<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899826303859557330</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:35:19.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Your Own Adventure!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysimonedos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899826303859557330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysimonedos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15382422342535380150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899826303859557330.post-5020498808056929893</id><published>2009-06-19T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:59:26.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>For all the inner strength Gwen possessed, it left her at the sight of her mother’s necklace. Knowing she was no match for this mysterious, well-muscled stranger, she allowed herself to be led to the solid grey mare. She gracefully mounted and, much to her surprise—and chagrin—the man climbed up behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I demand to know who you are before we go one step further!” insisted Gwen, defiantly ignoring the obvious fact that she was captive to this man’s every inclination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Philani” was his curt reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Gwen knew what was happening, she was shrouded in darkness, and Philani had tightly tied her hands together in front of her. But as she began to protest, the man eased the horse into a quick trot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing?!” she cried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can’t have you running off and finding your way back, now can we?” Gwen could hear the smirk in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He urged the horse into a slow canter, gradually picking up speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you taking us across the border?” she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ignored her, and pressed the mare faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasane was surrounded by an invisible border, marked by 13 posts made of èrythrite, an elven material. Èrythrite is designed to transmit information occurring between itself back to Kasane’s gatekeepers. This meant that anyone exiting the borders, at any time, was known. It was the system they had set up when Tau had been vanquished, to safeguard Kasane. Lesedi had also placed an elven sanction on the town, which guarded anyone from entering, except through the Premier Gateway and the western minor gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen had spent many of her childhood days sitting at the main gate watching the comings and goings of strangers and friends alike. Other than that, however, she had never ventured far from the town’s center and the settlements of dwellings scattered throughout the hills of Kasane. Now, as she darted on horseback around the trees of the Northern Forest, she wondered what would happen as they crossed the border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’re about to find out…” murmured Philani, whether from reading her mind or from his own musings, Gwen wasn’t sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen knew the implications of this decision. Lesedi and the rest of the gatekeepers would know immediately when the border had been breached. Not only that, they would know their exact coordinates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“HYAH!” yelled Philani, and the horse fought to gallop harder than she already was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiet hum of the èrythrite grew louder and louder, and all at once Gwen’s darkness became darker and she slumped down in the arms of Philani. They had passed the border, and she had passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kgose, the warrior captain, was reclining in his chamber, intent on a map of Kasane, when someone hurriedly entered the front vestibule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kgose, my lord!” It was one of the gatekeepers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What does&lt;/em&gt; he &lt;em&gt;want?&lt;/em&gt; “Yes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The border has been breached, my lord.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The border? Where?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“From the Northern Forest,” the gatekeeper replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you; I shall consult Lesedi about it,” said Kgose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gatekeeper bowed slightly at the waist, their sign of respect, and hurried back to the Gateway. Kgose rose immediately to locate Lesedi. He was halfway to Lesedi’s dwelling place, when he spotted him heading toward the center of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lesedi! I need to speak with you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And I you,” he replied. “The border?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, what news?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Someone on horseback. Just now. Exiting through the Northern Forest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who would be leaving Kasane through the Northern Forest?” mused Kgose aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Probably just some lovesick elf running away to find his bride,” joked Lesedi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Or an agent of Tau,” came the muttered reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t think it’s anything to worry about, but if you want to go on a wild goose chase, I won’t stop you. That is, assuming you can spare any soldiers right now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t,” Kgose grumbled. “But what if I’m right and it is a spy? Kasane could be compromised!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, my lord, my advice is to focus on what we know—Tau’s forces are lined up ready to advance on our minor gate at the western end of Kasane. We have no choice but to defend ourselves there. However, if you are convinced you can spare the soldiers, send someone to track this lovesick elf. I will support whatever decision you make.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CHOOSE:&lt;br /&gt;Does Kgose go after Gwen and Philani, or take Lesedi’s advice and chalk it up to a lovesick elf?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899826303859557330-5020498808056929893?l=ladysimonedos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysimonedos.blogspot.com/feeds/5020498808056929893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899826303859557330&amp;postID=5020498808056929893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899826303859557330/posts/default/5020498808056929893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899826303859557330/posts/default/5020498808056929893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysimonedos.blogspot.com/2009/06/chapter-3.html' title='Chapter 3'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15382422342535380150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899826303859557330.post-7834668922428871129</id><published>2007-12-19T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:31:13.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>Gwen was used to her father’s stealthy entrances and exits—it was the elven way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the silence that followed, she pondered their conversation. Even though Gwen loved her father, the more she thought about it, the more she couldn’t help but question his decisions.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Why wouldn’t Papa send to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gaborone&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; for help?&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Everyone knows Kasane has the fiercest warriors, but we are so small we’ll never survive an attack by Tau…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and even if we do, Mahalapye, Chobe and all the other cities are still in danger.”&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Putting aside her strong commitment to her father, Gwen decided to go to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gaborone&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“The others will be expecting me at home, so I can’t go back there… I’ll go to Lesedi’s to get what I need.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Kgose the warrior captain had employed a trusted advisor since he gained his rank after the village was established.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But Lesedi was more than just an employee; he was a dear friend, and had been close with the entire family for years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Gwen came upon his dwelling, she could barely hear the quiet hum of his clear baritone voice coming from the back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She slid around the outside of the house to find him busy with something in his garden.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Why is he at home instead of with Papa and the warriors?” thought Gwen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But Lesedi was intent on his task and had not noticed Gwen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She quietly crept over to the side door and eased it open slowly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Moving quickly, she leapt inside and began to fill her pockets with the necessary staples:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;cheese, cheese, and more cheese.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If cheese were a liquid, it would be the nectar of the gods.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just for good measure, she grabbed a cloth out of the kitchen and wrapped up some more cheese in it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Double-checking that Lesedi was still occupied with his mysterious task in the garden, she took a huge bite out of a cheese block on the counter and squeezed her slender body out the door, gingerly picking her way to the edge of the forest.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It would be no easy feat to get across the forest border of Kasane, but Gwen knew there was no way she’d get through the main gate without a lot of questions, much less without detection.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And even if she could make up a story that would allow her no resistance at the gate, once the gatekeepers discovered the truth they’d be after her like an elf after cheese.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;As Gwen came closer and closer to the forest’s edge, she thought harder and harder to come up with a plan to get her across the border.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was so immersed in her thoughts she didn’t even noticed the young man who had emerged from the trees.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“And just what’s a young miss like you doing so close to the border when everyone else seems to be gathered especially close to the village center?”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Young miss?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m older than you think,” Gwen said with an annoyed and haughty air and kept walking, quickening her pace.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The man stepped directly in front of her, stopping her abruptly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His voice lowered as he looked piercingly into her eyes, “You didn’t answer my question.”&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Who are you?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gwen demanded, ignoring his query.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“There are more important things you should be concerned about.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Such as…?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gwen’s guard was up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had never seen this man in Kasane and was sure she shouldn’t trust him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He spoke in such a cryptic manner… what could he be hiding?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Such as the fate of your family.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He produced a delicate necklace with a large amber stone and began fingering it.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“What do you know about my family?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gwen was now very nervous, and the sight of her mother’s necklace did not help.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This man was up to no good, and she had the feeling that she was in grave danger.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“If you want them to live, you will come with me.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The man let out a shrill whistle and a beautiful, strong horse cantered into view.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I wish no harm on your family, but if you resist, you will leave me no choice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Come willingly and I can guarantee their safety… and yours.”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;YOU CHOOSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;Does Gwen resist the man and flee for her life, or go willingly with him in hopes of saving her family?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899826303859557330-7834668922428871129?l=ladysimonedos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysimonedos.blogspot.com/feeds/7834668922428871129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899826303859557330&amp;postID=7834668922428871129' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899826303859557330/posts/default/7834668922428871129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899826303859557330/posts/default/7834668922428871129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysimonedos.blogspot.com/2007/12/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15382422342535380150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899826303859557330.post-5353083925053593587</id><published>2007-12-13T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:01:38.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The brilliant blue wings of the butterfly fluttered subtly as Gwen gently cupped her hand around it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The butterfly came to rest in her delicate elven hand as she gazed serenely at the intricate creation within her grasp.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gwen had a penchant for the finer details in life and the invisible &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;village&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Kasane&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was abundantly blessed with them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Almost imperceptibly, a deep rumbling came from the heart of the green earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The butterfly’s peaceful perch began to shake, and it darted away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Curious, Gwen rested her fair head softly against the ground listening… listening…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The rumbling grew louder and louder, until it seemed that the pounding originated within her chest.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;A huge smile spread across her face as the source of the poundings came into view over the hill:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the entire Kasane army marching in unison.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gwen leapt up from the ground and gazed intently at the warriors as they passed by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since she was a little girl Gwen’s father had captained the warriors of Kasane.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were many memories of the early mornings when she would watch with pride as the warriors passed through the village.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;But something was different today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The battle-hardened faces of the elven army held a measure of intensity not usually present.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gwen bounded gracefully down the hillside towards the line of warriors, but was halted by her father’s sudden presence at her side.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Gweniliere, you mustn’t follow us today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go home to your mother and help her watch after your brothers and sisters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They need you.”&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Papa, what’s happening?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where are the troops moving to?”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Tau has returned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go home, Gwen.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Tau?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s back?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But that’s impossible!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lesedi placed a guard over the gates after Tau was vanquished.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He would have no way of locating Kasane… how can he be back?!”&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“Let us worry about that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s back, and there’s no time to lose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Return home and keep the peace as best you can.”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;But the peace of the morning had been shattered, and Gwen’s heart plummeted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If Tau had located the city, he may already be within the borders!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Will you be taking the warriors to meet him outside the city?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do Mahalapye and Chobe know of his return?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re going to send someone to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gaborone&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and tell them to send help, right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If Kasane is captured, the rest of the cities will be in danger, too.”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“We can’t spare any of our warriors with Tau at our door!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The captain’s face softened as he held his oldest daughter’s gaze.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“And right now I need you to be strong for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can you do that, mudiwa?”&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Gwen felt uneasy at his response, but melted at the sound of her father’s name for her, “beloved.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You know I’m strong enough, Papa.”&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;“That’s my girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This will be over before you know it.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And with that, the warrior captain was gone.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;YOU CHOOSE:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Does Gwen follow her father’s instructions and go home to help her family, or follow her instincts and go to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gaborone&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; to get help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899826303859557330-5353083925053593587?l=ladysimonedos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysimonedos.blogspot.com/feeds/5353083925053593587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899826303859557330&amp;postID=5353083925053593587' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899826303859557330/posts/default/5353083925053593587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899826303859557330/posts/default/5353083925053593587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysimonedos.blogspot.com/2007/12/chapter-1.html' title='Chapter 1'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15382422342535380150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899826303859557330.post-2126674517526193837</id><published>2007-12-13T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:57:30.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Your Own Adventure!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the Choose Your Own Adventure web blog!  I will write portions of a story, and at the end of each portion my readers get to choose which direction the story will go.  There will be two options, and the whichever option has more comments by the designated cut-off point will be the direction the story goes.  Yea!  Get excited!  Read, comment, and tell all your friends to do likewise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3899826303859557330-2126674517526193837?l=ladysimonedos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladysimonedos.blogspot.com/feeds/2126674517526193837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3899826303859557330&amp;postID=2126674517526193837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899826303859557330/posts/default/2126674517526193837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3899826303859557330/posts/default/2126674517526193837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladysimonedos.blogspot.com/2007/12/choose-your-own-adventure.html' title='Choose Your Own Adventure!'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15382422342535380150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
