<?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-2172937645480010339</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:02:00.244-08:00</updated><category term='professional ice skater'/><category term='Wood Lakers scary story'/><category term='$1'/><category term='leprechaunville'/><category term='beach'/><category term='raffle ticket'/><category term='WoodLakers Legend'/><category term='promotions.'/><category term='gold'/><category term='Alicia'/><category term='story by sabrina'/><category term='rainbow'/><category term='leprechaun'/><category term='blog followers'/><category term='Bahamas'/><category term='000'/><category term='Gloria story'/><category term='young artist'/><category term='wedding proposal'/><category term='camping stories'/><category term='backlinks'/><category term='short story'/><category term='slee'/><category term='short scary stories'/><category term='Missing People'/><category term='personalized stories'/><title type='text'>Sabrina Frost</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tammy Frost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518593356843662349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TRCKaYgAp0I/AAAAAAAAASk/29QNXvBFKEk/S220/Tammy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172937645480010339.post-5958797599934154810</id><published>2010-08-25T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T07:38:58.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog followers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backlinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalized stories'/><title type='text'>Get Backlinks and Enjoy Personalized Story of Your self!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hi, I am nine years old and I am writing this post to invite everyone to become my blog follower. I enjoy writing stories and I would love to write a creative story about you and link it to your suggested web page. Leave me a comment on this post that you have become a follower. I will then research you and make up a funny, interesting or scary story about you. You can view the below posts to get a good idea about what I am saying. My mom said this is a good thing for you because it gives you backlinks to your websites and webpages. Plus you get to enjoy reading my stories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172937645480010339-5958797599934154810?l=sabrinafrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/feeds/5958797599934154810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/2010/08/get-backlinks-and-enjoy-personalized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default/5958797599934154810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default/5958797599934154810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/2010/08/get-backlinks-and-enjoy-personalized.html' title='Get Backlinks and Enjoy Personalized Story of Your self!'/><author><name>Tammy Frost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518593356843662349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TRCKaYgAp0I/AAAAAAAAASk/29QNXvBFKEk/S220/Tammy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172937645480010339.post-3626365740770291323</id><published>2010-07-27T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:10:11.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raffle ticket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promotions.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='$1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='000'/><title type='text'>I won $1,000,000</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TE_C4GGUN2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/borttuVufjE/s1600/money.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TE_C4GGUN2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/borttuVufjE/s1600/money.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time there was a man named Sam. Sam woke up&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;saw the clock.Sam realized that he was late to work. He got dressed,&amp;nbsp;took a muffin his wife had&amp;nbsp;made, gave a kiss goodbye&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;Sam&amp;nbsp;headed off to work.On the way to work his car broke down. Luckily his friend saw that Sam was in trouble so he got a ride to work. When Sam got to work his boss asked&amp;nbsp;why he was so late.Sam told his boss what had happened. His boss wasn't mad. Later on that day his boss&amp;nbsp;thought that Sam deserved a promotion. So Sam's boss headed over to tell Sam that he got a promotion.When Sam heard that he got a promotion he was so excited. At the end of the day he came home and told his wife.Later on that day Sam and his wife went out to dinner.When Sam and his wife got done with dinner, Sam told is wife about his heart disease when he was a little boy. His wife was amazed that Sam had not told her that be for.The next day when Sam was grocery shopping Sam decided that he could buy a raffle ticket for a chance to win $1,000,000.When Sam got home he put the groceries on the table and put his groceries in the fridge.On Wednesday the raffle ticket people called Sam's cell and told him that he had won $1,000,000.Sam and his wife had 2 kids and lived happily ever after. THE END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172937645480010339-3626365740770291323?l=sabrinafrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/feeds/3626365740770291323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-won-1000000.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default/3626365740770291323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default/3626365740770291323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-won-1000000.html' title='I won $1,000,000'/><author><name>Tammy Frost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518593356843662349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TRCKaYgAp0I/AAAAAAAAASk/29QNXvBFKEk/S220/Tammy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TE_C4GGUN2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/borttuVufjE/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172937645480010339.post-8004540928568730544</id><published>2010-06-11T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:27:02.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding proposal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bahamas'/><title type='text'>Wedding Proposal on stage in the Bahamas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/members/newstime1999.html" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TBLwGBwiB8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/9bvYD5PB5vY/s1600/Alicia+James.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once there lived a beautiful girl who had a boyfriend named Mike. The pretty girl's name was &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/members/newstime1999.html"&gt;Alicia&lt;/a&gt;. She lived in the Bahamas. She loved the blue sea water and wonderful weather. Everyday Alicia would walk down and enjoy the beach. She really loved her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TBLv8QAnLiI/AAAAAAAAANw/FKH8JaT_0Lk/s1600/bahamas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TBLv8QAnLiI/AAAAAAAAANw/FKH8JaT_0Lk/s1600/bahamas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One day &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/members/newstime1999.html"&gt;Alicia&lt;/a&gt; and Mike went on a date&amp;nbsp;to an elegant restaraunt in the Bahamas. When Alicia and Mike arrived at the restaraunt, they saw a stage for entertainment purposes. Mike thought that this would be a nice time to propose marriage to Alicia using the stage.&amp;nbsp;When he got to the stage he sang Alicia a song and then ask her to marry him. At first she was in such shock, she didn't know what to say. She then came to her senses and said "Of course Mike, I will marry you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years later, Alicia had two kids and a dog. They also lived in a beautiful beach house with a great view of the Bahamas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172937645480010339-8004540928568730544?l=sabrinafrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/feeds/8004540928568730544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/2010/06/wedding-proposal-on-stage-in-bahamas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default/8004540928568730544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default/8004540928568730544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/2010/06/wedding-proposal-on-stage-in-bahamas.html' title='Wedding Proposal on stage in the Bahamas!'/><author><name>Tammy Frost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518593356843662349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TRCKaYgAp0I/AAAAAAAAASk/29QNXvBFKEk/S220/Tammy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TBLwGBwiB8I/AAAAAAAAAN0/9bvYD5PB5vY/s72-c/Alicia+James.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172937645480010339.post-4956655565085304997</id><published>2010-05-13T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:32:16.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story by sabrina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gloria story'/><title type='text'>Gloria Hutson- The Artist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a girl named Gloria. She always wanted to be an artist and also had the talent for it too. There was one problem though, she did not want anyone to see her beautiful work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/S-Sjrfco74I/AAAAAAAAAM0/pHBIz9C_XII/s1600/Gloria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/S-Sjrfco74I/AAAAAAAAAM0/pHBIz9C_XII/s320/Gloria.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Gloria was scared that people would not like her work and they would make fun of it. Her parents tried and tried to tell her that whoever did not like her pictures was blind. She was still afraid to share her art work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;At school when Gloria was lining up for lunch, a girl grabbed her notebook and saw all of Gloria's pictures. When the girl was all done admiring the pictures, she handed the notebook to the teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The teacher was amazed by Gloria's work. She went up to Gloria and told her she was a young artist and gave her art book back to her. Gloria's Teacher offered her a professional job as an artist. Gloria said "No", "Well why not?" the teacher asked. "I am afraid that people will make fun of my pictures" stated Gloria. "You will still have great pictures and it doesn't matter if others don't like them, you will be a great artist". Gloria looked at her teacher with a big smile and said "Thanks Mrs. Sunshine, that helped me a lot and what about that job again?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;View &lt;a href="http://amissourifamilyhistory.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gloria's Missouri Family&amp;nbsp;Blog&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172937645480010339-4956655565085304997?l=sabrinafrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/feeds/4956655565085304997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/2010/05/gloria-hutson-artist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default/4956655565085304997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default/4956655565085304997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/2010/05/gloria-hutson-artist.html' title='Gloria Hutson- The Artist!'/><author><name>Tammy Frost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518593356843662349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TRCKaYgAp0I/AAAAAAAAASk/29QNXvBFKEk/S220/Tammy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/S-Sjrfco74I/AAAAAAAAAM0/pHBIz9C_XII/s72-c/Gloria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172937645480010339.post-8282871721122151742</id><published>2010-03-27T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:47:32.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leprechaunville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leprechaun'/><title type='text'>Opposite of Scary Story!  The Leprechaun and Slee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A happy story that is not scary is what this blog post will be about. This story is dedicated to Slee. He is the owner of the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ascendingwizards.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ascending wizard blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Thanks Slee for visiting and following my blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a boy named Slee. He became very lucky and fortunate in life. On St. Patricks Day, Slee woke up to&amp;nbsp;a Leprechaun sitting on his head. The Leprechaun was&amp;nbsp;very small and cute. "Well Good Morning my friend", the Leprechaun said to Slee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Slee was completely surprised to see a real Leprechaun sitting on his head. As Slee jumped up with excitement, the Leprechaun jumped briskly acrossed the room. "Hi Mr. Leprechaun, what are you doing in my bedroom?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"I was sent here from Leprechaunville to challenge you." "If you can catch me, you can have all of our gold that is at Leprechaunville," said the small Leprechaun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/S62s6atPZyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gMWLVyTIap0/s1600/slee.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/S62s6atPZyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gMWLVyTIap0/s200/slee.png" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/S62tQ6TuebI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YLIieudl_-c/s1600/Leprechaun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/S62tQ6TuebI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YLIieudl_-c/s200/Leprechaun.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Rubbing his eyes and making sure he was really awake and not dreaming, Slee felt so fortunate and quickly agreed to the challenge to catch the little green leprechaun. "I can catch you right now" said Slee. As he grabbed for the Leprachaun, the fast little leprechaun jumped out the window and was gone faster than Slee could blink his eyes. Slee quikly got dressed and rushed outside to plan his search for Bob, the leprechaun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The Day was bright and sunny with a few sprinkles which meant one thing to Slee, "there is a rainbow somewhere." There was actually three rainbows for Slee to find Leprechaunville. Slee's lucky number had always been number 1. Therefore, Slee followed the first rainbow to the other side and there was a letter in an envelope. He opened the envelope that had a four leaf clover stamped on it. The letter was addressed to Slee. It said "I will give you a hint, I am nowhere in Leprechaunville." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Slee followed the 2nd rainbow and at the very end of the rainbow,&amp;nbsp;there&amp;nbsp;was fairyland. Fairyland was a land full of fairys. Slee even met the tooth fairy at fairyland. There was fairy princesses, tooth fairies, wish fairies and Gold fairies. He never found the leprechaun at fairyland. Off to the third rainbow Slee went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;At the end of the third rainbow, was Sealand. Slee saw the king of Octopuses, the queen of mermaids, the princess of starfish and the prince of sharks. There was no sign of Bob the leprechaun. "Where do I look now?" Slee asked himself. "I know, The hill of Shamrocks is where I will go to find that mean old leprechaun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;At the Hill of Shamrocks, Slee looked on the biggest four leaf&amp;nbsp;clover that he could find. Hiding behind the four leaf clover, was Bob the leprechaun. Slee slowly snuck up behind Bob and grabbed him firmly. "I caught you." The Leprechaun struggled with all of his might to get away, but Slee locked him in a cage. Slee told the Leprechaun, "I won, can you give me my gold now?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Yes indeed I will, you won fair in square. Take this&amp;nbsp;certificate to Leprechaunville and they will give you their gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Slee lived happily ever after and never had to work again or worry about bills to pay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/S6231SBx2II/AAAAAAAAAKc/AqSwd9RjRF8/s1600/Pot+of+Gold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/S6231SBx2II/AAAAAAAAAKc/AqSwd9RjRF8/s400/Pot+of+Gold.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172937645480010339-8282871721122151742?l=sabrinafrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/feeds/8282871721122151742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/2010/03/opposite-of-scary-story-leprechaun-and.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default/8282871721122151742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default/8282871721122151742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/2010/03/opposite-of-scary-story-leprechaun-and.html' title='Opposite of Scary Story!  The Leprechaun and Slee!'/><author><name>Tammy Frost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518593356843662349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TRCKaYgAp0I/AAAAAAAAASk/29QNXvBFKEk/S220/Tammy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/S62s6atPZyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/gMWLVyTIap0/s72-c/slee.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172937645480010339.post-2031827982044428321</id><published>2010-01-04T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:44:56.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short scary stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoodLakers Legend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wood Lakers scary story'/><title type='text'>Scary Stories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/S0KiI6La-tI/AAAAAAAAAIA/N-GpQnMC5kc/s1600-h/scarry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/S0KiI6La-tI/AAAAAAAAAIA/N-GpQnMC5kc/s640/scarry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hi,I am going to tell you guys&amp;nbsp;a short scary story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Once upon a time there were three teens, two were boys and one was a girl.&amp;nbsp;Their names were Jess, Sean and Brenda.One day they all went to go camping it was called Wood Lakers. There was a legend about this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;camping spot. The legend was that over 5,000 people went to Wood Lakers and they all gone missing. They never knew what happened to them. The towns people&amp;nbsp;sent a helicopter, 10 guys and two trucks full of weapons but they all&amp;nbsp;died too. So Brenda, Jess and Sean set some traps all around their tent so that no one could kill them. When Brenda and Sean woke up they saw Jesse's body laying on the tent dead so Brenda&amp;nbsp;kept&amp;nbsp;trying to get signal on her cell phone but it&amp;nbsp;kept dieing on her. Sean pushed some of the traps out with a stick&amp;nbsp;so that&amp;nbsp;they could go out of Woodlakers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When Brenda looked out of the tent,&amp;nbsp;Sean got caught in the trap on accident. Brenda&amp;nbsp;tripped on Sean and fell face forward on one of the traps. Her head got chopped off and she died. Sean had to pull his leg out off the trap and drag his self out of Wood lakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;17&amp;nbsp;years later&amp;nbsp;Sean got a nice job, he got mairred and had 5 kids. He never returned to Wood Lakers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172937645480010339-2031827982044428321?l=sabrinafrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/feeds/2031827982044428321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/2010/01/sarry-stories.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default/2031827982044428321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default/2031827982044428321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/2010/01/sarry-stories.html' title='Scary Stories!'/><author><name>Tammy Frost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518593356843662349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TRCKaYgAp0I/AAAAAAAAASk/29QNXvBFKEk/S220/Tammy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/S0KiI6La-tI/AAAAAAAAAIA/N-GpQnMC5kc/s72-c/scarry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2172937645480010339.post-287512078249573462</id><published>2010-01-03T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:53:25.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='professional ice skater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Sabrina's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hi My name is Sabrina Frost. I am Tammy Frost's Daughter. My mom made this blog for me so that I can type whatever I&amp;nbsp;want. I want to share with everyone different and interesting stories. I am 9 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today I want to make up some stories to tell you guys. This story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;is going to be about a little girl that dreams to be a proffessional ice skater.This girls name is Nataily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am not a proffessioal so do not expect it to be fabulous everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/Sz_ijxumdRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Qx9FL8Kcb9c/s1600-h/6-19-09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/Sz_ijxumdRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Qx9FL8Kcb9c/s320/6-19-09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a littel girl named Nataliy.Natalily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;dreamed to be a proffessioal ice skater.She had beautiful blonde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;hair. But the problem was that Nataliy's famaly was to poor to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;afford ice skating lessons. So Nataliy&amp;nbsp;ran to her friends house to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ask if her friend Alex can come outside to play in the park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nataliy told Alex what her parents told her. Alex said "why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;don't you just find a job"? &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Thats it, I will get a job said Nataily.Wait here she said. &lt;/span&gt;Nataliy ran to her parents and told them that she wants to get a job. Her parents said you are to young to get a job. What do you mean? said Nataliy. I mean that you need to be 16.You do?asked&amp;nbsp;Nataliy. Yes said her parents. Nataliy ran back to the park. She said to Alex my mom said that I have to be 16 to have a job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That is a stupid rule Alex said.We should sue&amp;nbsp;the president he said. Stop&amp;nbsp;I am trying&amp;nbsp;to think she said. WE CAN BUILD A LEMONAID STAND.Yeah BUT STOP YELLING. I also want to sell icecream cones at are lemonaid stand, said Nataliy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2172937645480010339-287512078249573462?l=sabrinafrost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/feeds/287512078249573462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/2010/01/sabrinas-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default/287512078249573462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2172937645480010339/posts/default/287512078249573462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabrinafrost.blogspot.com/2010/01/sabrinas-story.html' title='Sabrina&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Tammy Frost</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14518593356843662349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/TRCKaYgAp0I/AAAAAAAAASk/29QNXvBFKEk/S220/Tammy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5a3haTFdPXg/Sz_ijxumdRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Qx9FL8Kcb9c/s72-c/6-19-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
