<?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-6560409603952294620</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:44:22.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retler's Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'>Lots of things!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retlerstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560409603952294620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retlerstuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Retler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419680725420039014</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-6560409603952294620.post-8608007473311824272</id><published>2008-06-23T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:34:16.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog</title><content type='html'>So this is my first blog ever. I was planning on posting up the story I am writing peice by peice and get some feedback on it. I will also try and blog about things that my readers suggest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560409603952294620-8608007473311824272?l=retlerstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retlerstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8608007473311824272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6560409603952294620&amp;postID=8608007473311824272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560409603952294620/posts/default/8608007473311824272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560409603952294620/posts/default/8608007473311824272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retlerstuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-this-is-my-first-blog-ever.html' title='First Blog'/><author><name>Retler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419680725420039014</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-6560409603952294620.post-3132172206920493327</id><published>2008-06-22T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:33:05.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First part of the story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="gyqn2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BY: CHRIS LORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“&lt;a name="gyqn12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This world started as a star in the depths of space. No one could have ever known that it would become what it is today. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;· Nicolai, village elder-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn20"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn21"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn22"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn23"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn24"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The story goes that when the earth began, the “God War” ended. With this new obstacle they could not fight. Where did this thing come from? The gods wondered, and only a few knew the answer. Two to be exact and that was the two goddess that were fighting in this war too. Their names were Alexandria and Pharla. Originally all four were against each other in this fight for power. Until one day Pharla told the other goddess that she had an offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn25"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn26"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is useless, we are fighting over what we should share” Pharla had realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn27"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn28"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response Alexandria said “I agree, but the gods will not see it that way and you know it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn30"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I know that, and that means that we must think of something that can stop their senseless fighting.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn31"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn32"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was exactly what they did; they decided that putting a giant sphere in the middle of it all would end the gods fighting. They never did get to find out if it worked; fore they died using all their power to create the sphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn33"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn34"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It did work at first, each god was just creating things on the sphere for experiments, they made trees and watched to see if they would grow, and they made a plethora of other things with the same mind frame as the trees. But it was all too good to be true. After about 1000 years of creating things they got bored and each created a being to represent them on the sphere so that they could rage war on the land they made once again. They made one mistake with their champions though when they created them. They gave them free will, with one champion being male and the other being female when they finally found each other to fight, they instead fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn35"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn36"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gods were furious that they had failed and so they tried to destroy their failed creations, but nothing the gods could do would kill the two, they were protected somehow. This “somehow” is believed to be the fact that the goddess believed in true love so much that when they died their spirits protected the bond, but that is a story for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn37"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn38"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn39"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“&lt;a name="gyqn40"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For your assignment I want you to read part two of the ‘God War’ ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn41"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="gyqn42"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a usual history lecture at Grethens High School; the students there always loved history class because of the great stories. But this story is not just about a history class, oh no, it goes much deeper than that it is about two students that attend Grethen’s High School and their ancestors. One is a young man of about sixteen he is about five foot eight inches, and is quite skinny and very intelligent, his hair is usually slicked back which went well with his leather jacket he always wore, he did not have too many friend, he was to much of a nerd for the jocks and to cool for the nerds. He was in a class of his own one might say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560409603952294620-3132172206920493327?l=retlerstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retlerstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3132172206920493327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6560409603952294620&amp;postID=3132172206920493327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560409603952294620/posts/default/3132172206920493327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560409603952294620/posts/default/3132172206920493327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retlerstuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-part-of-story.html' title='First part of the story.'/><author><name>Retler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419680725420039014</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-6560409603952294620.post-8377951318548621851</id><published>2008-06-22T07:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:33:30.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 of the story</title><content type='html'>The other was a young lady of about the same age she was one of the popular girls she was the perfect height and her long wavy red hair was amazing in the light. It was like she came straight out of the movies. Her eyes were green and she had the greatest smile in the world. Neither knew the other existed nor that they were bound in some unknown way, and neither of them knew that they were special. The boys name was Farley Stevens and the girl was Alexa Frank.&lt;br /&gt;It was a Friday and history was the last class of the day, it was time for Farley to head home. Due to the fact that he did not have many friends he very often walked home alone and this day was one of those days because his best friend was at home sick as he often was. Even though he had walked home alone many times before he had a feeling on this day that he was being followed but he never saw anything when he looked around. After about three blocks of walking Farley turned down a long alley, it looked like it was a path in a castle that lead strait to the king, thought Farley. That was another thing about this young man and that was his extraordinary imagination still at sixteen he thought of castles and dragons. So while walking down the alley he pretended that he was a gallant knight who had just slain the beast that was plaguing his village, in this little day dream he was telling a story to people that followed him as he headed to the castle, he was giving them a blow by blow of the entire fight. It was amazing, and then he heard something near him and felt a gentle breeze this snapped him out of his day dream and he was scared what had just brushed by him with out him noticing and how was it already gone. Farley began to search around and right as he turned around, he saw a very old man just staring at him, not expecting anyone to be there he jumped and almost fell over. A little embarrassed he gained his balance and demanded,&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you, old man?”&lt;br /&gt;The man responded with a sound of dislike in his voice for the comment Farley made, “I am the man that will lead you to your destiny.”&lt;br /&gt;“What are you talking about are you crazy.”&lt;br /&gt;“I know you do not know me but I do know you and what I know is important to you, me, and the world.’“I honestly think you have the wrong person, are you senile?”&lt;br /&gt;“Have you ever heard of respecting your elders boy?”&lt;br /&gt;“I have and I am sorry but I do not understand what you are trying to tell me, and frankly I do not care!”&lt;br /&gt;“If that is what you want I will leave but be warned it is either I who will find you or it is them.” Explained the old man and with a twist he disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Farley who was pale as a ghost now took off running home he needed to think about what just happened was he imagining it, was it an elaborate day dream, he had no clue and did not know if he wanted to find out, but he had to, what was so important to the old man! All of this is too much he thought, and exhausted he fell asleep while think about everything that the old man had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa was on her way home after school too. But unlike Farley she was walking home with a group of followers, she was never alone wherever she went. This made her feel safe for the most part but she also hated it. She hated the fact that she never had any privacy. And this day was one of those days that she was not in the mood to be followed. After about three blocks of walking she finally turned around and asked everyone to stop following her she needed to be alone, as obedient as ever the followers left. I am like a queen she thought to her self, which would be the greatest thing ever. Usually Alexa stayed to the main roads but on this particular day she decided she would take an alley home, little did she know that this was the same alley that not too many minutes before Farley had walked down and had a strange encounter. It was quiet and nice to not have all the followers around Alexa thought. And then she heard a noise behind her, she was not scared at all she already knew what it was.&lt;br /&gt;Alexa spun around and shouted “I told you I want to be alone I don’t want people following me!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Well I was not following you dear girl”, replied an old man&lt;br /&gt;“O sorry sir I thought you were one of the people that like to follow me”&lt;br /&gt;“No I only just got here with a message for you.”&lt;br /&gt;“A message for me? Are you sure”&lt;br /&gt;“Quite positive actually.”&lt;br /&gt;“Who is it from?”&lt;br /&gt;“That I can not tell you, but I can say you will know soon enough!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok what is this message, sir?”&lt;br /&gt;“You know you are much nicer than the boy I had to deliver this message to he did not except it so easy, maybe you can convince him.”&lt;br /&gt;“Who is he?”&lt;br /&gt;“You will find out it is all in the message!”&lt;br /&gt;And with that the old man handed Alexa a scroll, then he spun and disappeared in puff of smoke. This was exciting and scary Alexa thought than she ran home as fast as she could to read this message. The message stated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Alexa, and Farley,&lt;br /&gt;I know you do not know my messenger or why you are receiving this message, you may be scare, you may be excited but either way please finish the letter. I know a lot about you two and your destinies are intertwined your ancestors are the cause of this. i am sure you want to know more but we will need to meet in person for that. The task at hand is very important not just to me and you but to the world, I do not want to see just one of you I need to see you both when you both meet and so do your hands my messenger will know and he will bring you here so we can speak farther.&lt;br /&gt;The High Wizard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eugland Meryl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560409603952294620-8377951318548621851?l=retlerstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retlerstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8377951318548621851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6560409603952294620&amp;postID=8377951318548621851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560409603952294620/posts/default/8377951318548621851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560409603952294620/posts/default/8377951318548621851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retlerstuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/part-2-of-story.html' title='Part 2 of the story'/><author><name>Retler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419680725420039014</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-6560409603952294620.post-6260251783586401099</id><published>2008-06-20T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:38:22.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more updates</title><content type='html'>I have finished more of my book/story. I will post it up once I get some more traffik and get some feedback on what is already posted. I hope to get some people soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560409603952294620-6260251783586401099?l=retlerstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retlerstuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6260251783586401099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6560409603952294620&amp;postID=6260251783586401099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560409603952294620/posts/default/6260251783586401099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560409603952294620/posts/default/6260251783586401099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retlerstuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-updates.html' title='more updates'/><author><name>Retler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00419680725420039014</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>
