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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/...quickly_get_dressed_into_something_sexy,_and_be_ready_for_T</id>
		<title>...quickly get dressed into something sexy, and be ready for T</title>
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				<updated>2009-07-29T16:35:02Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are getting steadily more nervous as you wait for T to pick you up (and it doesn't help that he is late).  You've changed into a tiny jean mini-skirt, and a silky tank top that is barely there.  One of your most daring outfits, you hope that T is a nice guy.  Obviously he helped you today, but you don't feel like you can tell anybody that you are going out with a senior!  Even your dad doesn't know where you're going and thinks that you are going to a friends for the night.  You keep waiting where T said he would pick you up (in his car!), but he is over 20 minutes late, and not helping your nerves at all.  Finally, there he is!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You get in the car, and nervously turn to say hi.  T says, &amp;quot;Look babe, I don't want to make small talk.  Just wait until we get there, kay?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you sit in silence, you wonder where you're going.  T hasn't told you anything, and now is treating you like shit.  Still, he could have had a rough day.  You decide to give him a quick, nervous smile, and then you look out the window while the silence grows.  Where are you headed?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You finally arrive at a house, and follow T into a finished basement.  T sits on the couch with you, and puts his arm around you in a protective way.  &amp;quot;Now we can talk sweetcheeks.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Sweetcheeks? ... you think...)  &amp;quot;Um, thanks for helping me today T.&amp;quot; You stutter.  &amp;quot;Hhh, how is your day going.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Better now, bitchface.&amp;quot; T grabs your shoulder even tighter.  &amp;quot;I've got about 100 text messages from you cheating on your math test.  You better do exactly as I say, or else I'll take them straight to your teacher and the principal.&amp;quot;  T starts to laugh: &amp;quot;and that means no more cheerleading, a guaranteed fail, and hell, with the schools new rules on cheating, they might just expel you for good.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You start to cry, and pull away from T, as you run towards the staircase.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I don't think so cunt.&amp;quot;  T grabs you, ripping your shirt, and throws you onto the couch.  He slaps you across the face so hard you can barely breath.  &amp;quot;You're mine now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Do whatever he says... you have no choice]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Fight as hard as you can to break free... you have no choice, but giving in is worse]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/...quickly_get_dressed_into_something_sexy,_and_be_ready_for_T</id>
		<title>...quickly get dressed into something sexy, and be ready for T</title>
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				<updated>2009-07-29T16:33:53Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are getting steadily more nervous as you wait for T to pick you up (and it doesn't help that he is late).  You've changed into a tiny jean mini-skirt, and a silky tank top that is barely there.  One of your most daring outfits, you hope that T is a nice guy.  Obviously he helped you today, but you don't feel like you can tell anybody that you are going out with a senior!  Even your dad doesn't know where you're going and thinks that you are going to a friends for the night.  You keep waiting where T said he would pick you up (in his car!), but he is over 20 minutes late, and not helping your nerves at all.  Finally, there he is!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You get in the car, and nervously turn to say hi.  T says, &amp;quot;Look babe, I don't want to make small talk.  Just wait until we get there, kay?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you sit in silence, you wonder where you're going.  T hasn't told you anything, and now is treating you like shit.  Still, he could have had a rough day.  You decide to give him a quick, nervous smile, and then you look out the window while the silence grows.  Where are you headed?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You finally arrive at a house, and follow T into a finished basement.  T sits on the couch with you, and puts his arm around you in a protective way.  &amp;quot;Now we can talk sweetcheeks.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Sweetcheeks? ... you think...)  &amp;quot;Um, thanks for helping me today T.&amp;quot; You stutter.  &amp;quot;Hhh, how is your day going.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Better now, bitchface.&amp;quot; T grabs your shoulder even tighter.  &amp;quot;I've got about 100 text messages from you cheating on your math test.  You better do exactly as I say, or else I'll take them straight to your teacher and the principal.&amp;quot;  T starts to laugh: &amp;quot;and that means no more cheerleading, a guaranteed fail, and hell, with the schools new rules on cheating, they might just expel you for good.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You start to cry, and pull away from T, as you run towards the staircase.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I don't think so cunt.&amp;quot;  T grabs you, ripping your shirt, throws you onto the couch.  He slaps you across the face so hard you can barely breath.  &amp;quot;You're mine now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Do whatever he says... you have no choice]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Fight as hard as you can to break free... you have no choice, but giving in is worse]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/...quickly_get_dressed_into_something_sexy,_and_be_ready_for_T</id>
		<title>...quickly get dressed into something sexy, and be ready for T</title>
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				<updated>2009-07-29T16:33:12Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are getting steadily more nervous as you wait for T to pick you up (and it doesn't help that he is late).  You've changed into a tiny jean mini-skirt, and a silky tank top that is barely there.  One of your most daring outfits, you hope that T is a nice guy.  Obviously he helped you today, but you don't feel like you can tell anybody that you are going out with a senior!  Even your dad doesn't know where you're going.  He thinks that you are going to a friends for the night.  You keep waiting where T said he would pick you up (in his car!), but he is over 20 minutes late, and not helping your nerves at all.  Finally, there he is!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You get in the car, and nervously turn to say hi.  T says, &amp;quot;Look babe, I don't want to make small talk.  Just wait until we get there, kay?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you sit in silence, you wonder where you're going.  T hasn't told you anything, and now is treating you like shit.  Still, he could have had a rough day.  You decide to give him a quick, nervous smile, and then you look out the window while the silence grows.  Where are you headed?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You finally arrive at a house, and follow T into a finished basement.  T sits on the couch with you, and puts his arm around you in a protective way.  &amp;quot;Now we can talk sweetcheeks.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Sweetcheeks? ... you think...)  &amp;quot;Um, thanks for helping me today T.&amp;quot; You stutter.  &amp;quot;Hhh, how is your day going.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Better now, bitchface.&amp;quot; T grabs your shoulder even tighter.  &amp;quot;I've got about 100 text messages from you cheating on your math test.  You better do exactly as I say, or else I'll take them straight to your teacher and the principal.&amp;quot;  T starts to laugh: &amp;quot;and that means no more cheerleading, a guaranteed fail, and hell, with the schools new rules on cheating, they might just expel you for good.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You start to cry, and pull away from T, as you run towards the staircase.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I don't think so cunt.&amp;quot;  T grabs you, ripping your shirt, throws you onto the couch.  He slaps you across the face so hard you can barely breath.  &amp;quot;You're mine now.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Do whatever he says... you have no choice]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Fight as hard as you can to break free... you have no choice, but giving in is worse]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Give_him_a_call_later_and_flirt_a_little_back!</id>
		<title>Give him a call later and flirt a little back!</title>
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				<updated>2009-07-29T16:11:39Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While you don't really know T, you certainly owe him for helping you pass the test.  Without him, you would have been completely fucked!  Still, T is a high school senior.  What would he see in a little freshman cheerleader?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
T is a big guy, and you don't really know any of his friends.  You don't really know anything about him.  Hard to know who to trust in high school, especially since you just got there.  Still, T did help you out in a big way... You decide that you owe it to T to give him a call after cheerleading practice... but you're still a little nervous :)  Luckily, the call goes quickly as T simply tells you that he is picking you up after practice, and that you should wear something sexy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You aren't use to being pushed around like this, or told what to do, but it is kind of hot and naughty that a senior cares this much about you.  Should you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[...quickly get dressed into something sexy, and be ready for T]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[...avoid T...  Why is a high school senior interested in you?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
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		<title>Give him a call later and flirt a little back!</title>
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				<updated>2009-07-29T16:11:12Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While you don't really know T, you certainly owe him for helping you pass the test.  Without him, you would have been completely fucked!  Still, T is a high school senior.  What would he see in a little freshman cheerleader?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
T is a big guy, and you don't really know any of his friends.  You don't really know anything about him.  Hard to know who to trust in high school, especially since you just got there.  Still, T did help you out in a big way...&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You decide that you owe it to T to give him a call after cheerleading practice... but you're still a little nervous :)  Luckily, the call goes quickly as T simply tells you that he is picking you up after practice, and that you should wear something sexy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You aren't use to being pushed around like this, or told what to do, but it is kind of hot and naughty that a senior cares this much about you.  Should you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[...quickly get dressed into something sexy, and be ready for T]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[...avoid T...  Why is a high school senior interested in you?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Give_him_a_call_later_and_flirt_a_little_back!</id>
		<title>Give him a call later and flirt a little back!</title>
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				<updated>2009-07-29T16:08:07Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While you don't really know T, you certainly owe him for helping you pass the test.  Without him, you would have been completely fucked!  Still, T is a high school senior.  What would he see in a little freshman cheerleader?&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You decide that you owe it to T to give him a call after cheerleading practice... but you're still a little nervous :)  Luckily, the call goes quickly as T simply tells you that he is picking you up after practice, and that you should wear something sexy.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You aren't use to being pushed around like this, or told what to do, but it is kind of sexy that a senior cares this much about you.  Should you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Quickly get dressed into something sexy, and be ready for T]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Avoid T.  Why is a high school senior interested in you?]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/You_use_your_cell_phone_during_the_test_to_text_your_math_savvy_friend</id>
		<title>You use your cell phone during the test to text your math savvy friend</title>
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				<updated>2009-07-29T16:00:46Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After deciding to cheat, you used your cell phone to text a senior named Teivel.  Even though you're a freshman, a friend of yours from cheerleading had introduced you to T, and he had offered to help you if you ever needed it.  This was certainly the time for that!   So, after you and he spent an hour texting back and forth, you finished the test in the clear!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you walk out of class, T shoots you another text:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Call me tonight girl.  I've got something naughty for you...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Weird, since he is kind of (or completely) in a different social circle, he has never flirted like that before.  Still, it was amazing he helped you out.&lt;br /&gt;
How should you respond?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Give him a call later and flirt a little back!]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ignore his calls and try to avoid the old perv... you were just using him]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/You_use_your_cell_phone_during_the_test_to_text_your_math_savvy_friend</id>
		<title>You use your cell phone during the test to text your math savvy friend</title>
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				<updated>2009-07-29T16:00:07Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After deciding to cheat, you used your cell phone to text a senior named Teivel.  Even though you're a freshman, a friend of yours from cheerleading had introduced you to T, and he had offered to help you if you ever needed it.  This was certainly the time for that!   So, after you and he spent an hour texting back and forth, you finished the test in the clear!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you walk out of class, the math guru shoots you another text:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Call me tonight girl.  I've got something naughty for you...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Weird, since he is kind of (or completely) in a different social circle, he has never flirted like that before.  Still, it was amazing he helped you out.&lt;br /&gt;
How should you respond?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Give him a call later and flirt a little back!]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ignore his calls and try to avoid the old perv... you were just using him]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/You_use_your_cell_phone_during_the_test_to_text_your_math_savvy_friend</id>
		<title>You use your cell phone during the test to text your math savvy friend</title>
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				<updated>2009-07-29T15:59:49Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After deciding to cheat, you used your cell phone to text a senior named Teivel.  Even though you're a freshman, a friend of yours from cheerleading had introduced you to T, and he had offered to help you if you ever needed it.  This was certainly the time for that!   So, after you and he spent an hour texting back and forth, you finished the test in the clear!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you walk out of class, the math guru shoots you another text:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Call me tonight girl.  I've got something naughty for you...&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Weird, since he is kind of (or completely) in a different social circle, he has never flirted like that before.  Still, it was amazing he helped you out.&lt;br /&gt;
How should you respond?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Give him a call later and flirt a little back!]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ignore his calls and try to avoid the old perv... you were just using him]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Walk_to_school</id>
		<title>Walk to school</title>
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				<updated>2009-07-29T15:48:06Z</updated>
		
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&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After walking to school, you realize you forgot all about your math test!  Ugh, you are screwed.  Math is first period with Mr. Jones, and there is no way that he is going to let you get out of the test, no matter what you can think of!  This is awful.. worse than awful - you already might be kicked off the cheerleading team because of grades.  It has been a rough quarter and, if you fail math, you might be forced to drop out of school entirely.  Mr. Jones had even had a talk with you last month about your poor progress in math, and you had promised him 100% that you were going to be better.  Your sweet talking had worked once, but there was no way it was going to work again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If only you had remembered the test earlier!  You could have skipped school, or had you really remembered it, you could have actually studied for it.  There was some nerd in the class named Marcus that had offered to study with you.  Obviously he just wanted to spend time with a cheerleader, and you had actually seen him trying not to stare at your tits last time he tried to talk to you, but had you realized how screwed you were going to be, you would have done it in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You start to tear up, as you hurry through the halls.  There is nothing you can do now.  You sit down in class, and decide you have to cheat, but how will you do it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You look over at the smart kid's answers during the test]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You hastily make a cheat sheet and look at it under your desk]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You use your cell phone during the test to text your math savvy friend]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Mr._Moore_comes_up_to_tip_you,_blocking_Mr._Jones%E2%80%99_view.</id>
		<title>Mr. Moore comes up to tip you, blocking Mr. Jones’ view.</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T13:10:12Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''' ''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''' ''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank god!  Mr. Moore just came up to tip you, and is blocking the view of Mr. Jones.  &amp;quot;Hey Lidia, how're you doing tonight?&amp;quot;  Mr. Moore drawls as he puts a few bills in your tiny white thong.  He starts to get up, and go back to his seat.  You have to stop him, before he leaves and stops blocking the view of Mr. Jones, and your life is over!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You grab his shirt from the stage, and push his head towards your tight young tits.  &amp;quot;Don't leave Mr. Moore!&amp;quot;  You start to say as you talk to him.  You've always acted cool before, but this situation called for desperate measures.  You spend the long, lengthy remainder of the song playing with him, and teasing him like you've never done before.  Luckily it works!  Mr. Jones seems uninterested in watching a girl play with another customer, especially for the song!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, you just needs to get out of dodge.  You are unbelievably nervous, and shaking from how close this all was.  Mr. Moore has a goofy grin on his face though, and turns to you saying, &amp;quot;Wow, that was unbelievable.  Let's go get a private dance.&amp;quot;  Perfect.  You lead him out, into a private booth in back.  He senses something is going on, and asks, &amp;quot;Why do you seems so flustered Lidia, is everything ok?&amp;quot;  As you enter the booth, you break down and tell him everything, even reveling that you are actually just a high school student, and that Mr. Jones is a teacher.  You don't know why you are telling Mr. Moore everything, but you feel like you can trust him.  As you finish, and a new song begins, you take a deep breath, and start to dance a little seductively in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, Mr. Moore reaches out, and cups your boobs!  You've never had a client touch you before out of the blue like that.  You glare at him, and say, &amp;quot;Wait, you can't do that - you know the policy Mr. Moore.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He gives you a devilish grin, and says, &amp;quot;I think the policy has changed, unless you'd like Mr. Jones to find out all about you little girl.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Why don't you start making me very happy, and give me a lapdance - but with those lovely tits of yours.  I have a feeling I can add a little something to them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You start to tear up, but have no choice.  You unzip his pants, and start rubbing his rapidly growing cock between your firm, young breasts.  He grabs you by the back of your head, and forces your head down onto his dick.  &amp;quot;No biting now, sweetheart.&amp;quot;  You start to choke against his &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What happens next?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The manager bursts in.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You suddenly stop.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You continue.]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Mr._Moore_comes_up_to_tip_you,_blocking_Mr._Jones%E2%80%99_view.</id>
		<title>Mr. Moore comes up to tip you, blocking Mr. Jones’ view.</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T12:39:47Z</updated>
		
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&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''' ''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''' ''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank god!  Mr. Moore just came up to tip you, and is blocking the view of Mr. Jones.  &amp;quot;Hey Lidia, how're you doing tonight?&amp;quot;  Mr. Moore drawls as he puts a few bills in your tiny white thong.  He starts to get up, and go back to his seat.  You have to stop him, before he leaves and stops blocking the view of Mr. Jones, and your life is over!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You grab his shirt from the stage, and push his head towards your tight young tits.  &amp;quot;Don't leave Mr. Moore!&amp;quot;  You start to say as you talk to him.  You've always acted cool before, but this situation called for desperate measures.  You spend the long, lengthy remainder of the song playing with him, and teasing him like you've never done before.  Luckily it works!  Mr. Jones seems uninterested in watching her play with another customer, especially for the song!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, you just needs to get out of dodge.  You are unbelievably nervous, and shaking from how close this all was.  Mr. Moore has a goofy grin on his face though, and turns to you saying, &amp;quot;Wow, that was unbelievable.  Let's go get a private dance.&amp;quot;  Perfect.  You lead him out, into a private booth in back.  He senses something is going on, and asks, &amp;quot;Why do you seems so flustered Lidia, is everything ok?&amp;quot;  As you enter the booth, you break down and tell him everything, even reveling that you are actually just a high school student, and that Mr. Jones is a teacher.  You don't know why you are telling Mr. Moore everything, but you feel like you can trust him.  As you finish, and a new song begins, you take a deep breath, and start to dance a little seductively in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, Mr. Moore reaches out, and cups your boobs!  You've never had a client touch you before out of the blue like that.  You glare at him, and say, &amp;quot;Wait, you can't do that - you know the policy Mr. Moore.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He gives you a devilish grin, and says, &amp;quot;I think the policy has changed, unless you'd like Mr. Jones to find out all about you little girl.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Why don't you start making me very happy, and give me a lapdance - but with those lovely tits of yours.  I have a feeling I can add a little something to them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You start to tear up, but have no choice.  You unzip his pants, and start rubbing his rapidly growing cock between your firm, young breasts.  He grabs you by the back of your head, and forces your head down onto his dick.  &amp;quot;No biting now, sweetheart.&amp;quot;  You start to choke against his &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What happens next?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The manager bursts in.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You suddenly stop.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You continue.]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Mr._Moore_comes_up_to_tip_you,_blocking_Mr._Jones%E2%80%99_view.</id>
		<title>Mr. Moore comes up to tip you, blocking Mr. Jones’ view.</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T12:39:04Z</updated>
		
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&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''' ''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''' ''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank god!  Mr. Moore just came up to tip you, and is blocking the view of Mr. Jones.  &amp;quot;Hey Lidia, how're you doing tonight?&amp;quot;  Mr. Moore drawls as he puts a few bills in your tiny white thong.  He starts to get up, and go back to his seat.  You have to stop him, before he leaves and stops blocking the view of Mr. Jones, and your life is over!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You grab his shirt from the stage, and push his head towards your tight young tits.  &amp;quot;Don't leave Mr. Moore!&amp;quot;  You start to say as you talk to him.  You've always acted cool before, but this situation called for desperate measures.  You spend the long, lengthy remainder of the song playing with him, and teasing him like you've never done before.  Luckily it works!  Mr. Jones seems uninterested in watching her play with another customer, especially for the song!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, you just needs to get out of dodge.  You are unbelievably nervous, and shaking from how close this all was.  Mr. Moore has a goofy grin on his face though, and turns to you saying, &amp;quot;Wow, that was unbelievable.  Let's go get a private dance.&amp;quot;  Perfect.  You lead him out, into a private booth in back.  He senses something is going on, and asks, &amp;quot;Why do you seems so flustered Lidia, is everything ok?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you enter the booth, you break down and tell him everything, even reveling that you are actually just a high school student, and that Mr. Jones is a teacher.  You don't know why you are telling Mr. Moore everything, but you feel like you can trust him.  As you finish, and a new song begins, you take a deep breath, and start to dance a little seductively in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, Mr. Moore reaches out, and cups your boobs!  You've never had a client touch you before out of the blue like that.  You glare at him, and say, &amp;quot;Wait, you can't do that - you know the policy Mr. Moore.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He gives you a devilish grin, and says, &amp;quot;I think the policy has changed, unless you'd like Mr. Jones to find out all about you little girl.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Why don't you start making me very happy, and give me a lapdance - but with those lovely tits of yours.  I have a feeling I can add a little something to them.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You start to tear up, but have no choice.  You unzip his pants, and start rubbing his rapidly growing cock between your firm, young breasts.  He grabs you by the back of your head, and forces your head down onto his dick.  &amp;quot;No biting now, sweetheart.&amp;quot;  You start to choke against his &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What happens next?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The manager bursts in.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You suddenly stop.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You continue.]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Try_to_sit_by_him,_and_be_his_sweet_daughter</id>
		<title>Try to sit by him, and be his sweet daughter</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T12:14:03Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You sit down next to him on the couch, and start watching the gory movie on TV.  After a moment, you become aware that he's staring at you, and you turn and look at him, and give him a little smile.  You really need to try to be a good girl for him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You remind so much of your mother, you know,&amp;quot; he says.  You nod.  &amp;quot;I remember me and your mother used to sit here late at night watching TV, just like this,&amp;quot; he says, putting his arm around your shoulders.  He draws you close, and you can smell beer on his breath.  It is hot outside, and he is an uncomfortable heat next to you.  You both continue watching, but you soon become aware that his hand is resting on your breast, his middle finger on your nipple.  You can feel him ever so slightly pressing on your nipple.  As it becomes hard, he begins moving around it, pushing it in a circle.  You're too embarrassed to look up, so you let him continue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is awkward, but you decide to just finish watching the movie.  Then you can go back to your room or whatever, but leaving now will just create more problems.  You hate confrontation.  As his middle finger continues to graze your nipple, which is now poking out through your tank top, you feel even worse.  The movie is now cutting to a sexual scene, and you feel even more embarrassed than before.  You start to sweat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your daddy places his other hand just below the bottom of your short skirt and feels the glisten of your sweat.  He finally speaks, saying, &amp;quot;you know,&amp;quot; as he looks down at you again, &amp;quot;you seem hot, honey.  In this heat, your mother usually would sit with her shirt off.  Why don't you take your shirt off now and cool down a little?  It's just us here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Yes, you mind!]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Do what he wants]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Try_to_sit_by_him,_and_be_his_sweet_daughter</id>
		<title>Try to sit by him, and be his sweet daughter</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T12:13:45Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You sit down next to him on the couch, and start watching the gory movie on TV.  After a moment, you become aware that he's staring at you, and you turn and look at him, and give him a little smile.  You really need to try to be a good girl for him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You remind so much of your mother, you know,&amp;quot; he says.  You nod.  &amp;quot;I remember me and your mother used to sit here late at night watching TV, just like this,&amp;quot; he says, putting his arm around your shoulders.  He draws you close, and you can smell beer on his breath.  It is hot outside, and he is an uncomfortable heat next to you.  You both continue watching, but you soon become aware that his hand is resting on your breast, his middle finger on your nipple.  You can feel him ever so slightly pressing on your nipple.  As it becomes hard, he begins moving around it, pushing it in a circle.  You're too embarrassed to look up, so you let him continue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is awkward, but you decide to just finish watching the movie.  Then you can go back to your room or whatever, but leaving now will just create more problems.  You hate confrontation.  As his middle finger continues to graze your nipple, which is now poking out through your tank top, you feel even worse.  The movie is now cutting to a sexual scene, and you feel even more embarrassed than before.  You start to sweat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your daddy places his other hand just below the bottom of your short skirt and feels the glisten of your sweat.  He finally speaks, saying, &amp;quot;you know,&amp;quot; as he looks down at you again, &amp;quot;you seem hot, honey.  In this heat, your mother usually would sit with her shirt off.  Why don't you take your shirt off now and cool down a little?  It's just us here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Yes, you mind!]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Do what he wants]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Try_to_sit_by_him,_and_be_his_sweet_daughter</id>
		<title>Try to sit by him, and be his sweet daughter</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T12:12:16Z</updated>
		
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&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;You sit down next to him on the couch, and start watching the gory movie on TV.  After a moment, you become aware that he's staring at you, and you turn and look at him, and give him a little smile.  You really need to try to be a good girl for him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You remind so much of your mother, you know,&amp;quot; he says.  You nod.  &amp;quot;I remember me and your mother used to sit here late at night watching TV, just like this,&amp;quot; he says, putting his arm around your shoulders.  He draws you close, and you can smell beer on his breath.  It is hot outside, and he is an uncomfortable heat next to you.  You both continue watching, but you soon become aware that his hand is resting on your breast, his middle finger on your nipple.  You can feel him ever so slightly pressing on your nipple.  As it becomes hard, he begins moving around it, pushing it in a circle.  You're too embarrassed to look up, so you let him continue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is awkward, but you decide to just finish watching the movie.  Then you can go back to your room or whatever, but leaving now will just create more problems.  You hate confrontation.  As his middle finger continues to graze your nipple, which is now poking out through your tank top, you feel even worse.  The movie is now cutting to a sexual scene, and you feel even more embarrassed than before.  You start to sweat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your daddy places his other hand just below the bottom of your short skirt and feels the glisten of your sweat.  He finally speaks, saying, &amp;quot;you know,&amp;quot; as he looks down at you again, &amp;quot;you seem hot, honey.  In this heat, your mother usually would sit with her shirt off.  Why don't you take your shirt off now and cool down a little?  It's just us here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Yes, you mind!]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Do what he wants]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/You_look_over_at_the_smart_kid%27s_answers_during_the_test</id>
		<title>You look over at the smart kid's answers during the test</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:56:42Z</updated>
		
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&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since you decided to cheat to save your cheerleading spot, you glance over at the nerd's test.  He may try to sneak a look at your boobs occasionally, but this is payback, and very valuable payback indeed! It is so easy.  Nobody is looking at you - even Mr. Jones seems distracted.  Your heart is pounding in your chest so loud, that you feel like the whole class can hear it, and your hands are clammy, but you are actually getting all the answers you need. There is no way that you would have been able to come up with any of these on your own!  You turn in your paper with full faith that your cheerleading spot is safe!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But as you turn to leave, Mr. Jones looks over his silly reading glasses, and asks to see you for a moment after class.  Oh no!  Maybe he saw you cheating and your life is over!  Is there anyway to get out of this?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[No.  You have to talk to him.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Yes.  You tell him you have to go, but you will come back after school.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Yes.  You run away and drop out of school forever!]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Walk_to_school</id>
		<title>Walk to school</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:53:07Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After walking to school, you realize you forgot all about your math test!  Ugh, you are screwed.  Math is first period with Mr. Jones, and there is no way that he is going to let you get out of the test, no matter what you can think of!  This is awful.. worse than awful - you already might be kicked off the cheerleading team because of grades.  It has been a rough quarter and, if you fail math, you might be forced to drop out of school entirely.  Mr. Jones had even had a talk with you last month about your poor progress in math, and you had promised him 100% that you were going to be better.  Your sweet talking had worked once, but there was no way it was going to work again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If only you had remembered the test earlier!  You could have skipped school, or had you really remembered it, you could have actually studied for it.  There was some nerd in the class named Marcus that had offered to study with you.  Obviously he just wanted to spend time with a cheerleader, and you had actually seen him trying not to stare at your boobs last time he tried to talk to you, but had you realized how screwed you were going to be, you would have done it in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You start to tear up, as you hurry through the halls.  There is nothing you can do now.  You sit down in class, and decide you have to cheat, but how will you do it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You look over at the smart kid's answers during the test]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You hastily make a cheat sheet and look at it under your desk]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You use your cell phone during the test to text your math savvy friend]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Walk_to_school</id>
		<title>Walk to school</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:52:19Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After walking to school, you realize you forgot all about your math test!  Ugh, you are screwed.  Math is first period with Mr. Jones, and there is no way that he is going to let you get out of the test, no matter what you can think of!  This is awful.. worse than awful - you already might be kicked off the cheerleading team because of grades.  It has been a rough quarter and, if you fail math, you might be forced to drop out of school entirely.  Mr. Jones had even had a talk with you last month about your poor progress in math, and you had promised him 100% that you were going to be better.  Your sweet talking had worked once, but there was no way it was going to work again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If only you had remembered the test earlier!  You could have skipped school, or had you really remembered it, you could have actually studied for it.  There was some nerd in the class named Marcus that had offered to study with you.  Obviously he just wanted to spend time with a cheerleader, and you had actually seen him trying not to stare at your chest last time he tried to talk to you, but had you realized how screwed you were going to be, you would have done it in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You start to tear up, as you hurry through the halls.  There is nothing you can do now.  You sit down in class, and decide you have to cheat, but how will you do it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You look over at the smart kid's answers during the test]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You hastily make a cheat sheet and look at it under your desk]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You use your cell phone during the test to text your math savvy friend]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Act_tough,_and_tell_him_to_get_a_job_and_snap_out_of_it</id>
		<title>Act tough, and tell him to get a job and snap out of it</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:37:28Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'' '''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''' ''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can't take him looking at you like that!  &amp;quot;Well, what are you looking at?&amp;quot;, you suddenly decide to sneer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He looks at you through bloodshot and bleary eyes.  &amp;quot;I can look at whatever I want!&amp;quot; he says, downing another can of Coors Light.  &amp;quot;You don’t talk to ME like that.  I’m your father!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Whatever, why don’t you snap out of it and get a job!&amp;quot; you retort, turning your attention back to the TV.  Suddenly you hear the sound of something light being hurled through the air.  You see a flash of light and feel a sudden stabbing pain on the side of your forehead.  A crumpled beer can plinks down to the floor.  Your father just hit you in the head with a beer can.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You're a big fucking jerk!&amp;quot; you scream at him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They fired me, you stupid bitch!  They fired ME!&amp;quot; he shouts at you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I hate you!&amp;quot;  You seethe and then storm off to your bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Where are you going?&amp;quot; he yells after you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I’m going to go to work!&amp;quot;  You don’t have to work tonight, but your father doesn't know that.  If anything, you can pick up an extra shift.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go to your job at the Movie Theater]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go to your job at the Strip Club (Fake ID)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go to work as a secretary at the psychiatrist office...]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Act_tough,_and_tell_him_to_get_a_job_and_snap_out_of_it</id>
		<title>Act tough, and tell him to get a job and snap out of it</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:36:34Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'' '''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''' ''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can't take him looking at you like that!  &amp;quot;What are you looking at?&amp;quot;, you suddenly decide to sneer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He looks at you through bloodshot and bleary eyes.  &amp;quot;I can look at whatever I want!&amp;quot; he says, downing another can of Coors Light.  &amp;quot;You don’t talk to ME like that.  I’m your father!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Whatever, why don’t you snap out of it and get a job!&amp;quot; you retort, turning your attention back to the TV.  Suddenly you hear the sound of something light being hurled through the air.  You see a flash of light and feel a sudden stabbing pain on the side of your forehead.  A crumpled beer can plinks down to the floor.  Your father just hit you in the head with a beer can.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You're a big fucking jerk!&amp;quot; you scream at him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;They fired me, you stupid bitch!  They fired ME!&amp;quot; he shouts at you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I hate you!&amp;quot;  You seethe and then storm off to your bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Where are you going?&amp;quot; he yells after you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I’m going to go to work!&amp;quot;  You don’t have to work tonight, but your father doesn't know that.  If anything, you can pick up an extra shift.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go to your job at the Movie Theater]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go to your job at the Strip Club (Fake ID)]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go to work as a secretary at the psychiatrist office...]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Spend_your_time_at_home</id>
		<title>Spend your time at home</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:29:45Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After deciding to spend your time at home, you just begin the day by hanging around your room.  You finally have a chance to read through the latest Cosmogirl.  You wish that you could afford to look as sexy as the girls in the magazine.  You've been trying lately, with more skirts, and fashion sense, but you still don't feel glamorous.  The quiz sucks this issue (&amp;quot;To Headwear or not&amp;quot;), but you take it anyway - apparently in your case it's a not!  But still, one can't ready Cosmo all day, and so bored, you leave your room and see your your daddy in the living room. He's setting in a big chair, in his boxers and dirty t-shirt, drinking a beer, and watching a movie on tv with a lot of blood and guts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ever since your mom died last year, things have been getting steadily worse.  She was all that kept the family in line.  Since her death, your daddy lost his job, and has started drinking heavily, and you have to take care of your little five-year old brother, who's still at daycare now. Daddy only lays around, and doesn't ever seem to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You sit down on the couch, and even though you don't really want to, you start watching the gory movie.  You've avoided your daddy for a couple weeks now, because he's been making you uncomfortable.  Still, you realize how awful life must be for him, and you want to be a good girl, so feeling guilty, you decide you need to make an effort.  But then you glance up, and realize he is looking at you strangely again, in the way you've been worried about a lot lately.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Daddy seems to be more and more interested in you each time, and not in a comfortable way.  Today, it might be because you're still dressed for school - a short skirt and tank top.  It could even be that you're just imagining things - you have been ignoring him a lot lately, and he might just miss you.  He is your father, so you have to try to say something to him, but what can you say?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Act tough, and tell him to get a job and snap out of it]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to sit by him, and be his sweet daughter]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Just ignore him and go to your room again]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Spend_your_time_at_home</id>
		<title>Spend your time at home</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:29:05Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After deciding to spend your time at home, you just begin the day by hanging around your room.  You finally have a chance to read through the latest Cosmogirl.  You wish that you could afford to look as sexy as the girls in the magazine.  You've been trying lately, with more skirts, and fashion sense, but you still don't feel glamorous.  The quiz sucks this issue (&amp;quot;To Headwear or not&amp;quot;), but you take it anyway - apparently in your case it's a not!  But still, one can't ready Cosmo all day, and so bored, you leave your room and see your your daddy in the living room. He's setting in a big chair, in his boxers and dirty t-shirt, drinking a beer, and watching a movie on tv with a lot of blood and guts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ever since your mom died last year, things have been getting steadily worse.  She was all that kept the family in line.  Since her death, your daddy lost his job, and has started drinking heavily, and you have to take care of your little five-year old brother, who's still at daycare now. Daddy only lays around, and doesn't ever seem to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You sit down on the couch, and even though you don't really want to, you start watching the gory movie.  You've avoided your daddy for a couple weeks now, because he's been making you uncomfortable.  Still, you realize how awful life must be for him, and you want to be a good girl, so feeling guilty, you decide you need to make an effort.  But then you glance up, and realize he is looking at you strangely again, in the way you've been worried about a lot lately.  He seems to be more and more interested in you each time, and not in a comfortable way.  Today, it might be because you're still dressed for school - a short skirt and tank top.  It could even be that you're just imagining things - you have been ignoring him a lot lately, and he might just miss you.  He is your father, so you have to try to say something to him, but what can you say?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Act tough, and tell him to get a job and snap out of it]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to sit by him, and be his sweet daughter]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Just ignore him and go to your room again]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Spend_your_time_at_home</id>
		<title>Spend your time at home</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:28:19Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After deciding to spend your time at home, you just begin the day by hanging around your room.  You finally have a chance to read through the latest Cosmogirl.  You wish that you could afford to look as sexy as the girls in the magazine.  You've been trying lately, with more skirts, and fashion sense, but you still don't feel glamorous.  The quiz sucks this issue (&amp;quot;To Headwear or not&amp;quot;), but you take it anyway - apparently in your case it's a not!  But still, one can't ready Cosmo all day, and so bored, you leave your room and see your your daddy in the living room. He's setting in a big chair, in his boxers and dirty t-shirt, drinking a beer, and watching a movie on tv with a lot of blood and guts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ever since your mom died last year, things have been getting steadily worse.  She was all that kept the family in line.  Since her death, your daddy lost his job, and has started drinking heavily, and you have to take care of your little five-year old brother, who's still at daycare now. Daddy only lays around, and doesn't ever seem to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You sit down on the couch, and even though you don't really want to, you start watching the gory movie.  You've avoided your daddy for a couple weeks now, because he's been making you uncomfortable.  Still, you realize how awful life must be for him, and you want to be a good girl, so feeling guilty, you decide you need to make an effort.  But then you glance up, and realize he is looking at you strangely again, in the way you've been worried about a lot lately.  He seems to be more and more interested in you each time, and not in a comfortable way.  Today, it might be because you're still dressed for school - a short skirt and tank top.  It could be that you're just imagining things though - you have been ignoring him a lot lately, and he might just miss you.  He is your father, so you have to try to say something to him, but what can you say?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Act tough, and tell him to get a job and snap out of it]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to sit by him, and be his sweet daughter]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Just ignore him and go to your room again]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Spend_your_time_at_home</id>
		<title>Spend your time at home</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:27:13Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After deciding to spend your time at home, you just begin the day by hanging around your room.  You finally have a chance to read through the latest Cosmogirl.  You wish that you could afford to look as sexy as the girls in the magazine.  You've been trying lately, with more skirts, and fashion sense, but you still don't feel glamorous.  The quiz sucks this issue (&amp;quot;To Headwear or not&amp;quot;), but you take it anyway - apparently in your case it's a not!  But still, one can't ready Cosmo all day, and so bored, you leave your room and see your your daddy in the living room. He's setting in a big chair, in his boxers and dirty t-shirt, drinking a beer, and watching a movie on tv with a lot of blood and guts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ever since your mom died last year, things have been getting steadily worse.  She was all that kept the family in line.  Since her death, your father lost his job, and has started drinking heavily, and you have to take care of your little five-year old brother, who's still at daycare now. Your father only lays around, and doesn't ever seem to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You sit down on the couch, and even though you don't really want to, you start watching the gory movie.  You've avoided your daddy for a couple weeks now, because he's been making you uncomfortable.  Still, you realize how awful life must be for him, and you want to be a good girl, so feeling guilty, you decide you need to make an effort.  But then you glance up, and realize he is looking at you strangely again, in the way you've been worried about a lot lately.  He seems to be more and more interested in you each time, and not in a comfortable way.  Today, it might be because you're still dressed for school - a short skirt and tank top.  It could be that you're just imagining things though - you have been ignoring him a lot lately, and he might just miss you.  He is your father, so you have to try to say something to him, but what can you say?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Act tough, and tell him to get a job and snap out of it]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to sit by him, and be his sweet daughter]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Just ignore him and go to your room again]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Spend_your_time_at_home</id>
		<title>Spend your time at home</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:17:19Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After deciding to spend your time at home, you just begin the day by hanging around your room.  You finally have a chance to read through the latest Cosmogirl.  You wish that you could afford to look as sexy as the girls in the magazine.  You've been trying lately, with more skirts, and fashion sense, but you still don't feel glamorous.  The quiz sucks this issue (&amp;quot;To Headwear or not&amp;quot;), but you take it anyway - apparently in your case it's a not!  But still, one can't ready Cosmo all day, and so bored, you leave your room and see your your father in the living room. He's setting in a big chair, in his boxers and dirty t-shirt, drinking a beer, and watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ever since your mom died last year, things have been getting steadily worse.  She was all that kept the family in line.  Since her death, your father lost his job, and has started drinking heavily, and you have to take care of your little five-year old brother, who's still at daycare now. Your father only lays around, and doesn't ever seem to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You sit down on the couch, and start watching TV.  Your father is looking at you strangely, something you've been worried about lately.  He seems to be more and more interested in you, and not in a comfortable way.  Today, it might be because you're still dressed for school - a short skirt and tank top.  He's making you uncomfortable, but he is your father, so you have to try to say something to him, but what can you say?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Act tough, and tell him to get a job and snap out of it]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to sit by him, and be his sweet daughter]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Just ignore him and go to your room again]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Spend_your_time_at_home</id>
		<title>Spend your time at home</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:15:26Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After deciding to spend your time at home, you just begin the day by hanging around your room.  You finally have a chance to read through the latest Cosmogirl.  You wish that you could afford to look as sexy as the girls in the magazine.  You've been trying lately, with more skirts, and fashion sense, but you still don't feel glamorous.  The quiz sucks this issue (&amp;quot;To Headwear or not&amp;quot;), but you take it anyway - apparently in your case it's a not!  But still, one can't ready Cosmo all day, and so bored, you leave your room and see your your father in the living room. He's setting in a big chair, in his boxers and dirty t-shirt, drinking a beer, and watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ever since your mom died last year, things have been getting steadily worse.  She was all that kept the family in line.  Since her death, your father lost his job, and started drinking heavily, and you have to take care of your little five-year old brother. Your father only lays around, and doesn't ever seem to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You sit down on the couch, and start watching TV.  Your father is looking at you strangely, something you've been worried about lately.  He seems to be more and more interested in you, and not in a comfortable way.  Today, it might be because you're still dressed for school - a short skirt and tank top.  He's making you uncomfortable, but he is your father, so you have to try to say something to him, but what can you say?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Act tough, and tell him to get a job and snap out of it]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to sit by him, and be his sweet daughter]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Just ignore him and go to your room again]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Skip_school_and_go_the_mall</id>
		<title>Skip school and go the mall</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:02:57Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
School sucks!  You decide to just skip school for the day, and hit up the local mall.  There is an upcoming pool party that you are incredibly excited for, so you start shopping around.  You kind of have a crush on this really cute boy named Steven. He is so dreamy, but you know it will take everything you've got to get him to come chasing after you.  After all, high school is a game, and you're determined to play it the best you can.  You need some sexy little bikini for the party, and you know your old swimsuits won't do the trick.  Besides, you outgrew your favorite, and desperately need a new one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily, you see one that will make Steven go crazy!  You decide to just go in the changing room and try it on.  As you wiggle into it, and look into the three mirrors, it takes your breathe away.  The tiny top barely covers your growing little breasts, and the bottom is scandalously flaunting your perfect, pert ass.  It is perfect!  Perfect.  But there is no way you could ever afford it.  Still, you know that to get Stephen, you absolutely must have this tiny, sexy bikini.  You stuff it into your bag and leave, slipping around the back of the standing security scanners.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shit.  As you hurry out of the store, you see a security man coming toward you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Run like hell to escape the mall and the man]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to act nonchalant, play it cool, and see what he wants]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Start crying, admit everything, and see if he can forgive you]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Skip_school_and_go_the_mall</id>
		<title>Skip school and go the mall</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:02:02Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
School sucks!  You decide to just skip school for the day, and hit up the local mall.  There is an upcoming pool party that you are incredibly excited for, so you start shopping around.  You kind of have a crush on this really cute boy named Steven. He is so dreamy, but you know it will take everything you've got to get him to come chasing after you.  After all, high school is a game, and you're determined to play it the best you can.  You need some sexy little bikini for the party, and you know your old swimsuits won't do the trick.  Besides, you outgrew your favorite, and desperately need a new one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily, you see one that will make Steven go crazy!  You decide to just go in the changing room and try it on.  As you wiggle into it, and look into the three mirrors, it takes your breathe away.  The tiny top barely covers your growing little breasts, and the bottom is scandalously flaunting your perfect, pert ass.  It is perfect!  Perfect.  But there is no way you could ever afford it.  Still, you know that to get Stephen, you absolutely are going to need this tiny, sexy bikini.  You stuff it into your bag and leave, slipping around the back of the standing security scanners.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shit.  As you hurry out of the store, you see a security man coming toward you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Run like hell to escape the mall and the man]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to act nonchalant, play it cool, and see what he wants]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Start crying, admit everything, and see if he can forgive you]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Skip_school_and_go_the_mall</id>
		<title>Skip school and go the mall</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:01:16Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
School sucks!  You decide to just skip school for the day, and hit up the local mall.  There is an upcoming pool party that you are incredibly excited for, so you start shopping around.  You kind of have a crush on this really cute boy named Steven. He is so dreamy, but you know it will take everything you've got to get him to come chasing after you.  After all, high school is a game, and you're determined to play it the best you can.  You need some sexy little bikini for the party, and you know your old swimsuits won't do the trick.  Besides, you outgrew your favorite, and desperately need a new one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily, you see one that will make Steven go crazy!  You decide to just go in the changing room and try it on.  As you wiggle into it, and look into the three mirrors, it takes your breathe away.  The tiny top barely covers your growing little breasts, and the bottom is scandalously showing your perfect, pert ass.  It is perfect!  Perfect.  But there is no way you could ever afford it.  Still, you know that to get Stephen, you absolutely are going to need this tiny, sexy bikini.  You stuff it into your bag and leave, slipping around the back of the standing security scanners.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shit.  As you hurry out of the store, you see a security man coming toward you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Run like hell to escape the mall and the man]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to act nonchalant, play it cool, and see what he wants]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Start crying, admit everything, and see if he can forgive you]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Skip_school_and_go_the_mall</id>
		<title>Skip school and go the mall</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:00:35Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
School sucks!  You decide to just skip school for the day, and hit up the local mall.  There is an upcoming pool party that you are incredibly excited for, so you start shopping around.  You kind of have a crush on this really cute boy.  His name is Steven, and he is so dreamy, but you know it will take everything you've got to get him to come chasing after you.  After all, high school is a game, and you're determined to play it the best you can.  You need some sexy little bikini for the party, and you know your old swimsuits won't do the trick.  Besides, you outgrew your favorite, and desperately need a new one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily, you see one that will make Steven go crazy!  You decide to just go in the changing room and try it on.  As you wiggle into it, and look into the three mirrors, it takes your breathe away.  The tiny top barely covers your growing little breasts, and the bottom is scandalously showing your perfect, pert ass.  It is perfect!  Perfect.  But there is no way you could ever afford it.  Still, you know that to get Stephen, you absolutely are going to need this tiny, sexy bikini.  You stuff it into your bag and leave, slipping around the back of the standing security scanners.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shit.  As you hurry out of the store, you see a security man coming toward you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Run like hell to escape the mall and the man]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to act nonchalant, play it cool, and see what he wants]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Start crying, admit everything, and see if he can forgive you]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Skip_school_and_go_the_mall</id>
		<title>Skip school and go the mall</title>
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				<updated>2008-12-07T11:00:17Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
School sucks!  You decide to just skip school for the day, and hit up the local mall.  There is an upcoming pool party that you are incredibly excited for, so you start shopping around.  You kind of have a crush on this really cute boy.  His name is Steven, and he is so dreamy, but you know it will take everything you've got to get him to come chasing after you.  After all, high school is a game, and you're determined to play it the best you can.  You need some sexy little bikini for the party, and you know your old swimsuits won't do the trick.  Besides, you outgrew your favorite, and desperately need a new one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily, you see one that will make Steven go crazy!  You decide to just go in the changing room and try it on.  As you wiggle into it, and look into the three mirrors, it takes your breathe away.  The tiny top barely covers your growing little breasts, and the bottom is scandalously showing your perfect, pert ass.  It is perfect!  Perfect.  But there is no way you could ever afford it.  Still, you know that to get Stephen, you absolutely are going to need this tiny, sexy bikini.  You stuff it into your bag and leave, slipping around the back of the standing security scanners.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shit.  As you hurry out of the store, you see a security man coming toward you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Run like hell to escape the mall and the man]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to act nonchalant, play it cool, and see what he wants]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Start crying, admit everything, and see if he can forgive you]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/You_look_over_at_the_smart_kid%27s_answers_during_the_test</id>
		<title>You look over at the smart kid's answers during the test</title>
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				<updated>2008-10-13T04:59:09Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since you decided to cheat to save your cheerleading spot, you glance over at the smart kid's test. It is so easy.  Nobody is looking at you - even Mr. Jones seems distracted.  You turn in your paper with full faith that your cheerleading spot is safe!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But as you turn to leave, Mr. Jones asks to see you for a moment after class.  Oh no!  Maybe he saw you cheating and your life is over!  Is there anyway to get out of this?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[No.  You have to talk to him.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Yes.  You tell him you have to go, but you will come back after school.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Yes.  You run away and drop out of school forever!]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Yes._You_tell_him_you_have_to_go,_but_you_will_come_back_after_school.</id>
		<title>Yes. You tell him you have to go, but you will come back after school.</title>
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				<updated>2008-10-13T04:53:05Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you start to tell him that you will see him after class, Mr. Jones says &amp;quot;I'm so disappointed in you, I really expected better, but I do understand all the pressures you are under.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wait.  Is he not going to turn you in?  Might there be a way out of this!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I think you need to see the school psychologist&amp;quot; he continues.  &amp;quot;Why don't you go see him right now.  I'll call and explain the situation.  I think the fact that you cheated is a mental problem.  You are a cheerleader, but you don't seem like a naughty girl.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wow!  He actually offered you a way out.  But the school psychologist has only been there for a week, and you've heard he's a weird guy.  You've never seen him before, but some of the girls have said he made them uncomfortable.  Still, Mr. Jones hasn't even said he would report you to the principal.  You should probably take his offer.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Smile, and say yes.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Say hell no, you don't want someone messing around with your head.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ask if you can go later.]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Go_over_and_see_what_he_wants.</id>
		<title>Go over and see what he wants.</title>
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				<updated>2008-10-13T04:40:21Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;''' ''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''' ''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You should never have come to the strip club tonight.  When your fucking father threw the beer can at you, it must have knocked the sense out of you.  Normally you just dance during the week, but this Friday was a terrible idea.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones is clearly eying you up and down, as you walk closer in your high school, little cheerleading outfit.  He motions that you should sit down next to him.  You have no choice - you have to see if there is anyway to get out of this, but it is disgusting that your teacher is here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nervously say, &amp;quot;Hi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi there 'Lidia'.&amp;quot; Mr. Jones smirks at your fake stripper name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is awful.  You wish you could leave so badly!  Ronnie is so fucking lucky that she has the other math teacher.  Mr. Jones doesn't even know who she is, and so you are the only person at the club in this terrible situation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I think, 'Lidia', that I'm going to have to have a chat with your father about your, 'job' here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones is awful!  There is no way that your father can find out this is where you've been working.  He won't just throw a beer can at you - he'll kill you, and you'll never be able to leave the house again.  As you start to tear up, you begin to plead with Mr. Jones.  &amp;quot;Please, please don't tell my daddy about this, Mr. Jones.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones can barely keep his eyes off your breasts, and as he looks at them, you know this is going to be akward.  &amp;quot;What time do you finish tonight 'Lidia'?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I picked up an extra shift tonight, so I'm going to leave later,&amp;quot; you reply.  As Mr. Jones puts a hand on your thigh, you grit your teeth, and start actually crying.  Your masquare is fucked at this point, but there is no way it can get worse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm afraid you're going to have to leave now Tiffany.  Right now.  Just meet me outside.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh shit.  There is no doubt Mr. Jones is going to make you do something sexual.  But will it be all that bad?  And is it worth your father not finding out... along with everyone at school?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Meet him out back.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Stay in the club and hope he just goes away.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to sneak away as quickly as possible.]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Go_over_and_see_what_he_wants.</id>
		<title>Go over and see what he wants.</title>
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				<updated>2008-10-13T04:39:52Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''' ''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''' ''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You should never have come to the strip club tonight.  When your fucking father threw the beer can at you, it must have knocked the sense out of you.  Normally you just dance during the week, but this Friday was a terrible idea.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones is clearly eying you up and down, as you walk closer in your high school, little cheerleading outfit.  He motions that you should sit down next to him.  You have no choice - you have to see if there is anyway to get out of this, but it is disgusting that your teacher is here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nervously say, &amp;quot;Hi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi there 'Lidia'.&amp;quot; Mr. Jones smirks at your fake stripper name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is awful.  You wish you could leave so badly!  Ronnie is so fucking lucky that she has the other math teacher.  Mr. Jones doesn't even know who she is, and so you are the only person at the club in this terrible situation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I think, 'Lidia', that I'm going to have to have a chat with your father about your, 'job' here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones is awful!  There is no way that your father can find out this is where you've been working.  He will won't just throw a beer can at you - he'll kill you, and you'll never be able to leave the house again.  As you start to tear up, you begin to plead with Mr. Jones.  &amp;quot;Please, please don't tell my daddy about this, Mr. Jones.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones can barely keep his eyes off your breasts, and as he looks at them, you know this is going to be akward.  &amp;quot;What time do you finish tonight 'Lidia'?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I picked up an extra shift tonight, so I'm going to leave later,&amp;quot; you reply.  As Mr. Jones puts a hand on your thigh, you grit your teeth, and start actually crying.  Your masquare is fucked at this point, but there is no way it can get worse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm afraid you're going to have to leave now Tiffany.  Right now.  Just meet me outside.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh shit.  There is no doubt Mr. Jones is going to make you do something sexual.  But will it be all that bad?  And is it worth your father not finding out... along with everyone at school?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Meet him out back.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Stay in the club and hope he just goes away.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to sneak away as quickly as possible.]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Go_over_and_see_what_he_wants.</id>
		<title>Go over and see what he wants.</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Go_over_and_see_what_he_wants."/>
				<updated>2008-10-13T04:39:11Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''' ''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''' ''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You should never have come to the strip club tonight.  When your fucking father threw the beer can at you, it must have knocked the sense out of you.  Normally you just dance during the week, but this Friday was a terrible idea.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones is clearly eying you up and down, as you walk closer in your high school, little cheerleading outfit.  He motions that you should sit down next to him.  You have no choice - you have to see if there is anyway to get out of this, but it is disgusting that your teacher is here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nervously say, &amp;quot;Hi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi there 'Lidia'.&amp;quot; Mr. Jones smirks at your fake stripper name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is awful.  You wish you could leave so badly!  Ronnie is so fucking lucky that she has the other math teacher.  Mr. Jones doesn't even know who she is, and so you are the only person at the club that could be put in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I think, 'Lidia', that I'm going to have to have a chat with your father about your, 'job' here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones is awful!  There is no way that your father can find out this is where you've been working.  He will won't just throw a beer can at you - he'll kill you, and you'll never be able to leave the house again.  As you start to tear up, you begin to plead with Mr. Jones.  &amp;quot;Please, please don't tell my daddy about this, Mr. Jones.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones can barely keep his eyes off your breasts, and as he looks at them, you know this is going to be akward.  &amp;quot;What time do you finish tonight 'Lidia'?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I picked up an extra shift tonight, so I'm going to leave later,&amp;quot; you reply.  As Mr. Jones puts a hand on your thigh, you grit your teeth, and start actually crying.  Your masquare is fucked at this point, but there is no way it can get worse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm afraid you're going to have to leave now Tiffany.  Right now.  Just meet me outside.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh shit.  There is no doubt Mr. Jones is going to make you do something sexual.  But will it be all that bad?  And is it worth your father not finding out... along with everyone at school?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Meet him out back.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Stay in the club and hope he just goes away.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to sneak away as quickly as possible.]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Go_over_and_see_what_he_wants.</id>
		<title>Go over and see what he wants.</title>
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				<updated>2008-10-13T04:38:27Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''' ''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''' ''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You should never have come to the strip club tonight.  When your fucking father threw the beer can at you, it must have knocked the sense out of you.  Normally you just dance during the week, but this Friday was a terrible idea.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones is clearly eying you up and down, as you walk closer in your high school, little cheerleading outfit.  He motions that you should sit down next to him.  You have no choice - you have to see if there is anyway to get out of this, but it is disgusting that your teacher is here!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You nervously say, &amp;quot;Hi.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hi there 'Lidia'.&amp;quot; Mr. Jones is smirking.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is awful.  You wish you could leave so badly!  Ronnie is so fucking lucky that she has the other math teacher.  Mr. Jones doesn't even know who she is, and so you are the only person at the club that could be put in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I think, 'Lidia', that I'm going to have to have a chat with your father about your, 'job' here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones is awful!  There is no way that your father can find out this is where you've been working.  He will won't just throw a beer can at you - he'll kill you, and you'll never be able to leave the house again.  As you start to tear up, you begin to plead with Mr. Jones.  &amp;quot;Please, please don't tell my daddy about this, Mr. Jones.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones can barely keep his eyes off your breasts, and as he looks at them, you know this is going to be akward.  &amp;quot;What time do you finish tonight 'Lidia'?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I picked up an extra shift tonight, so I'm going to leave later,&amp;quot; you reply.  As Mr. Jones puts a hand on your thigh, you grit your teeth, and start actually crying.  Your masquare is fucked at this point, but there is no way it can get worse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'm afraid you're going to have to leave now Tiffany.  Right now.  Just meet me outside.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh shit.  There is no doubt Mr. Jones is going to make you do something sexual.  But will it be all that bad?  And is it worth your father not finding out... along with everyone at school?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Meet him out back.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Stay in the club and hope he just goes away.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to sneak away as quickly as possible.]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Mr._Jones_looks_up_to_lock_eyes_with_you.</id>
		<title>Mr. Jones looks up to lock eyes with you.</title>
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				<updated>2008-10-13T04:24:06Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''' ''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''' ''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones just looked up, and caught you looking at him.  You see his eyes drift down to your tiny white thong.  Obviously you can't stop dancing, but this is awful!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can barely finish your set, but you have to.  The last three minutes seem to take ten hours, as you can feel Mr. Jones staring you down.  You finish by seductively tossing your thong to the side, and touching your young breasts, but you know that this can't be good.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you finish your set, and walk off stage, completely naked, and still in your six-inch heels, you know you are fucked.  You have no choice - you put your cheerleading outfit back on, walk out, and go over to Ronnie, who has finished working on her customer.  But as you glance over at Mr. Jones, you see him beckoning you over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What will you do!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ignore him and talk to Ronnie.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go over and see what he wants.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Just leave the club, and deal with the consequences later.]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Mr._Jones_looks_up_to_lock_eyes_with_you.</id>
		<title>Mr. Jones looks up to lock eyes with you.</title>
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				<updated>2008-10-13T04:21:33Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''' ''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''' ''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones just looked up, and caught you looking at him.  You see his eyes drift down to your tiny white thong.  Obviously you can't stop dancing, but this is awful!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can barely finish your set, but you have to.  The last three minutes seem to take ten hours, as you can feel Mr. Jones staring you down.  You finish by seductively tossing your thong to the side, and touching your young breasts, but you know that this can't be good.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you finish your set, and walk off stage, completely naked, and still in your six-inch heels, you know you are fucked.  You have no choice - you walk out, and go over to Ronnie, who has finished working on her customer.  But as you glance over at Mr. Jones, you see him beckoning you over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What will you do!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ignore him and talk to Ronnie.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go over and see what he wants.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Just leave the club, and deal with the consequences later.]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Mr._Jones_looks_up_to_lock_eyes_with_you.</id>
		<title>Mr. Jones looks up to lock eyes with you.</title>
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				<updated>2008-10-13T04:20:42Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''' ''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''' ''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mr. Jones just looked up, and caught you looking at him.  You see his eyes drift down to your tiny white thong.  Obviously you can't stop dancing, but this is awful!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can barely finish your set, but you have to.  The last three minutes seem to take ten hours, as you can feel Mr. Jones staring you down.  You finish by seductively tossing your thong to the side, and touching your young breasts, but you know that this can't be good.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you finish your set, and walk off stage, completely naked, and still in your six-inch heels, you know you are fucked.  You have no choice - you walk out, and go over to Ronnie, who has finished working on her customer.  But as you glance over at Mr. Jones, you see him beckoning you over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ignore him and talk to Ronnie.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go over and see what he wants.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Just leave the club, and deal with the consequences later.]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Skip_school_and_go_the_mall</id>
		<title>Skip school and go the mall</title>
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				<updated>2008-05-12T00:14:40Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
School sucks!  &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You decide to just hit up the local mall, and shop around for an upcoming pool party.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You kind of have a crush on this really cute boy, but you don't have a swim suit for the party.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily, you see one that will make him go crazy!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You decide to just go in the changing room and try it on.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is perfect!  Perfect.  But there is no way you can afford it.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Fortunately, there are no security tags on the suit, so you just leave it on.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shit.  As you hurry out of the mall, you see a security man coming toward you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Run like hell to escape the mall and the man]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to act nonchalant, play it cool, and see what he wants]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Start crying, admit everything, and see if he can forgive you]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail| Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Blackmailed</id>
		<title>Blackmailed</title>
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				<updated>2008-05-12T00:13:54Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Since you still have your learner's permit, you can't drive to school.  &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Luckily, you live close enough to the school that you don't have to take the bus!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You begin walking to school, but you start to think:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;  Wouldn't I rather be doing something else?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[skip school and go the mall]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[walk to school]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[spend your time at home]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail| Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

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		<title>Main Page</title>
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				<updated>2008-05-12T00:11:11Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;/* Adult Stories */&lt;/p&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Atom Kid|Atom Kid (a super hero adventure)]] || (30+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Average Guy]] || (7 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The Battle of the Best]] || (4 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Boromir's Quest (an LOTR adventure)]] || (60+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Crazieness]] || (12+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Crusader (an action-adventure fantasy)]] || (337 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Paladin (Crusader 2)]] || (375+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Day In the Life of a Total Loser]] || (5+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Dead Kid]] || (60+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Dinnerquest]] || (3 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Ectoplasm]] || (5+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The Egyptian Tombs]] || (3 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Evolution|Evolution (an adventure of insignificance)]] || ( pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Fantasy Quest]] ||  (110+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[First Adventure]] ||  (15+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[How to Write a Book (Or Not)]] || (10+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Hunting again for Red October]] || (100+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Jensen: Time Traveler]]|| (3 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Jo-Ann the Librarian (a Comedy)]] || (30+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The leet adventure]] (Hax) || (2+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Librarian mystery]] || (3 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The Life of a Teacher]]||(1 page)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[LoA's Adventure]] || (15+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Lost Memories]] || (10+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The many rooms]] || (120+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Midlife Crisis]] || (2 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Mogloween (an AdventureQuest adventure)]] || (3+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Morrowind|Morrowind (An exciting action adventure)]] || (25+pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[My School Project]]||(1 Page)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The Mystery of the Stolen Mammals]] || (9 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Opal Island|Opal Island (Fantasy adventure)]] || (3+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Pirates of the Caribbean (action-adventure)]] ||(50+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Quest of the magician]] || (200+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Reality Scourge]] || (1+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Red Mercenary]] || (10+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Sabatoge (a Star Trek: TNG adventure)]] || (About 10 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The_secret_island_of_Utobi|The Secret Island of Utobi]] || (34 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Seize The Day]] || (5+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Slavery]] (a Fantasy RPG adventure) || (Not started)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Star trek]] (Another adventure) || (65+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Star Wars: Republic]] || (26 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Star Wars: Knight of the Galaxy]] (another star wars adventure)|| (6+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Superdickery|Superdickery Superman Adventure]] || (100 + pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[A Tasty Breakfast]]||(20+ pages) &lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Tribute|Tribute: The Greatest and Best Quest in the World]] || (14+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The Trigger And The Hilt]] (a free-roaming action game)  ||  (20+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Veda G chapter one (manga adventure)]]||(7 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Where's My Sock]] (A Short Story) || (10 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|}&lt;br /&gt;
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==R-Rated Stories==&lt;br /&gt;
'''Content normally found in R-rated movies, no adult content:''' &lt;br /&gt;
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{|&lt;br /&gt;
|[[A New Life]]||(12+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Amnesia]]||(50+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[An Apocolyptic city of darkness]]||(8 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The Battle for the Earth]] || (5 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Battle Royale]] || (100+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Darkened Hope]]||(30+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|[[DARKNESS]]|| (100+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Dogfight over Europe]]|| (35+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Earth Day]] (A dystopian adventure) || (4+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The Girl Down the Street]] ||(20 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[High School Vacation (A Horror CYOA)]]&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Horde]]|| (5 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[In The Army]] || (16+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Luigi and Mario go to Vice City]]||(2 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Luigi and Mario go to San Andreas]]||(75+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Luigi and Mario meet Chuck Norris]] || (10 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Luigi and Mario meet PacMan]] || (25+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Serial X]]|| (3 pages. Work on it, its public.)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The Short But True Story of The Secret Passage]]||(25+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Slasher]]||(10+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Simpson Life]]||(8+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Soviet]]|| (3 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Survival]] ||(4+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Teenager]]|| (15+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Tesco Midnight Run]]||(25+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Time]]|| (1 page)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Train Ride (A murder mystery)]]||(5+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Violence]]||(5+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Vokes the Zombie]]||(2 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Week of the Zombies]]||(8 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Worlds End]] (A game of survival)||(35+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Adult Stories==&lt;br /&gt;
'''FOR 18+:''' No limits to content.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
{|&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Archie's Tale]]||(1+ pages)]] || (100+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
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|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Archie's Sexual Adventure]]||(5 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Band Forming thing]] || (100+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Blackmailed]]||(7+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Choose Your Destiny]]||(80+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[College Girls]]||(35+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Death Will Come]] || (1 page)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Down The Rabbit Hole]]||(300+ pages)(Hail Eris!)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Druglord]]||(25 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Freelancer: The Universe of Possibility]]||(10+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Furry World]]||(10+ pages... just starting!)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Hollywood Romp]]||(10+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Legend of the Trailer Park]]||(100+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Lonely Stallion in the Sweet Green Pastures]]|| (2 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Mob Story]]|| (10 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Neighborhood]]|| (4 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Perverted Thirteen-Year-Old]]||(10+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Protectors]]||(3 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The Quest For Treguards Treasure]]|| (210+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[This Story Will Piss You Off]]||(2 pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Rampage]]||(120+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Seduce a User]]||&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Smutty Sex Romp]]||(5400+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Star in the Making: Jack Foster Goes to Hollywood]]||(1 page)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Survival Story]] || (0+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[The Story of Jack Foster]]||(150+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Tree of Doom]] || (30+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[University Daze]]|| (250+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
|[[Victim]]|| (100+ pages)&lt;br /&gt;
|-&lt;br /&gt;
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|}&lt;br /&gt;
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==Instructions==&lt;br /&gt;
===Starting Template===&lt;br /&gt;
'''Copy and paste this for new pages:'''&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&amp;lt;nowiki&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Page text here&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Adventure/Option 1]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Adventure/Option 2]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Adventure/Option 3]]&lt;br /&gt;
{{Status|Equipment=''Equipment''|Health=#|MP=#|Level=#}}&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: name of story you're working on]]&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/nowiki&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next to the last line here is the ''status indicator''.  The status indicator shown here is the ''basic'' status indicator.  Different stories use different status indicators, and some use none at all.  Look at the edit screen for the page you're starting from and copy that status indicator to the new page you're adding.  Modify as necessary.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===To edit a page===&lt;br /&gt;
Just click the edit tab on the top of the page&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
===To add an option===&lt;br /&gt;
 &amp;lt;nowiki&amp;gt;[[Adventure name/New option name]]&amp;lt;/nowiki&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Options that appear &amp;lt;font color=&amp;quot;red&amp;quot;&amp;gt;red&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt; on the page have no content. Click the link, paste in the above template, and then add your own content.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
===Tips===&lt;br /&gt;
*To make it easier to add a page. Copy the text from the previous page into the current page&lt;br /&gt;
*Use images for equipment. It makes things more real. Do a [http://images.google.com/images?svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;lr=&amp;amp;imgsz=icon&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;amp;q=knife&amp;amp;btnG=Search google image search for small images] and then add the url for the image in the equipment list. The image will show up when you save. Try to use the original image url and not the cached google image url.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
|&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==Rules==&lt;br /&gt;
People have a tendency to create branches where the character dies. To prevent the story from being just a tree with all dead ends:&lt;br /&gt;
*for each page where you kill the character, you must create at least 2 pages (with content) where he can go on.&lt;br /&gt;
*whenever you fill out the last option's page, add another one so the story can go another way.&lt;br /&gt;
*please stick to the theme and setting of the story.  Although creativity is encouraged, radical plot changes and inconsistencies will ruin the flow.&lt;br /&gt;
*If something is off topic, remove it.&lt;br /&gt;
*Try to capitalize and spell your words correctly.&lt;br /&gt;
**ADD OPTIONS AND NOT JUST TEXT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
==To Do List==&lt;br /&gt;
*Go through and fix or remove status indicators from pages.&lt;br /&gt;
**Some are not needed in stories and were copied and pasted from the template.&lt;br /&gt;
**Some are missing the level and MP from the line of code.&lt;br /&gt;
*Remove off-topic pages.&lt;br /&gt;
*Correct capitalization and spelling mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;
*Add a basic, or main, timeline of background events during the period that the character is making choices in - those events are usually out of the character's control. This will help add consistency.&lt;br /&gt;
|}&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Smile,_and_say_that_would_be_amazing.</id>
		<title>Smile, and say that would be amazing.</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Smile,_and_say_that_would_be_amazing."/>
				<updated>2008-05-11T23:32:24Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sure you gave Mr. Jones a cute little smile earlier and said yes, but this is getting weird.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You're driving in his car, and still in your cheerleading uniform after practice.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Since you lied to your parents, nobody knows where you are and he has been driving way out of town.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry about the drive.&amp;quot; Mr. Jones smiles.  &amp;quot;I like living out in the country.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You get a little nervous, but finally arrive, and sit in his living room.  You can't believe how alone you feel - and you don't even get cell phone reception out here!  You think about running away when he leaves the room but decide to just grind it out today and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After returning, Mr. Jones starts to leer at you. &amp;quot;Obviously I don't care about your math talents.&amp;quot;  he chuckles.  &amp;quot;I invited you here for a different reason entirely.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh no!  Sure, you've messed around with other guys, but you are still a virgin, and have no interest in being raped!  You've never felt more vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He seems to sense this.  &amp;quot;Whoa, I'm not going to rape you or anything...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He whips out an expensive camera.  &amp;quot;I just want to know if you would let me take some pictures of you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Agree to let Mr. Jones shoot you?]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Demand that he take you home and try to run away.]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail| Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/You_use_your_cell_phone_during_the_test_to_text_your_math_savvy_friend</id>
		<title>You use your cell phone during the test to text your math savvy friend</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/You_use_your_cell_phone_during_the_test_to_text_your_math_savvy_friend"/>
				<updated>2008-05-11T22:41:31Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After deciding to cheat, you used your cell phone to text a genius at math!  &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This kid had said he could help anytime you needed helped, and this was the perfect time.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So, after you and he spent an hour texting back and forth, you finished the test in the clear!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you walk out of class, the math guru shoots you another text:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Call me later, sexy.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Weird, since he is kind of (or completely) a nerd, he has never flirted like that before.  Still, it was amazing he helped you out.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How should you respond?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Give him a call later and flirt a little back!]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Call him and see what he wants]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ignore his calls and try to avoid the math freak]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail| Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
----&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/You_use_your_cell_phone_during_the_test_to_text_your_math_savvy_friend</id>
		<title>You use your cell phone during the test to text your math savvy friend</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/You_use_your_cell_phone_during_the_test_to_text_your_math_savvy_friend"/>
				<updated>2008-05-11T22:41:13Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After deciding to cheat, you used your cell phone to text a genius at math!  &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This kid had said he could help anytime you needed helped, and this was the perfect time.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So, after you and he spent an hour texting back and forth, you finished the test in the clear!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As you walk out of class, the math guru shoots you another text:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Call me later, sexy.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Weird, since he is kind of (or completely) a nerd, he has never flirted like that before.  Still, it was amazing he helped you out.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How should you respond?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Give him a call later and flirt a little back!]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Call him and see what he wants]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ignore his calls and try to avoid the math freak]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail| Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Spend_your_time_at_home</id>
		<title>Spend your time at home</title>
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				<updated>2008-04-30T07:06:19Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After deciding to spend your time at home, you just begin the day by hanging around your room.  &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But later, you get bored, and see your father in the living room.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He is setting in a big chair, in his boxers and dirty t-shirt, drinking a beer, and watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ever since your mom died last year, things have been getting steadily worse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She was all that kept the family in line.  &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Since her death, your father lost his job, and started drinking heavily, and you have to take care of your little five-year old brother.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your father only sits around, and doesn't ever seem to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You sit down on the couch, and start watching TV.  &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Your father is looking at you (perhaps because you're still dressed for school - a short skirt and tank top).&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You have to try to say something to him, but what can you say?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Act tough, and tell him to get a job and snap out of it]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to sit by him, and be his sweet daughter]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Just ignore him and go to your room again]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail| Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/You_look_over_at_the_smart_kid%27s_answers_during_the_test</id>
		<title>You look over at the smart kid's answers during the test</title>
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				<updated>2008-04-30T07:04:06Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Since you decided to cheat to save your cheerleading spot, you glance over at the smart kid's test. It is so easy!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nobody is looking at you - even Mr. Jones seems distracted!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You turn in your paper with full faith that your cheerleading spot is safe!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But as you turn to leave, Mr. Jones asks to see you for a moment after class.  Oh no!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
Maybe he saw you cheating and your life is over!  Is there anyway to get out of this?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[No.  You have to talk to him.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Yes.  You tell him you have to go, but you will come back after school.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Yes.  You run away and drop out of school forever!]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail| Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Walk_to_school</id>
		<title>Walk to school</title>
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				<updated>2008-04-30T07:02:15Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After walking to school, you realize you forgot all about your math test!  &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Shit.  You already might be kicked off the cheerleading team!&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And, if you fail math, you might have to drop out of school entirely!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You sit down in class, and decide you have to cheat:  How will you do it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You look over at the smart kid's answers during the test]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You hastily make a cheat sheet and look at it under your desk]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You use your cell phone during the test to text your math savvy friend]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail| Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
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'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Spend_your_time_at_home</id>
		<title>Spend your time at home</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Spend_your_time_at_home"/>
				<updated>2008-04-30T06:59:10Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sillyjoker:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After deciding to spend your time at home, you just begin the day by hanging around your room.  &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But later, you get bored, and see your father in the living room.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He is setting in a big chair, in his boxers and dirty t-shirt, drinking a beer, and watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ever since your mom died last year, things have been getting steadily worse.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She was all that kept the family in line.  &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Since her death, your father lost his job, and started drinking heavily, and you have to take care of your little five-year old brother.&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your father only sits around, and doesn't ever seem to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You sit down on the couch, and start watching TV.  &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Your father is looking at you (perhaps because you're still dressed how you planned to go to school that day - a short skirt and tank top).&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You have to try to say something to him, but what can you say?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Act tough, and tell him to get a job and snap out of it]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Try to sit by him, and be his sweet daughter]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Just ignore him and go to your room again]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Blackmail| Blackmail]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''Requirements:'''  ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sillyjoker</name></author>	</entry>

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