<?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-8631858598004082812</id><updated>2011-11-05T02:59:19.886-07:00</updated><category term='epic'/><category term='twins'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>JohnMary Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631858598004082812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LIWEN life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793095760590339550</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631858598004082812.post-6222490003735164338</id><published>2011-11-04T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T03:37:04.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><title type='text'>Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Good morning miss martin" chorused the children as she stepped in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I want to see the twins right now" she said, rather rudely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The twins crept up like shadows and gave their bag to Miss martins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They smiled their best smiles, " We have packed miss" in sing-song voices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Very well we shall take our leaves," Miss martins cried " ta ta kids!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Good bye miss-" "SLAM!" the door shut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mary's dairy entry that day," We have arrived at Blamwells farm. The Jones family I see. Typical."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is not written byJohn and Mary or Mary and John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631858598004082812-6222490003735164338?l=jmchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6222490003735164338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/11/leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631858598004082812/posts/default/6222490003735164338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631858598004082812/posts/default/6222490003735164338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/11/leave.html' title='Leave'/><author><name>LIWEN life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793095760590339550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631858598004082812.post-4013679512105849053</id><published>2011-04-26T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T07:20:15.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MRS enters</title><content type='html'>Hustle Bustle Hustle Bustle. Cries, screams, shock.Everyones feeling frantic, not John, not Mary. Laying on their favourite armchair ,peaceful as a lark.When MRS entered. No kids, MRS does not mean Missers, no, it meant Mary 's retarded students. Basically Mary's army. " Hi" Said John, a smile upon his face. "I did not sent for you, My dears."with a slight edge on her voice.In unison the army replied"Be ready. Headmistress of orphanage is trying to send you off."."To a family?" Mary shifted in her seat. "Yes our master."&lt;br /&gt;With that they marched out of the room, like little metallic robots.The other orphans watched the strange little troup.Dressed like china dolls.Messy hair, blood-shot eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Snippet from Mary's dairy:"Bless their diluted souls. We'll play along though. Have a good impression on people.Then we can carry out our plans without disturbance."&lt;br /&gt;Notice: this is not written by John and Mary or Mary and John.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631858598004082812-4013679512105849053?l=jmchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4013679512105849053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/mrs-enters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631858598004082812/posts/default/4013679512105849053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631858598004082812/posts/default/4013679512105849053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/mrs-enters.html' title='MRS enters'/><author><name>LIWEN life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793095760590339550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631858598004082812.post-8389181490058367841</id><published>2011-04-12T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T07:31:10.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Orphanage</title><content type='html'>No words could describe the boredom on their petite pale faces.The orphanage deprived on al they could think of for fun to be carried out. Their "hunger" was unbearable, they had to do something. They had no choice but to deal with food.Probably adding a few drops of poison in their headmistress food. Nah. They wanted to experiment with the kids to use their plans against the dumb. They called martin in. "sit."They commanded in a weird kind of voice that you did not dare disobey.They opened both of their palms in which lay two sweets. " One of them is so delicious that the taste will haunt you till your deathbed yet the other will kill you."They said. one was bright green one was a peaceful creamy colour. Martin played onthe safe side and took the creamy sweet. Snippets from mary's dairy: "Stupid child. We played with both." Notice this is not written by John and Mary or Mary and John.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631858598004082812-8389181490058367841?l=jmchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8389181490058367841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/orphanage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631858598004082812/posts/default/8389181490058367841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631858598004082812/posts/default/8389181490058367841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/orphanage.html' title='The Orphanage'/><author><name>LIWEN life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793095760590339550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631858598004082812.post-8699559807240989337</id><published>2011-04-06T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T06:50:37.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politicians</title><content type='html'>Mum and Dad were watching the pictures in the box. "Boxes are only used for fun and laughter and murder NOT politics" As from John and Mary or Mary and John. Decided decisions continued. Snippets from daily dairy of Mary: " Took the humongous black box anyway. We were lucky as Mum and Dad was too takened aback to react. Was so fun. Could see their limp body even though under reckage." Snippets from Mary's dairy (following day): " Police arrived. we expected it. No fingerprints, no traces. Gosh, sended to orphanage. Haha. &amp;lt;3 Mary" NOTICE: Not written by John And Mary or Mary And John&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631858598004082812-8699559807240989337?l=jmchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8699559807240989337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/politicians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631858598004082812/posts/default/8699559807240989337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631858598004082812/posts/default/8699559807240989337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/politicians.html' title='Politicians'/><author><name>LIWEN life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793095760590339550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8631858598004082812.post-5919388293069195839</id><published>2011-04-03T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T06:58:56.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro To Their World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never had they known their children will become ........... speechless instead of pdeffinp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nor would they start their own blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written by upsidedown L not mary and john ar john and mary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contains marshmallows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8631858598004082812-5919388293069195839?l=jmchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5919388293069195839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/intro-to-their-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631858598004082812/posts/default/5919388293069195839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8631858598004082812/posts/default/5919388293069195839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jmchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/intro-to-their-world.html' title='Intro To Their World'/><author><name>LIWEN life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06793095760590339550</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
