25.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARD MASTER~PART TWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sam stared at the fairy for several long minutes.  She was stuck in the little jar with a heavy book over the top.  "Do you need a little help?"  She asked.  The fairy stared at her for a minute.  "No, I do not need a humans help."  She stabbed the book above her and grunted when her dagger got stuck.  Sam giggled and sheathed her sword.  "Fine, I do need a little help."  The fairy snapped.  Sam lifted the heavy book and the fairy flew out with glee.  "Finally! I'm free!"  She took a deep breath and sighed with relief.  "Thank you, brave human."  She said with a bow.  "No problem."  Sam said with a curtsy.  The fairy jerked suddenly and perked up her pointy ears.  "What? What's wrong?"  Sam asked.  She grabbed her sword and pulled it out of its sheath.  "It's the ogre! We must hurry!!"  Thefairy squeaked.  Sam snatched her up in her hand and pulled her tiny dagger out of the book.  Sam burst out the door and into the sunlight.  "We have to hurry before the orge.....!!"  The fairy gasped and Sam looked up.  There stod the orge, dripping and drooling down at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"RUUUUUUUN!!"  ~To Be Continued~  Hannah and Neva: PLEASE WRITE SOOOOOON!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-6472500707507771013?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/6472500707507771013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=6472500707507771013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/6472500707507771013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/6472500707507771013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2008/08/shard-masterpart-two.html' title='SHARD MASTER~PART TWO'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-5578912338107046896</id><published>2008-08-14T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:21:24.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY!! (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey, guys! I'm soooo sorry I haven't posted for so long!! I'll be better about blogging, I promise!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here's a story clip for ya'll! ENJOY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;SHARD~MASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Samantha ducked under the low tree branch and tip-toed to the small cottage.  She fingered her sword's hilt and knew she'd have to use it if Grish the Orge was home.  Her heart raced as she stood before the door.  She gently pushed it open and peeked in.  A messy sight met her eyes and a horried smell filled her nostrils.  THe cottage was piled high with junk and knick-knacks.  Books, rusty swords, more books, pots, pans, more books, bloody clothing......Samantha froze with horror.  BLOODY CLOTHES?!?  Her stomach rolled and she fet like spewing.  Suddenly she heard a soft thumping.  She drew her sword with fright.  She saw nothing but the orgers mess.  But what was that thumping?  She heard a tiny voice saying; "I'm not going to let that smelly ogre eat me, Princess Aussie of the Fiaries!!"  Sam stepped further in, but she kept her sword drawn.  Ogres were very tricky.  She peeped around a pile of books with caution.  There, in a jar covered by a thick book, was a tiny fairy.  The fairy was only about as tall as Sam's indez finger and she was hloding her dagger with strong hands.  Her eyes were a wild daisy yellow and pretty freckles dotted her face.  Her frizzy red hair puffed out but was still very beautiful.  She glared at Sam for a few long moments.  "Are you here togawk at me or save me, human?"  Sam was taken aback. "Excuse me?"  She asked.  "You heard me.....Oh, never mind!!"  ~To be continued~ M.A.F hope ya like it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-5578912338107046896?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/5578912338107046896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=5578912338107046896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5578912338107046896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5578912338107046896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry-again.html' title='SORRY!! (again)'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-8605301868954474266</id><published>2008-03-14T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T12:53:25.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Vidia~Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dimitri, hide yourself!"  Vidia snatched up her things and headed for the open window.  "Princess, please, don't get into trouble!"  Dimitri whispered.  Vidia swung her legs over the wooden sill, then jumped.  She landed quite smoothly, although her right ankle smarted.  She limped into the stables.  "Riku! Riku, show yourself!"  Vidia ordered.  Riku appeared from inside a horses stall. "Yes, My Lady?"  He asked.  His long, straight blonde hair was a bit ruffled, but he still made Vidia's heart skip a beat when he smiled so innocently.  "Bring SnowSpark in have her saddled! I'm leaving!"  Riku obeyed, but with a little bit of confusion in his eyes.  Suddenly, there was a long, high scream in the courtyard.  Vidia whirled around.  "Melonie!!"  She started to run, but someone grabbed her wrist.  Riku held her tightly.  "LET GO!"  Vidia screamed.  Riku jerked her into his chest, then fell with a THUMP on the dirt floor.  "You fool! they are trying to lure you into a trap!"  He hissed.  Vidia closed her eyes.  "Why? Why are they after me?"  She sobbed.  Riku softened.  "I'm not sure, but I'll help you on your journey."  He whispered.  "No! I can't bear to put you in danger, my darling!"  Vidia's thoughts screamed.  But her heart said; "Let him come, he'll be usefull."  So, they were off. This is how the story began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;M.A.F.        P.S. Hannah and Neva, you better write sooooooooooooooooooooooooon!! (please!) Love, Emmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-8605301868954474266?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/8605301868954474266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=8605301868954474266' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/8605301868954474266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/8605301868954474266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2008/03/princess-vidiacontinued.html' title='Princess Vidia~Continued'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-2645744997230663064</id><published>2008-03-11T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:42:24.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Vidia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Princess Vidia stared in disbelief at the piece of paper before her.  In her father's writing it read;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;To Princess Vidia, King Samson's third and youngest daughter; 'On Sunday, March the 11th, you will be brought before the Court for questioning. Afterwards, ye will be tied and gagged then dragged to the edge of the kingdom for flogging and then your be-heading. All this is fair and just, and if you care to confess, send for my head-servent. I'm sorry, Dear Vidia. Sincerely, Your Father.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vidia felt her face grow red with fury.  She tossed the paper into her fire.  "Demirti!"  She thundere.  Her small, chubby servent ran to her with haste.  "Have my horse saddled and her bag's filled to the brim! Tell the Smithy to release my dogs, Cedrick and Ann!"  Dimitri hurried off.  Vidia whirled around and got under her bed.  From there, she pulled out her diary and her precious doll Frannie. She tucked them into her small bag, then crawled under again. She gently pulled out her mother's old, battered gold locket. Her heart ached as she gently fingered it.  Dimitri burst in.  "The King's Counselor is coming! He has guards and a jailer!"  He cried.  To Be Continued~M.A.F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-2645744997230663064?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/2645744997230663064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=2645744997230663064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/2645744997230663064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/2645744997230663064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2008/03/princess-vidia.html' title='Princess Vidia'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-2668785588084219978</id><published>2008-02-18T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:49:04.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Presidents Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thought I'd say.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="27" alt="Flag 2" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/14/14_1_29.gif" width="40" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Presidents Day Ya'll!!! &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="27" alt="Flag 2" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/14/14_1_29.gif" width="40" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have a great day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb096_ZNxdm117YYUS&amp;amp;utm_id=7924" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb096&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm117YYUS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-2668785588084219978?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/2668785588084219978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=2668785588084219978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/2668785588084219978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/2668785588084219978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-presidents-day.html' title='Happy Presidents Day!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-2727124080609074517</id><published>2008-02-14T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:11:07.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiley Sensation!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Here's a Post all about LOVE smileys!! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="88" alt="3D Cupid" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_8_42.gif" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="66" alt="Be My Valentine" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_8_34.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="88" alt="Glitter Heart" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_220.gif" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="45" alt="Heart Shell" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_3_10.gif" width="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="53" alt="Yowza" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_3_7.gif" width="57" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="59" alt="Wink" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_3_5.gif" width="64" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="83" alt="I Wove You" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_6_206.gif" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="66" alt="Be Mine Teddy 1" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_8_35.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="88" alt="Lips" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_9_14.gif" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="63" alt="Kisses" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_3_16.gif" width="65" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="59" alt="Wink" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_3_5.gif" width="64" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="72" alt="Love Sick" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_3_4.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="66" alt="Blings" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_3_3.gif" width="69" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="57" alt="Love Sick" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_202.gif" width="54" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="49" alt="Circle Of Hearts" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_8_10.gif" width="51" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="43" alt="Circle Of Hearts" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_201.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="52" alt="Flowers And Hearts" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_218v.gif" width="45" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like them!! Love Milie Arie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb112_ZNxdm117YYUS&amp;amp;utm_id=7920" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb112&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm117YYUS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-2727124080609074517?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/2727124080609074517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=2727124080609074517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/2727124080609074517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/2727124080609074517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2008/02/smiley-sensation.html' title='Smiley Sensation!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-1521029453762549532</id><published>2008-02-14T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T08:08:30.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just wanted to say..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I miss and love you, Hannah and Neva!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S. Write soon!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-1521029453762549532?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/1521029453762549532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=1521029453762549532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/1521029453762549532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/1521029453762549532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-5748240339832528193</id><published>2008-02-04T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T06:54:59.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, a new post!! LOL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi, guys! I'm SOOOOOOOOOOO sorry I haven't posted in such a long time! We had a wonderful Christmas, and New Year's, and everything else in between!  There's still snow outside, and it's foggy. It's going to be 60 today, so by-by yucky snow! ;) How was your Christmas? I got six manga's, two skirts and two shirts, three cd's, makeup, a very pretyy hair-clippy, and a WHOLE lot of other things!! I hope you all had a good New Year! I gotta go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S. Please, please,please write sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon!!! LOL! :) :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-5748240339832528193?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/5748240339832528193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=5748240339832528193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5748240339832528193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5748240339832528193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-new-post-lol.html' title='Finally, a new post!! LOL!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-4074386227735412768</id><published>2007-12-20T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:38:07.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Locket~Begger of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The begger drew closer to Samantha, trying to put the sweet-smelling buscuits in her hands. "Try, Try, you will like, Pretty Child!  One bite, and you will be the richest, most wonderful being on earth!"  Sam pushed the begger away.  "No, get away from me!"  She cried.  The ugly begger woman kept pestering.  "Come, Pretty Child, no food makes tummy grumble! Try, try!" Sam turned to run.  Where was Riku?  The Begger grabbed Sam's wrist.  "Let me go, you filthy wretch!!"  Sam screamed, yanknig and shoving.  The Begger began to change in form and shape.  Her teeth were turning an ugly yellow, and she was hissing like a snake.  "Come, pretty girlie, your ever so hungry!!"  The begger cackled and twisted Sam wrist cruelly.  Sam held back a scream of agony and tried to free herself.  The begger's grip was like steel!  Sam turned and glared at the evil woman.  "In the name of the Great King, release me, you demon!!"  The Begger's big, sagging eyes grew and she screeched with agony.  She released Sam's wrist and writhed in aweful pain.  "NOOOOOO!!!!!"  The Begger screeched and howled.  Sam screamed and covered her ears. The Begger's screams sounded like finger's being scratched down a chalk board.  Riku suddenly appeared.  He stabbed the begger right threw the heart.  "AGGHHH!!"  The Begger disapeared in a large puff of black smoke.  "That was the Begger of Death! How did you ward her into releasing you?!"  sam just rubbed her sore and broken wrist.  To be continued~ Milie Arie Fenrir~ P.S. Hannah and Neva, please write very, very, very, very, very, very sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon!!!!!!! Love ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-4074386227735412768?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/4074386227735412768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=4074386227735412768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/4074386227735412768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/4074386227735412768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/12/locketbegger-of-death.html' title='The Locket~Begger of Death'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-7626313331093972742</id><published>2007-12-19T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T07:39:33.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Locket~ Characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SAMANTHA~ A 14 year old girl who's dreams are shattered when Glurkmog's attack her home, kill her parents, and run off with her little sister and brother.  She is also the bearer of The Locket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;RIKU~ Sam's father's servant. He decides to follow Sam in her long, tiring journey. He also has a secret love for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;NORA~ The Princess of Nish. She is Sam's age, and she is a spirited, happy-go-lucky gal who never gives in.  She is also very gifted with a bow and arrow.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;XIA~ A mysterious girl who is always following Sam and giving her odd little riddles. She is always wearing lback and her eyes are always flashing bright icy blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;STRIDER~ No one knows his real name, but he is tall, and oddly attracted to Sam.  He treats her like his own daughter, and he is always by her side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ZAGLAR~ The evil, bloodthirsty man who has Sam's little brother and sister in his clutches. He beckons Sam to his palace, where he plains to kill her and take the Locket. He never ceases his thirst for power and control over the kingdoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Posted by~ Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-7626313331093972742?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/7626313331093972742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=7626313331093972742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/7626313331093972742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/7626313331093972742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/12/locket-characters.html' title='The Locket~ Characters'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-1550286570305102558</id><published>2007-12-18T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:45:52.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Locket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sam was frozen in place.  Whatever this thing was, it was trying to kill her.  It had short, ugly dark yellow stubs coming from's it's eyebrows, and it's face was a dark ruddy red.  It's ugly, yellow teeth stuck out and saliva dripped from's it's mouth.  It was dressed in goat wool, and it had no shoes whatsoever.  It had a long, scared sword that it held over it's odd, egg shaped head.  Sam didn't stand there long.  The thing swung it's sword and Sam ducked.  Her heart raced faster than her feet.  The thing was in hot pursuit.  She noticed the monster was riding a minature dragon-like thing with a shaggy mane and big, gunky ears.  It slithered fast, and it was after her.  Sam ducked under a low tree branch and tripped.  She looked down over the steep, steep hill. She had to do this.  She got up and jumped over the edge.  She went sliding down.  She tried in vain to slwo herself, but it was impossible.  She fell face first into the ground.  She rolled over and groaned.  Her ribs felt broken.  She screamed when she saw the thing coming at her.  It jumped in the air and came falling down at Sam.  Sam closed her eyes and waited for the blow.  But she heard a screech and a sword being hit by another sword.  he opened her eyes.  A tall, handsome with long, wavvy dark hair and a small beard had jumped between Sam and the monster.  He was fighting with grace and great strength.  Sam tried to sit up, but her side's and chest were on fire.  She fell back and held back a scream of pain.  The man finally warded off the beasts.  Sam tried to thank him, but he shushed her.  "Quiet, little one, I fear you are near death."  Sam laid her head back and closed her eyes.  Everything swirled and she felt like throwing up.  She felt strong, gentle arms picking her up and walking her to a horse.  Then, she felt herself being swung up on the horse and the horse galloped off.  Then, she passed out with fatigue.   TO BE CONTINUED~ Milie Arie Fenrir      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-1550286570305102558?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/1550286570305102558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=1550286570305102558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/1550286570305102558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/1550286570305102558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/12/locket.html' title='The Locket'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-4467737317644277856</id><published>2007-12-18T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:32:35.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Crazy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hey, guys!!  Me and my Mom have been cooking cookie's ALL day!! It's been lot's of fun!! We've made these yummy morsel's so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Peanut Butter Cookies, Mollassas Cookies, Snicker-Doodles, and Spritz Cookies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Don't  they  sound GREAT?! I LOVE the Snicker-Doodles and Spritz cookies!! My Ma is an exxalent cook!  I gotta split!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S. Hope ya'll have a great Christmas!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-4467737317644277856?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/4467737317644277856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=4467737317644277856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/4467737317644277856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/4467737317644277856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/12/cookie-crazy.html' title='Cookie Crazy!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-7642507696662147631</id><published>2007-12-17T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:23:36.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY!! :0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey, guys! I am so sorry I haven't posted in such a long time!! We've been ever so busy!! My Great Grandpa Frank just died, and his funeral was last Thursday.   We've been busy and tired, with Christmas cookies and present's and all. I hope you don't hate my gutt's!! LOL! LOL! :)  Well, I really oughta get goin'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S. Hannah + Neva, please, please, please, please, please, please PLEASE write sooooooooooooooooooon!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F100/0/8&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Love Ya" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F100/0/8p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F100/0/8&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F100/0/13&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Kisses" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F100/0/13p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F100/0/13&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="83" alt="Love Letter" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_211v.gif" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb113_ZNxdm117YYUS&amp;amp;utm_id=7921" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb113&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm117YYUS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-7642507696662147631?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/7642507696662147631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=7642507696662147631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/7642507696662147631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/7642507696662147631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/12/sorry-0.html' title='SORRY!! :0'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-3112863366174869457</id><published>2007-12-06T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:44:04.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas wishes from the Clements Clan!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hey, ya'll! We just wanted to say........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="88" alt="3D Magical Snowman" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/28/28_4_12.gif" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MERRY CHRISTMAS!! &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="88" alt="3D Magical Snowman" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/28/28_4_12.gif" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy new year! Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tony~Jane~Levi~Milie Arie~Elijah~Abbie~Gabriel~ Love ya'll!! By!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb096_ZNxdm117YYUS&amp;amp;utm_id=7924" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb096&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm117YYUS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-3112863366174869457?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/3112863366174869457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=3112863366174869457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/3112863366174869457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/3112863366174869457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-wishes-from-clements.html' title='Merry Christmas wishes from the Clements Clan!!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-5526726071007174616</id><published>2007-12-05T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:09:47.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Smilies!! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear Readers, I've decided to just make a smilies page! Enjoy! 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&lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/352&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Raspberry" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F/1/352p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/352&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F100/0/8&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Love Ya" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F100/0/8p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F100/0/8&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/448&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Pull My Finger" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F/1/448p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/448&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/424&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dance! Dance!" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F/1/424p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/424&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/0/24&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Boom Shaka Laka" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F/0/24p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/0/24&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/392&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Burp" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F/1/392p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/392&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/430&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Talking And Chewing Gum" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F/1/430p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/430&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/0/220&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy Holidays" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F/0/220p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/0/220&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F100/0/13&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Kisses" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F100/0/13p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F100/0/13&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="80" alt="Blowing Bubble" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/10/10_1_137.gif" width="80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="95" alt="Clean Shirt" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/10/10_1_135.gif" width="87" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="54" alt="Tongue" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_11_8.gif" width="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="37" alt="Animated Hearts" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_217v.gif" width="41" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="43" alt="Circle Of Hearts" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_201.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="52" alt="Flowers And Hearts" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/11/11_1_218v.gif" width="45" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="83" alt="Sleeping Kitty On Monitor" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_33_21.gif" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="71" alt="Cat And Mouse Tail" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/16/16_1_25.gif" width="71" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="88" alt="Glitter Kitty" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/16/16_1_24.gif" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="71" alt="Maneki Neko" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/16/16_1_22.gif" width="71" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="71" alt="Kitty 2" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_33_8.gif" width="71" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="66" alt="Kitty 5" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_22_18.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="66" alt="Kitty 6" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_22_19.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="66" alt="Kitty 7" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_22_20.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope you enjoyed my smiles! See ya'll later, dudes and dudettes!! By!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb096_ZNxdm117YYUS&amp;amp;utm_id=7924" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb096&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm117YYUS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-5526726071007174616?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/5526726071007174616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=5526726071007174616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5526726071007174616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5526726071007174616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-smilies.html' title='Just Smilies!! ;)'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-5828508174319012362</id><published>2007-12-03T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T19:39:37.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingdom Hearts 3~Seeing ghosts??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yummi screamed with horror as white ghosts came flaoting towards her.  "Wha....?!?!"  Raven raised her sword and lokked around, eyes filled with fear.  Milie Arie stepped back as one drew closer.  "WHOA!!!"  She toppled over and fell on the cold, foggy ground with a thud.  The ghosts leaned down by her ear.  "Hello, Milie Arie."  Milie Arie shivered and tried to pull herself up.  The ghost grabbed her.  "Y-you can grab me?!?"  Milie Arie gasped.  "Yesss,  but you cannot touch ussssss."  It hissed.  Milie Arie was yanked off her feet.  Yummi and Raven screamed as two ghosts grabbed them.  "MILIE ARIE!!"  Raven reached out her hnad to Milie.  "RAVEN!!"  Milie Arie reached.  Their fingers touched.  Suddenly, a bright light surounded the group.  The ghosts shrieked and disapeared.  Raven looked around.  "What just..... HUH!?!"  A portal was opening.  "WHOA!!"  Milie Arie was suddenly face to face with....."RIKU?!?!!?"  She cried.  "Hey. Nice to meet you again."  He grabbed her arm.  "OW! What're you doing?!!"  He dragged her to the portal and threw her in.  "AAAGGGHHH!!!!!!!"  "MILIE ARIE!!"  Raven screamed.  Yummi shrieked with horror and turned away.  The portal disapeared.  "YOU TRAITOR!! I'LL KILL YOU....."  Riku silenced Raven.  "I was asked to send her to the relm of darkness."  Raven and Yummi gasped.  "Who asked you?!"  Riku pointed to Raven. "M-me?! How can that be?!"  Riku pointed to her heart.  "The darkness in your heart created another you; it wants to meet Milie Arie."  Raven gulped and looked at Yummi.  "Uhhhh, this is creepy."  To be continued~ M.A.F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;P.S. Hannah and Neva,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;WRITE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!! LOL! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-5828508174319012362?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/5828508174319012362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=5828508174319012362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5828508174319012362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5828508174319012362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/12/kingdom-hearts-3seeing-ghosts.html' title='Kingdom Hearts 3~Seeing ghosts??'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-7514932355134098564</id><published>2007-12-01T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:00:52.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've just watched the saddest movie ever.......It's called the Ultimate Gift. I'm still crying as i type. (it's quite difficult)  But, even though it was very sad and heartbreaking, I advize you to watch it. I-it's touching and sad and funny and has wonderful christian values.  I pray that whoever wathces this movies cries. It's not a evil wish, it's just........it's kinda opened my eyes after watching this. I'm not praising television, don't think that!! It's just, we need to be thankful with what we have. I never relize what I have until I almost lose it. I need to be thankful. I have to get to bed. Sorry if this sounds really, really, really, really stupid, but I had to type it down or something. Thanks for putting up with a big goofball!! LOL! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hannah, Neva, and whoever reads this blog, please watch this movie. Thanks ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-7514932355134098564?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/7514932355134098564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=7514932355134098564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/7514932355134098564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/7514932355134098564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/12/sad-movie.html' title='Sad movie'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-7791880799470851167</id><published>2007-11-30T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T10:46:01.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heir~Part Four</title><content type='html'>The woman stared at Gwen's brooch.  "Where did you get that clasp?"  She asked.  "This? My mother and father gave it to me before my father passed away....."  Gwen looked away.  She hardly remembered her parents.  But, her dreams told her much about them.  Her mother was tall, had Gwen's silver eyes, long pretty brown hair, and a sunshine smile.  Her father was a born hunter, a great rider, and free spirirt.  She missed them.  THe woman walked over to her and took a closer look at the brooch.  "What is your name?"  She asked.  "Guinevere of Pish, M'lady."  Gwen said.  "I am Avril of The Woodland Elves."  Avril extended her hand.  Gwen shook it.  "Please, follow me back to town. I have urgent news you need to hear."  Gwen paused.  "If M'lady requests it, I shall obey."  She said after thinking.  Avril swung up on her horse.  "Go, Swift. To town."  She ordered her pretty horse.  Gwen urged Serenity on&lt;em&gt;.  "This is all very odd.....perhaps I should dream&lt;/em&gt;."  Avril led her to town.  To be continued~ Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HANNAH AND NEVA: WRITE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-7791880799470851167?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/7791880799470851167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=7791880799470851167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/7791880799470851167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/7791880799470851167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/11/heirpart-four.html' title='Heir~Part Four'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-5459288288120225519</id><published>2007-11-28T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T08:18:21.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heir~Part Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guinevere ran after Serenity, heart pounding like crazy.  "SERENITY!! WHOA, GIRL!!"  She grabbed her horses reighns and yanked.  The white mare skidded to a stop.  Guinevere threw her arms around Serenity.  The horse was panting heavily, but she was not injured.  Guinevere swung up on the horses back.  "HA!! GIDDYUP!"  She lead Serenity back into the forest.  "HA!! C'MON, GIDDYUP!!"  Serenity ran with all her might.  They were coming upon the creatures.  "RAGH!"  One pounced at Gwen.  This time, Gwen was ready.  She pulled her sword from it's sheath and swung it.  SLAM!!  It sunk into the creatures torso.  It shrieked and fell over.  Dark green fog spilled from it's gaping wound.  Gwen leapt off her horse and killed another.  THe woman who'd saved Gwen earlier was still fighting strong.   Gwen swished through the evil things, slashing and cutting with ease.  Then, there was no more things left.  Gwen panted as she sheathed her sword.  "Well, that was certainly a nice gem."  She walked back to Srenity and kissed the horses nose.  "Ah, your a good fighter, yes?"  The woman asked.  Gwen shrugged.  "I suppose."  To be continued~ Milie Arie Fenrir    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-5459288288120225519?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/5459288288120225519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=5459288288120225519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5459288288120225519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5459288288120225519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/11/heirpart-three.html' title='Heir~Part Three'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-5542235967467468250</id><published>2007-11-27T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:36:35.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heir~part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gwen looked over her shoulder and cursed.  "HA! GIDDYUP, SERENITY!!"  She kicked her horses sides with fear as the creatures drew closer.  They ran on all fours like a mad bear, drool dripping from their fangs.  Suddenly, there were more creature in front of Serenity.  Serenity neighed with fear and reared backwards.  "SERENITY, NOOO!!"  Gwen fell off her beloved horse and landed with a loud THUD on her bum.  Serenity ran away, eyes full of fear.  Gwen looked aroundh er with fear as the things drew closer.  "RAGH!"  One leapt in the air and came down on Gwen, howling madly.  "AHHH!!"  Gwen covered her face and felt the thing crash into her.  She fell back.  The creature grabbed her throat and squeezed.  Gwen felt her lungs scream.  THe creature was suddenly joined by more creatures.  Gwen was lifted off her feet and slammed back down.  She felt her head spin.  "AAAAAGGGHHH!!"  THere was a blood-freezing shout.  The creature holding Gwen's throat released her and looked over hius shoulder.  It screeched like a cat as a sword sunk into it's chest.  A woman was fighting the creatures with a iron fist.  "GO!! GET YOUR HORSE AND GO!"  THe woman screamed.  Gwen never haltered.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED~Milie Arie Fenrir   P.S. Hannah and Neva, PLEASE WRITE SOOOOOON!  ;) :)     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-5542235967467468250?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/5542235967467468250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=5542235967467468250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5542235967467468250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5542235967467468250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/11/heirpart-two.html' title='Heir~part two'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-8328853467839878807</id><published>2007-11-26T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:27:46.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the cliff's edge in The Land of Pish, young Guinevere stood, arms outstreched and hair blowing in the soft, cool breeze.  Her long, fawn brown dress blew against her legs and whipped at her bare ankles.  She smiled and sighed deeply.  Another wonderful day in the serene land of Pish.  Gwen, as she preffered to be called, heard someone approaching.  She turned to see thrre horses riding into the small town.  She scooped up her sword and dagger and slipped on her soft, deer skin boots.  She walked quietly towards her soft, quiet mare, whom she called Serenity.  She tied her cloak around her neck.  "C'mon, Serenity. I have a feeling we're needed in town."  She gently kicked Serenity's side and they were off.  The wood's were peaceful and smelled of sweet flowers and honey.  But, Gwen noticed Serenity was uneasy.  She was perking her ears up, then pullnig them back, then whining softly.  "Whoa, girl....shhhh."  Gwen brought Serenity to a slow trot.  She looked around her with her hunting eyes.  Something was, indeed, very wrong.  No birds were chripping, and the usual wildlife were gone, as if spooked by something.  Gwen swiveled Serenity around in a slow, catious circle.  Suddenly, there was a loud howl.  Serenity whinied with fear and excitement.  A big, bulky figure jumped out of nowhere.  It had big, black eyes, long, icky claws, and looked like it had crawled out of a swamp.  Serenity threw her pure white head back and took off in a frantic run.  Gwen clutched her reins with fear.  She looked over her shoulders.  More creatures were coming out of nowhere.  "HA!! GIDDYUP, SERENITY!"  She shouted, leaning forward.  Serenity ran like the wind as arrows whizzed past her ears.  "HA!! GO!!" To be continued~M.A.F. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-8328853467839878807?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/8328853467839878807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=8328853467839878807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/8328853467839878807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/8328853467839878807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/11/heir.html' title='Heir'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-401343110755436955</id><published>2007-11-19T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:03:00.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberry muffins!! (yummy!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yum! Mamma made Blueberry Muffins! They taste wonderful!! She said we could only have one now, but after supper, there are more!! ;) I LOVE MUFFINS! See ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Hannah and Neva, WRITE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-401343110755436955?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/401343110755436955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=401343110755436955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/401343110755436955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/401343110755436955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/11/blueberry-muffins-yummy.html' title='Blueberry muffins!! (yummy!)'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-5683455546873848758</id><published>2007-11-15T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T09:56:00.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingdom Hearts 3~ Falling sensation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Milie Arie watched with horror as the platform she was standing on began to break.  The giant black Heartless was lumbering closer to her, eyes hungry.  "MILIE ARIE, JUMP!!"  Raven, Yummi, Kandi, Sora, Kairi, and Riku shouted.  Chod grabbed Milie's arm.  "We can do it!"  Milie Arie looked down.  THere was a bottomless pit belwo them, and, if they lingered any longer, they would fall into it.  Or, if they jumped and missed, then they would also die.  "Chod, I can't....."  Chod took Milie's chin in his leather-rough hand.  "Remember flying?! It's just like this! Just hold my hand."  Milie Arie nodded.  "Ready?"  Milie Arie gulped as she nodded.  "HERE WE GO!!"  They both ran. and leapt off the crumbling platform.  "AGH!"  Milie Arie screamed as they began to fall backwards.  "NO!"  Chod shouted.  They suddenly stopped.  Sora and Riku were holding Chod's hand and pulling.  "HANG ON, GUYS!"  They shouted.  Milie Arie clutched Chod's hand.  "CHOD, I'M SLIPPING!!"  She screamed.  Milie's finger-less glove was slipping off her hand.  "NO! Hang on, Milie!"  Her hand slipped.  She watched as Chod and the other's began to shrink from view.  "NOOOOOO!"  Chod shouted as he reached out for her.  Milie Arie closed her eyes.  "I'm dead...."  She thought.  Sudenly, something grabbed her around the waist.  "Wha..?!"  Her eyes opened.  It was Roxas!  "HANG ON!"  He swung himself up and threw Milie on the platform.  Everyone screamed with joy.  Raven and Yummi threw their arms around Milie Arie.  Tears of joy streamed down their faces.  "Your ok!"  THe castle began to crumble. "Not, if we don't get outta here!!"  THey ran for theri lives. To be continued~ M.A.F. P.S. Hannah, try to send me an E-mail, I think I know what to do!! Emmy      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-5683455546873848758?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/5683455546873848758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=5683455546873848758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5683455546873848758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5683455546873848758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/11/kingdom-hearts-3-falling-sensation.html' title='Kingdom Hearts 3~ Falling sensation'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-445598246741159570</id><published>2007-11-14T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T08:11:25.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite verse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;JOHN 3:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Proverbs 17:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To God be the Glory, great thing He has done..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;M.A.F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-445598246741159570?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/445598246741159570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=445598246741159570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/445598246741159570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/445598246741159570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-favorite-verse.html' title='My favorite verse'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-4549031808814918200</id><published>2007-11-12T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:25:08.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talim~Braver human, braver sword</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"TALIM! DUCK!"  Talim, a tall, slender, black-haired girl obeyed the command.  CRACK!! A hickory stick nailed the stable's wall behind her.  "Good, now twirl around and nail my gut, then slash my face."  Talim did this in a beautiful arc of power.  "Wonderful! The King will be pleased to see his own stable-girl beat the four most powerful warriors!"  Kilik, the stable BOY, said. He was in armor from head to toe and had hisl ong, red hickory stick in his hand.  I....HUFF HUFF.....think I can.....HUFF....do it."  Talim said breathlessly.  "STABLE BOY!!"  The blacksmith, Tanderum, called in his old squawky voice.  "I gotta go."  He peeled off his armor and ran outside.  Talim huffed and wiped the sweat from her eyes.  Her sword, which she called BloodStream because of it's blood red blade and painted eye, was clapsed in her fist.  "I can do this."  She propped the sword against the stable wall and walked away.  As Talim left, the sword mysteriously glowed. THe eye, which was onlt painted, opened. It turned into flesh and real eye and blinked. It swiveled it's eye left and right, searching for it's strong hearted master.  It spotted her walking towards the castle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;From ~Talim~ M.A.F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-4549031808814918200?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/4549031808814918200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=4549031808814918200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/4549031808814918200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/4549031808814918200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/11/talimbraver-human-braver-sword.html' title='Talim~Braver human, braver sword'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-5514023607942086811</id><published>2007-11-10T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T10:35:26.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun Saturday morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wow! We've, meaning Abbbie, Gabe and I, have had the most amazing morning!! First, we cleaned the house, then went outside and raked a big pile of leaves! After jumping in them for about an hour,we buried Abbie under the leaves and called Momma and Daddy. Boy, were they surprised! ;) We had so much fun! We're going to go cut wood in a few hours, and everyone's getting ready! Gotta split! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Later Tater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;P.S, Hannah and Neva, our E-mail page is down! SORRY! :,(   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-5514023607942086811?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/5514023607942086811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=5514023607942086811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5514023607942086811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5514023607942086811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/11/fun-saturday-morning.html' title='A fun Saturday morning!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-4305010185914138345</id><published>2007-11-08T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:28:53.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly computer!</title><content type='html'>My dumb computer won't let me send e-cards or e-mails to my friends!! :(  That is SOO frustrating! I wish it would work!! Sorry I didn't post earlier, I've been sick. I couldn't get off out toilet and I have a 99.2 temp. :,(   It's a little bothersome, but I'm feeling a little better right now.  I gotta split!&lt;br /&gt;Later Taters!!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hannah and Neva,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;WRITE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-4305010185914138345?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/4305010185914138345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=4305010185914138345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/4305010185914138345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/4305010185914138345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/11/silly-computer.html' title='Silly computer!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-7450491230164244118</id><published>2007-11-06T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:01:41.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilly willy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's freezing in here!! Brrrrrrrr! I wish mom would turn the furnace on!! ;)  I'm reading a really good book right now. It's 'Hello, Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle!!' I LOVE Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle stories! THey are SOOO cute!! They always make you laugh! I hope we findm ore at out library! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-7450491230164244118?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/7450491230164244118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=7450491230164244118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/7450491230164244118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/7450491230164244118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/11/chilly-willy.html' title='Chilly willy!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-4020808405813833822</id><published>2007-11-05T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:36:43.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!! l=0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sorry I haven't posted lately!! LOL! We've been a little busy lately! We didn't win the Gauntlet, but it was still tons of fun! Elijah lost his shoes in REAL quick sand! Well, it was more like quick mud, but his shoes were engulfed! We were all so scared we'de lose Elijah, too! He was thigh deep in mud! ;) Hey, Hannah and Neva, PLEASE write, call, E-MAIL, and VISIT REALLY, REALLY SOON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Sincerely, Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-4020808405813833822?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/4020808405813833822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=4020808405813833822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/4020808405813833822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/4020808405813833822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/11/oops-l0.html' title='Oops!! l=0'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-7324438420370697432</id><published>2007-10-27T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:41:28.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my best friends, Hannah and Geneva Morse AKA~Raven and Yummi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just wanted to say that.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS YOU SO MUCH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love~Milie Arie Fenrir~AKA, Emmy M. Clements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Write, call ,e-mail, e-card, or visit, preferably visit, VERY VERY VERY soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-7324438420370697432?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/7324438420370697432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=7324438420370697432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/7324438420370697432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/7324438420370697432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-my-best-friends-hannah-and-geneva.html' title='To my best friends, Hannah and Geneva Morse AKA~Raven and Yummi'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-8826671782731171979</id><published>2007-10-27T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T09:52:51.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity's secrets</title><content type='html'>Serenity Prower sat on her front porch steps, reading her mother's diary. &lt;br /&gt;Monday, November 17, 1937,&lt;br /&gt;'Our baby girl was born today.  She hasmy eyes, and Will swears she giggles just like him.  I wish we didn't have to keep our secret to her.....she can never know. If she finds out we are spies for AGRA......'  Serenity's heart stopped.  "No......spies?!!"  She heard a gun click.  "Hello, Ms. Prower.  Serenity froze.  "Agra."  She said.  "So, you've found out about your parents' past? Well, I'm going to have to kill you now."  Serenity grinned.  "Agra, you forgot something very, very important."  Agra laughed.  "And what's that, Ms. Prower?"  Serenity stood up slowly.  Her hands flew to her belt.  She pulled out two shiny pistols.  Agra shot her gun.  It missed Serenity's arm.  Serenity flipped into the air and pointed at Agra.  POW!!  It nailed Agra's gun.  It flew out of her hands.  "NO!"  She shouted.  Serenity jumped on her motorcycle.  "I'm a Prower."  She waved and started the engine.  Agra cursed and spat as the blue haired girl disapeared in the distance. &lt;br /&gt;From~Power~Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-8826671782731171979?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/8826671782731171979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=8826671782731171979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/8826671782731171979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/8826671782731171979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/serenitys-secrets.html' title='Serenity&apos;s secrets'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-5091912173523690723</id><published>2007-10-26T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T06:46:41.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gauntlet on Saturday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, boy, tomorrow is the Gauntlet!! We, meaning our team, Levi, Me, Matthew, Elijah, and Seth, are going on a mission! We have to look for King Arthur charaters, and we have a chance to find $2oo!! It's hidden somewhere in the woods, and we cant' wait!! It's at the Sandy Creek Baptist Retreat, and Levi and I know all the secret ways around there!! I can't wait!! I'm not gonna say what I do with my share of the money, but I will later!! ;) I gotta split!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P.S. Later Taters!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-5091912173523690723?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/5091912173523690723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=5091912173523690723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5091912173523690723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5091912173523690723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/gauntlet-on-saturday.html' title='Gauntlet on Saturday!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-16031181758439800</id><published>2007-10-26T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T06:41:52.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kingdom Hearts 3~Together again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Milie Arie's heart stopped.  Standing in the doorway, with big, joyful smiles, were Yummi and Raven.  "EEEKKK!!!!"  Yummi shrieked with joy and ran to Milie Arie.  She threw her arms around her, laughing and crying at the same time.  Raven ran to Milie Arie and hugged her,too.  "Wh-what are you doing here?!!"  Milie Arie cried.  "King Mickey summuned us, Milie. After we moved two years ago, King Mickey hired us as his Knights."  Raven explained.  Milie Arie wiped away a tear.  "But I thought......"  Yummi stopped her.  "Who care's what you thought?! We're together again, that's all that matter's!!"  Milie Arie laughed.  "Well said, Yummi!"  She hugged her friends again.  "Well, Milie Are, I told you I had a surprise in mind."  King Mickey said.  Milie Arie smiled at the mouse king.  She bowed to him.  "Thank you, your Majesty."  Raven and Yummi bowed, too.  "Thank you, Highness."  King Mickey smiled.  "Well, get going! Sora and his friends are looking for you!"  Milie Arie took her friends' hands. "C'mon, the Gummi Ship is waiting!!" They ran to the hanger.  "Bye, King Mickey!!"  The friends called.  The big doors slammed shut.  King Mickey smiled.  "SIGH.....They look so happy."  To be continued~M.A.F           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-16031181758439800?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/16031181758439800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=16031181758439800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/16031181758439800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/16031181758439800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/kingdom-hearts-3together-again.html' title='Kingdom Hearts 3~Together again'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-2591610276529175646</id><published>2007-10-25T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:50:44.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot pursuit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mckeala screamed with horror as the white creature seeped out of the ground.  It was so flexible.  It glared at her.  "HISS!"  Mckeala ran like the wind.  The creature was in pursuit.  "GET AWAY!"  She shouted.  It hissed and was getting closer.  She tripped over something.  "OW!!" Her chin hit the pavement.  "Ugh......that hurt."  She rubbed her chin.  The creature came down for a swoop.  "AGH!"  Mckeala kicked it's head. It flipped backwards and slammed into the brick wall.  "HISSSSSSS!!!"  It sunk into the ground.  "Oh, man, I gotta get outta here!!" Mckeala jumped up and tried to run again.  "Oh, crap!!"  She cursed.  Another white creature came out of nowhere.  "Oh, come on! Give me a break!!"  She dodged-rolled aside and ran.  "Maybe Shane know's what's goin' on!"  She thought aloud.  She ran like the wind.  "WHOA!"  She crashed right into a woman.  "So....!"  It was her! The woman who was looking for her!!  "Hello, Mckeala."  The woman grabbed her.  "HEY! LEMME GO!!"  She screamed.  Too late. The white creature's were coming for her.  "LET ME GOOOOO!!!!!"  She shouted.  The creature jumped&lt;em&gt;.  &lt;/em&gt;"No&lt;em&gt;!!" &lt;/em&gt;To be continued!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;em&gt;    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-2591610276529175646?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/2591610276529175646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=2591610276529175646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/2591610276529175646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/2591610276529175646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/hot-pursuit.html' title='Hot pursuit'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-1568872723864749196</id><published>2007-10-25T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T06:25:43.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrr!! (again!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dang, it's freezing in here!! :0  My feet are frozen solid! Mom stole my slippers, so my feet are helpless!! My teeth are Ch-Ch-Chattering!! ;)  I wonder if Santa get's cold like this? :) ;) LOL! LOL! LOL! I gotta split!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-1568872723864749196?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/1568872723864749196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=1568872723864749196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/1568872723864749196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/1568872723864749196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/brrr-again.html' title='Brrr!! (again!)'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-8025432302257307747</id><published>2007-10-24T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T13:07:33.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying brother!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Man, Levi is really annoying! He keep's asking me what time it is so he can get on the playstation!! URGH! He just asked me again!! :(  He;s such a goober!! LOL! I gotta split, 'fore Levi ask's again!! ;)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Take my vote on the backround, dudettes!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-8025432302257307747?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/8025432302257307747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=8025432302257307747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/8025432302257307747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/8025432302257307747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/annoying-brother.html' title='Annoying brother!!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-8945081715577829747</id><published>2007-10-24T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:28:57.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running for freedom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Claire saw the door swing open.  &lt;em&gt;"Oh, no....."  &lt;/em&gt;It was Garth.  His eyes were bright red.  He glared at her.  "Kill Claire Gallagher.....kill Claire Gallagher......"  He came towards her.  "Garth?! What's wrong with you?!"  Claire cried.  Her eyes welled up with tears.  "Kill her."  He jumped at Claire.  "NO!"  She flipped over him and ran out the door.  "CLAIRE!!"  Garth's hidious scream was loud and eerie.  "NO! Garth, what are you trying to do?!"  She screamed.  Garth came barreling out of the room.  His teeth were bared and drippnig with green saliva.  He raised his head and let out a long, loud cry.  It was so ear shattering.  Claire covered her ears.  "GARTH, STOP!!"  She pleaded.  Garth was joined by three other guys Claie had never seen.  They all came at her.  "NO! LET GO!!" Claire screamed.  She shattered one's nose&lt;em&gt;.  "THank God Uncle Preston taught me all he know's&lt;/em&gt;...."  She ran like the wind.  She swung the dorr open and locked it with a crowbar.  Garth and another weird dude banged on the door.  "WE'LL GET YOU! WE'LL KILL YOU, CLAIRE!!!"  He screamed.  Claire ran.  Her eyes filled with tears. Garth was like a demon.  He wanted to kill her.  Her own brother wanted her dead.  To be continued~ M.A.F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-8945081715577829747?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/8945081715577829747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=8945081715577829747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/8945081715577829747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/8945081715577829747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/running-for-freedom.html' title='Running for freedom!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-3962844397844244958</id><published>2007-10-24T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T10:19:18.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for my Grandma Marilyn, please!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hi, guys! I hve a favor to ask you: Could you pray for my Grndmother, Mrs. Marilyn J. Clements? She has a bad cold, and I really don't want her to get worse.  She's so tired and un-cheery....sniff. Please, pray for her. If you need me or my family to pray for any of you, please, leave comments on it! I have to go, we're getting ready to clean up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-3962844397844244958?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/3962844397844244958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=3962844397844244958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/3962844397844244958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/3962844397844244958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/pray-for-my-grandma-marilyn-please.html' title='Pray for my Grandma Marilyn, please!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-3056458167074864307</id><published>2007-10-23T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T19:08:58.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE ON A BACKROUND!!! :0</title><content type='html'>Hi, guys! I'm calling all blog readers!! Ok, you saw my backround before, the pink, right? What do you think now?! HUH? I want you to vote!!!  Do you like;&lt;br /&gt;A~ Pink&lt;br /&gt;B~New backround, or&lt;br /&gt;C~pick a whole different backround! &lt;br /&gt;Make your vote as soon as possible! I'll be a-waitin'!! Gotta split!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/0/215&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Trick Or Treat!" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F/0/215p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/0/215&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/0/212&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy Halloween" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F/0/212p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/0/212&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="85" alt="Scarecrow" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_1_212.gif" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="82" alt="Vampire" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_1_208.gif" width="92" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="70" alt="Bat" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/8/8_1_213.gif" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb095_ZNxdm117YYUS&amp;amp;utm_id=7923" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb095&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm117YYUS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-3056458167074864307?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/3056458167074864307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=3056458167074864307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/3056458167074864307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/3056458167074864307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/vote-on-backround-0.html' title='VOTE ON A BACKROUND!!! :0'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-2075037130832928852</id><published>2007-10-23T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:57:36.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest book's ever!! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hiya! I just got done reading the best book's ever!!!  They are called Dear America book's, and I read two about slave girls.  There's I Thought My Soul Would Rise And Fly, a diary of Patsy, and A Picture of Freedom, a diary of Clotee.  They are really good books!! They are kinda sad, though.  Slaves were treated so badly........everyone was created equal!! EQUAL!! We're all equal in God's eyes. I'm glad we live in America, where we can be free.  Thank you, Lord God, for your grace and love!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="68" alt="God Bless America" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/14_3_6.gif" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="63" alt="These Colors Don't Run" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/14/14_1_101.gif" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="63" alt="Proud To Be An American" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/14/14_1_102.gif" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="63" alt="Land Of The Free" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/14/14_1_104.gif" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="63" alt="United We Stand" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/14/14_1_103.gif" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="67" alt="Home Of The Brave" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/14_3_7.gif" width="79" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="68" alt="God Bless America" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/14_3_6.gif" width="83" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="51" alt="Saluting The Flag" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/14/14_1_107v.gif" width="73" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb113_ZNxdm117YYUS&amp;amp;utm_id=7921" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb113&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm117YYUS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-2075037130832928852?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/2075037130832928852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=2075037130832928852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/2075037130832928852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/2075037130832928852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/greatest-books-ever.html' title='Greatest book&apos;s ever!! ;)'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-6991048363653433667</id><published>2007-10-23T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T06:55:04.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't ask why I made my title oops, I don't know why! ;) LOL!  I just did it for fun!! tee-hee!  Man, it's cold outside!! Brrrr!!  I guess it really is Octobrrrrr! LOL! LOL! :)  I hope everyone has a good day!!  God Bless Ya'll!!  ;)    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span contenteditable="false"&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/414&amp;amp;partner=ZSzeb075_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="3-D Frankenstein" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/F/1/414p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/talking_preview.jhtml?i=F/1/414&amp;amp;partner=ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfarm.com/images/smileycentral/imbuddy/hear_me_talk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="16" alt="Smile" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" width="17" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="18" alt="Lol" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_9.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="18" alt="Angelic" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_4.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="33" alt="Munchy" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/10/10_3_7.gif" width="64" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="61" alt="Boy" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_8_207.gif" width="61" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="54" alt="Snowstorm" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_63.gif" width="66" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="88" alt="3D Magical Snowman" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/28/28_4_12.gif" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="85" alt="Frosty" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/28/28_4_9.gif" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="85" alt="Snowstorm" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/28/28_4_8.gif" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="42" alt="Mush" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/28/28_4_2v.gif" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="60" alt="Buried In Snow" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/28/28_4_3.gif" width="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb096_ZNxdm117YYUS&amp;amp;utm_id=7924" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb096&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm117YYUS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-6991048363653433667?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/6991048363653433667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=6991048363653433667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/6991048363653433667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/6991048363653433667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/oops.html' title='Oops!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-1004207586191371062</id><published>2007-10-23T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T06:47:45.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy peepy! :0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAWN!! I'm tired. It's really cold outsdie, and it's put me in a bit og a bad mood! :(  Sorry. YAWN!!  Gosh, I can't stop yawning!!  I gotta split!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sincerely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Milie Arie (yawn) Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-1004207586191371062?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/1004207586191371062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=1004207586191371062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/1004207586191371062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/1004207586191371062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleepy-peepy-0.html' title='Sleepy peepy! :0'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-1945733824202612431</id><published>2007-10-22T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T07:49:50.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Janice!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My Aunt Janice is here!! She's visiting sor a few minutes, and I'm on my blog 'cause they are yappin'!!  ;) All parents need a minute to yap and/or talk!! ;) LOL!  &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="18" alt="Tongue Out" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_20.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="18" alt="Lol" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_9.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZNxdm117YYUS" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="18" alt="Thumbs Up" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_3_16.gif" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   I hope she stay's for about an hour so we don't have to do school!! ;) LOL! LOL!  Well, i gotta split!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sincerely~ Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smiley.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZSzeb112_ZNxdm117YYUS&amp;amp;utm_id=7920" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb112&amp;amp;pp=ZNxdm117YYUS" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-1945733824202612431?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/1945733824202612431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=1945733824202612431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/1945733824202612431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/1945733824202612431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/auntie-janice.html' title='Auntie Janice!!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-7704211426874568138</id><published>2007-10-20T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T16:15:29.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DENIM MANIA!!!! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hiya! You''l never guess what we just did! We, meaning Mom, Abbie and I, went to Goodwill! We had one entire cart FULL, and I mean FULL of clothes! Me and Abbie both got a shaw, mine's pink, her's is brown, I got tons of pretty denim skirts, and bunch of other stuff!! It was awesome!!  I hope we do it again soon!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-7704211426874568138?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/7704211426874568138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=7704211426874568138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/7704211426874568138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/7704211426874568138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/denim-mania.html' title='DENIM MANIA!!!! ;)'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-1733866516230251675</id><published>2007-10-20T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T08:37:40.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alex's battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alex was ushered up to the ring.  "No, please, I don't want to fight!!"  She pleaded.  The three robots shoved her on the ring. "First up, our new recruite, Alex! She's up against Wild Frank, our toughest man in the ring!!"  Alex gulped as a tall, brash robot/man stepped forward.  "Heh, I have to fight YOU?! Please!"  Alex looked down at her robot arms, then at her necklace&lt;em&gt;.  "Well, the necklace has brought me this far.......maybe I should fight&lt;/em&gt;."  Wild Frank spat at Alexs' feet.  "READY!"  Alex readied herself. It was go time. "FIGHT!!"  Wild Frank came runing at her, shouting nad howling.  Alex waited.  "Huhmp!"  She flipped over Wild Franks' head and landed cleanly.  He ran inot a post and cursed.  "Oh, yeah?!!"  He ran at her again.  "YAGH!!"  Alex raised her robotic arm.  BLAAM!  She nailed Wild Frank's shoulder.  He tumbled back.  "AWWW!!!"  He jumped up.  POOSH!!  He fired his gun.  "Whoa! Holy locomotive sam!!"  Alex dodged three bullets.  "Ok, guns are in the battle now."  Alex thought aloud.  She ducked nad aimed.  "BOOM!!"  Her bullets nailed Wild Frank.  "UUGGHH!!"  Wild Frank fell over, dead.  "OUR WINNER IS ALEX!!!"  Everyone cheered.  Alex waved, then fell over, passed out.  Everyone still cheered.  To be continued.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-1733866516230251675?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/1733866516230251675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=1733866516230251675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/1733866516230251675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/1733866516230251675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/alexs-battle.html' title='Alex&apos;s battle'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-6729710150429536894</id><published>2007-10-19T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:07:46.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why do we lie?" A simlpe question little Allen asked.</title><content type='html'>Allen Thomas walked up to his mom on a hot morning.  "Mommy, why do we lie?"  He asked.  Mrs. Thomas thought a moment.  "Well, Allen, we are all born with sin in us. Sin came into the world when Adam and Eve sinnned. We talked about that in Bible-School, remember?"  Allen nodded.  "Well, some people lie so they get what they want. Some lie when they think they are going to get in trouble."  "Like when Ginger lied 'cause she thought she was in trouble when she broke your vase?"  Allen asked.  Mrs. Thomas chuckled.  "Yes, Allen. Some people lie because they are so used to lying, they just do it all the time."  "Just like Drake? He lie's a lot, Mommy."  Mrs. Thomas laughed.  "Yes, your teenage brother does lie quite a lot, doesn't he?"  Allen giggled.  "But, Allen, did you know that God always forgives us everytime we sin? Butwe have to ask first. God love's us enough to give us His mercy."  Allen hugged his mommy with teary eyes.  "Mommy, i spilled my juice on my carpet, I'm sorry.  Mrs. Thomas kissed her son.  "Oh, sweetie, it's alright. I'm glad you told me the truth."  After wiping Little Allen's tears away, they cleaned up the mess and lived happily ever after!! The end!!  Emily Marie Clements~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-6729710150429536894?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/6729710150429536894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=6729710150429536894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/6729710150429536894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/6729710150429536894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-do-we-lie-simlpe-question-little.html' title='&quot;Why do we lie?&quot; A simlpe question little Allen asked.'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-4229975059547633394</id><published>2007-10-19T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:26:21.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ashley opened her eyes slowly.  All she could see was white.  "Where am I?"  She thought, slowly standing.  Garret.  He was standing before her with a small smile.  "Garret?"  Ashley asked.  She stumbled forward.  Garret caught her.  "Where are we?"  She asked.  Garret chuckled.  "Well, your not doing so well out there, and I'm kinda interfearing with it.  He pointed to a white ball.  Ashley watchedwith big, horror filled eyes.  She, or at least she thought it was her, was falling straight for lava.  Royal was only a few inches from his own death. "Garrey, I saved Peter. I don't wannal live. I'm to dangerous."  Garret shook his head.  "No, I'm going to bring you back."  He put his hand over Ashley heart.  Ashley felt a funny tingling.  "Wha....?!"  Suddenly, a bright light shot out of Ashley's heart.  Garret smiled softly.  "I'm going to miss you, Ashle."  He said softly.  Ashley reached out nad pulled him close.  Then, with no guilt whatsoever, they kissed.  Ashley knew what heaven felt like; it as being in Garret's arms.  "Ashley, wake up."  Garret whispered.  "Hmm?"  Ashley said, kissing him again.  "Ashley, you need to wake up."  Ashley's eyes shot open.  It was Peter.  "PETER!!!"  Ashley threw her arms around him.  "Ashley....thankGod.....Thank God."  To be continued in the realt book!! P.S. Hah, ha, Hannah!! ;)     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-4229975059547633394?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/4229975059547633394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=4229975059547633394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/4229975059547633394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/4229975059547633394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/end-part-two.html' title='The end part two'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-5844470324455502858</id><published>2007-10-19T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:17:24.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ashley snuck into the room, eyes watching Royal.  Peter was thrown at his feet.  "Well, Mr. Williams, we meet once more."  He pulled a pistol from his pocket.  BLAM!! He shot Peter's knee.  "AARRGGHH!!"  Peter shouted with pain nad fell over.  Ashley felt anger burst in every fiber in her body.  "YYYYAAAAAHHHHHGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!"  She rna like a wild cat towards Royal.  WHAM!!  She landed a hard punch on his chin.  He stumbled over, dazed.  Ashley let her fists' fly.  All the hate, all the spite, all the raw anger that had been built up in Ashley flowed out throught her flying fists'.  Royal stumbled backward, nose bleeding and mouth drooling with blood.  Ashley ran and collided into him.  They both went over the platforms edge to the lava-grave below.  "ASHLEY!!!"  Peter screamed.  Ashley felt as if she were going in slow mo.  The lava was slowly getting closer.  She closed her eyes.  She had done it.  She hd saved her brother.  Herlife for his........... To be continued!! E.M.C      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-5844470324455502858?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/5844470324455502858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=5844470324455502858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5844470324455502858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5844470324455502858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/end.html' title='The end.......'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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-3327302401824722486.post-8776024316399769262</id><published>2007-10-18T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:53:57.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New story!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ashley screamed and raced forward.  She let her energy burst from her hands.  Green orbs of lights shot from her hands as she nailed two guards.  THey toppled over nad fell over inot the dark, endless abyss below.  The other two guards dragged Garret farther inot the dark, cold hallways.  "YYAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!"  Ashley threw herself forward.  She flew after the men, scremaing nad shooting bolts of energy.  One man fell and was dead.  The other gave in.  He jumped over the thing platform nad fell, scremaing, down the endless shaft.  Garret stoodup and brushed himself off.  "Well, that was interesting."  He said.  Ashley landed on the ground softly.  "C'mon, Peter need's us."  THey took off down the hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From the third Book in the Accindent series, Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-8776024316399769262?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/8776024316399769262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=8776024316399769262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/8776024316399769262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/8776024316399769262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-story.html' title='New story!!!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-2839600712444520123</id><published>2007-10-18T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:49:11.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry! :0</title><content type='html'>Hi! I'm EVER so sorry I haven't posted in such a long time! We've been kinda busyy, so I sorta forgot! ;) Hannah and Neva Morse, I wanna say, I saw your house! It is SOOOO awesome!! Your so lucky to have a house like that! I would LOVE a house like that!! Well, I gotta go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;                  Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-2839600712444520123?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/2839600712444520123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=2839600712444520123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/2839600712444520123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/2839600712444520123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry-0.html' title='Sorry! :0'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-436149197125458202</id><published>2007-10-09T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:48:00.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion!!</title><content type='html'>My best friends, Hannah and Neva, have a little  sister named Emily, just like me!! THey keep calling us and it's really confusing!! "Emily!" "What?" "Oh, not you, Emmy, our Emily!"  LOL! LOL! It's funny!! Well, i gotta split!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely~Milie Arie Fenrir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-436149197125458202?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/436149197125458202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=436149197125458202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/436149197125458202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/436149197125458202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/confusion.html' title='Confusion!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-5358294142520208846</id><published>2007-10-09T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:38:23.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie day!!</title><content type='html'>My best buddies, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/psalm127sisters.blogspot.com"&gt;Hannah and Neva&lt;/a&gt;, are going to help me make cookies today!! ;)   I hope we make a WHOLE bunch! Hannah is excited, but I don't think Neva cares too much!!THey are leaving on Friday, so we're making the best of what we've got!! I will really miss them when they leave! :,( Well, gotta split!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milie Arie Fenrir~AKA~Emmy Clements&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-5358294142520208846?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/5358294142520208846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=5358294142520208846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5358294142520208846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/5358294142520208846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/cookie-day.html' title='Cookie day!!'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3327302401824722486.post-4499737596102321409</id><published>2007-10-07T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T07:45:37.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My story</title><content type='html'>Elizabeth crept forward, eyes trained on the prize.  A huge pink Diamond sat on a marble stool, shining in the dim light.  Elizabeth was in a tight black cat suit, and had two pistol's at her side.  She heard someone coming behind her.  "Oh, crap."  She dived behind a table and pulled out her trusty pistols.  A tall, lanky man in a tweed suit was walknig towards the diamond.  "Ah, my sweet, I return. Once I sell you on the Online Auction, I'll be richer than pookie's brownies!!"  He reached out to touch it.  "Hold it, Tweedy!"  Elizabeth snapped.  The manturned and glared at Elizabeth.  "Ah, Ms. Elizabeth Munroe, I've been expecting you!"  He pulled a small pistol from his shirt  "I wouldn't move if I were you."  He said threateningly.  Elizabeth laughed.  "Oh, I WOULD move if I were you."  She pointed her pistol up. BAM! BLAM!  One bullot hit the chandelier up above the man and it came craching down.  BANG!! He fell to the floor.  "Ow, my leg! It's stuck!!" He howled!! Elizabeth scooped up the diamond and waved.  "See ya, Tweedy!"  She ran, flipped, and crashed out the winodw.  Mr. Tweedy shouted with frustration.  "I'LL GET YOU YET, ELIZABETH MUNROE!!!!!!" ~To be continued in 'The Golden Snake of the Desert.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3327302401824722486-4499737596102321409?l=wildolivebranches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/feeds/4499737596102321409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3327302401824722486&amp;postID=4499737596102321409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/4499737596102321409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3327302401824722486/posts/default/4499737596102321409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildolivebranches.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-story.html' title='My story'/><author><name>Milie Arie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382810015103173551</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
