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<title>Michael Pratt: Fifteen Minutes Of Fiction</title>
<tagline>Michael Pratt: Works of poetry and prose published at Fifteen Minutes Of Fiction</tagline>
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<modified>2009-01-20T06:13:16Z</modified>
<author>
<name>Michael Pratt</name>
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<title>America as we knew it.</title>
<author>
<name>Michael Pratt</name>
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<issued>2009-01-20T06:12:15Z</issued>
<modified>2009-01-20T06:12:15Z</modified>
<summary>America as we knew it.</summary>
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I have no doubt that this election year is going to be the most awe struck election in the world.  I have no doubt with the way things are going that we Christians will be removed from this alien world and be called out of here if not now soon, very soon.  The country as we know it will become a country of turmoil and a country that will remove the very creator that put us on the earth in the first place.  I believe that what is right will be wrong and what is wrong will be right.  This country is about to endure the worst 4 years of its entire life.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Say goodbye to &amp;quot;One Nation under God&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;Say goodbye to a baby's rights and hello to partial birth abortions.&lt;br&gt;Say goodbye to a marriage between one man and one woman.&lt;br&gt;Say goodbye to a strong military that has kept this nation free.&lt;br&gt;Say hello to religious tolerance and Goodbye to truth.&lt;br&gt;Say goodbye to freedom and hello to bondage.&lt;br&gt;Say goodbye to God and hello to Satan!&lt;br&gt;Say hello to Christian persecution.&lt;br&gt;Say goodbye to Israel as an ally hello to God&amp;#8217;s wrath.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EVEN SO COME LORD JESUS!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=385&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>The Watchers</title>
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<name>Michael Pratt</name>
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<issued>2009-01-08T05:23:15Z</issued>
<modified>2009-01-08T05:23:15Z</modified>
<summary>A scene I created on the fly.</summary>
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&amp;quot;What in the world are you trying to do?&amp;quot;  John looked at his wife lying on the floor in a twisted pile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well I was trying to walk.&amp;quot;  Mary replied as she reached for a hand up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Did you just start learning grace?&amp;quot;  He snickered as he reached for her hand to help her up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mary looked herself over as she was brushing the dirt off herself.  Everything looked ok.  No cuts scrapes or broken bones.  She wasn't sure what happened all she could remember was that she lost her footing like someone kicked her legs out from underneath her and she ended up on the ground.  Could it have been the watchers?  Maybe they were playing a joke on her.  If it was, it wasn't very funny at all she could have gotten hurt.  Mary found a bench to sit on the park.  John followed and sat down beside her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Are you okay?&amp;quot;  John said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well I don't have any broken bones and I am still breathing so I guess I am okay.&amp;quot;  She replied rubbing her knee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;John stared at Mary for a few minutes and then looked around the park.  There was a playground area with several kids playing on the jungle gym and their parents standing in a group close by watching and carrying on conversation.  He saw one of the children standing at the top of the slide raising his hands as if he was announcing that he was in control of the playground.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You know I have been thinking about our marriage.  I feel as if we are missing something,&amp;quot; John said as he turned and looked in Mary's eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/gallery.asp?gid=2220&quot;&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=385&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>Merry Christmas</title>
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<name>Michael Pratt</name>
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<issued>2008-12-25T11:55:06Z</issued>
<modified>2008-12-25T11:55:06Z</modified>
<summary>Merry Christmas</summary>
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Just wanted to say to everyone on FMOF.  Merry Christmas!  And remember that HE IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=385&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>Snow, Snow, Snow!</title>
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<name>Michael Pratt</name>
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<issued>2008-12-23T06:14:56Z</issued>
<modified>2008-12-23T06:14:56Z</modified>
<summary>Writing propt if snow had a brain</summary>
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	The large snowflakes fell and covered the trees and ground.  Some say that the snowflakes have brains and even can talk and if you listen closely you can hear what they are saying as you walk about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Hey Bob.&amp;quot; Mr Snow said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Hey Joe.&amp;quot; Mr Freeze said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;I see you finally got chosen to fall to the earth.  I didn&amp;#8217;t think I would ever get the chance.  After all I have been waiting for several years to get chosen.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Yeah, what a ride it was to the earth!  That was so awesome.  I am looking forward to doing it again.  I can't wait for the evaporation so I can return to the heavens.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;How much longer do you think the rest of the crew will take to fall?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;I am not sure but it doesn&amp;#8217;t look like it will end anytime soon.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Loooook out!!!&amp;quot;, The voice screamed as George White fell almost crushing Bob and Joe and landing next to them.  &amp;quot;That was close!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Hey George.&amp;quot;  Bob and Joe replied.  They both looked at each other and thought oh great now we are in trouble.  George seems to bring bad luck with him everywhere he goes.  The worst part is it effects everyone around him as well.  At one point they were told that George caused a huge problem in one city by causing a car wreck on the highway causing a lot of damage and injuring lots of people.  Joe and Bob looked around expecting something to happen right away but nothing yet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/gallery.asp?gid=2148&quot;&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=385&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>Science Fiction Holiday Pt. 2</title>
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<name>Michael Pratt</name>
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<issued>2008-12-21T13:01:20Z</issued>
<modified>2008-12-21T13:01:20Z</modified>
<summary>The continuing saga from this past weeks writing prompt.</summary>
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	    The Darko family all sat around the living room catching up on the past thirty years.  Gerad enjoyed talking about the good times.  In a way he wished he didn't join the military, but he didn&amp;#8217;t have a choice because of the war with the Ziggarats.  If he didn't he would of still been working at the local grocery store here in town.  He would not of gotten anywhere.  Most of all he would not of met his wonderful wife Jenny.  Gerad started off in the Galactic Army as an enlisted grunt attached to the 44th Guardian Infantry Unit in the Pleiades Galaxy.  He then tried out for Officer and submitted his package and he made it!  He is now Lieutenant Colonel Gerad Darko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Let's not waist anymore time Sarah you play Santa and hand out the gifts!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	Sarah jumped for joy and ran to get the first gift.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Here Uncle Gerad!  You can open mine first!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	Sarah ran to get Gerad's gift and returned jumping on his lap and shoving the package in his chest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Thank you Sarah,  you didn&amp;#8217;t have to do that.&amp;quot;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;I even bought it with my own money!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	Gerad opened the wrapper to reveal a picture frame with a picture of Sarah with a beautiful smile on her face.  At the bottom of the picture it said:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	TO GERAD WITH LOVE YOUR NIECE SARAH&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	Gerad was silent as he fought tears of joy.  Sarah looked at Gerad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Do you like it?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	There was a Long silence.    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Why it is the best gift I ever had.&amp;quot;  He hugged Sarah tight wrapping his arms around her while looking at the picture.  &amp;quot;Thank you so much.  I will make sure this is put in a place where I can see you every day.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/gallery.asp?gid=2135&quot;&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=385&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>Science Fiction Holiday</title>
<author>
<name>Michael Pratt</name>
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<issued>2008-12-18T06:15:41Z</issued>
<modified>2008-12-18T06:15:41Z</modified>
<summary>The Darkos family Christmas.</summary>
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The Galaxian zipped through space on its way to the milky way galaxy.  The darko family was on their way to a Christmas get together on the classic world called Earth.  It had been a long journey let alone a long time since the Darkos had visited their parents!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;I wonder what earth is like now!&amp;quot;  Gerad Darko said.  &amp;quot;It sure has been a long time since we last saw our parents.&amp;quot;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Thirty years three month and twelve days since we left to be exact.&amp;quot; His wife Jenny Darko said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Do you think that earth looks any different?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;I can imagine so Gerad. It has been a long time.  I am sure the technologies have changed as well as the neighborhoods.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	Gerad mind reminisced about growing up in his old neighborhood on Earth and all the things he did for fun and how he used to hang out at the local burger drive inn visiting and cutting it up with his friends in his 2075 Space Charger.  Those were the good ole days!  He smiled,  That Space Charger had some power and could jump in to hyperspace in about a micro second.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;They are here!  Uncle Gerad and Aunt Jenny are here!&amp;quot;  Sarah Conway said as she ran in to the house.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	The Galaxian swooped in for a landing and the dust around the ship blew everywhere as the ship landed with a small thud.  The weight of the landing was soft but you could still feel the light shake of the ground as the ship landed.  The engines powered off and the door to the ship opened with a small ramp leading down to Earth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/gallery.asp?gid=2129&quot;&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=385&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>Uses for Punched Paper</title>
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<name>Michael Pratt</name>
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<issued>2008-12-16T16:46:43Z</issued>
<modified>2008-12-16T16:46:43Z</modified>
<summary>This is a top ten list of what to do with Punched Paper (Dit-Dots)</summary>
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1.	You them as a dit-dot bomb setting them up so when an individual sits at a chair or opens up a cabinet it will dump on them in some way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2.  Use them as a decoupage of some way on a small box if they are different colors, shapes and sizes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3.	I you have enough of them you can use them in a shipping box while shipping something in the mail.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4.	If you are sending a birthday card you can use them in the card as confetti type filler in the card.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5.	Put them inside a clear balloon for parties.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6.	Use them for a wedding as confetti instead of rice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7.	Recycle them (go green) by making your own paper using the dit-dots.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. 	Use them on a card for decoration by gluing them on as an accent to the card.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. 	You can use them in a scrapbook page to add a decorative look.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10.	Depending on the type of dit-dots you have you can make a snow globe with a container.  They would have to be some type of plastic that would not break down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=385&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>Writing Prompt</title>
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<name>Michael Pratt</name>
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<issued>2008-12-14T21:00:53Z</issued>
<modified>2008-12-14T21:00:53Z</modified>
<summary>The writing prompt was from somewhere on the web.</summary>
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Mark didn't understand what she was talking about and Mark didn't care.  Her voice sounded like that voice from the teacher in those Charlie Brown cartoons.  Mark continued to nod his head as she kept talking trying to look like he was listening the the conversation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Are you listening?&amp;quot; Karen said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Oh... um yes uh what did you say again?&amp;quot;  Mark asked dumbfounded.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;No you're not.  You are not!&amp;quot; Karen let out a frustrated sigh and took a drink of her soda.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;I'm sorry.  I just got a lot on my mind with work, let alone Christmas.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;	&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;What's going on Mark?  You don't seem yourself at all today.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;Yeah, well I had to deal with my difficult boss again today.  He has volun-told me to work on Christmas eve and Christmas.  So it looks like my vacation this year is not going to happen.  I'm not even going to be home to enjoy Christmas with my family!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	Karen's frustration turned to regret because she rebuked him for not listening the it turned to disappointment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;I'm sorry.  You should really get a different job.  It is going to kill you.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;I wish it was that easy Karen but I can't.  Especially now with the economy the way it is. I'm going to have to just buck up and do what he says.  I dont have a choice in the matter anyways if I tell him no and he fires me then what?  My family wont have a Christmas either!  I don't want to have to live with that!  I dont want to let my family down.  Besides it may open a door for a chance to share the Gospel with him.  I have been praying for my boss for over 4 years now.  This could be the time.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=385&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>The Hallway Was Silent - Writing prompt.</title>
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<name>Michael Pratt</name>
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<issued>2008-12-13T05:58:07Z</issued>
<modified>2008-12-13T05:58:07Z</modified>
<summary>Used a writing prompt for this story.</summary>
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	The hallway was silent.  The only thing you could hear was the faint sound of a drinking fountain's chiller.  Z cautiously walked down the hall scanning every room.  Z thought about how this hall was once filled with students of all sorts passing through to the next class or going to their lockers for books to their next class.  That was all gone now.  The school stands silent and empty.  Some of the classes still had books and bags on the desks as if the students were still there but may have left for the bathroon or to another location.  &lt;br&gt;	&lt;br&gt;	Z entered the biology room and looked around.  The room had several lab tables with books open and papers scattered.  There was a cage sitting on a table with its door wide open and whatever animal that was in there was not around or had escaped because someone left the cage door open.  On another table sat several chemicals and flasks with hoses going from flask to flask and hanging on stands.   It reminded Z of a mad scientists labratory and he was about to create some concoction to take over the world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	Z approached another desk that had a computer on it which was still on.  He moved the mouse and the screen saver disappeared to reveal a document open displaying the words. GOD HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS.  Z stared at the screen for what seemed like a life time.  The thoughts of what happened several weeks ago played back in his head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	&amp;quot;I can't believe this happened.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;	There was a noise that caught Z's attention he turned to see where it came from.  Z headed toward the entrance to the room.  peaking out the hallway looking left and right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/gallery.asp?gid=2113&quot;&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=385&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<entry>
<title>Anapestic Christmas</title>
<author>
<name>Michael Pratt</name>
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<issued>2008-12-11T05:27:31Z</issued>
<modified>2008-12-11T05:27:31Z</modified>
<summary>I cant write poems.</summary>
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Jesus, God manifest in the flesh, came to earth to save us sinners!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.fifteenminutesoffiction.com/writers.asp?wid=385&quot;&gt;Visit this author's page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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