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		<title>The Wrong Door</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Natalie Brown]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Sep 2024 05:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s an irony about life in a small community. When most people think of it, they imagine a quiet life, much more peaceful than the clamour and bustle of the city. In one sense that is true, there is less noise, and people generally don’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Cemetery Run</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Natalie Brown]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Sep 2024 05:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Of course, I’ve heard of it, but it’s fake!  There is no such thing as the Cemetery Run.”  Jake kicked a stone down the dirt path running between the school and the small playground at the edge of his neighborhood.  It smashed through the dead...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Yellow Carousel</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Natalie Brown]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Sep 2024 05:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was a warm September evening in High Point, West Virginia, when Silas first saw the Yellow Carousel. A retired surface miner, he and his wife, Emma, had lived near the top of this ridge for most of their fifty-two years together. The land behind...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Did You Check the Box?</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Natalie Brown]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2024 19:24:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In a dilapidated house at the edge of a small, quiet town, where the shadows danced and the wind whispered secrets, was what was supposed to be my wife and I’s paradise. Our once-grand home now stood as a decrepit monument to the relentless march...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Omega Forest</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Natalie Brown]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2023 13:42:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Ye needn’t think the only folks is the folks hereabouts,” — H.P Lovecraft, The Dunwich Horror. “Even in this world, more things exist without our knowledge than that with. And the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there,” —...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Osiris Institute</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Natalie Brown]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2023 13:36:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“The past and future dreams us, lays on our bodies like skin, so that we might pass the days with grace. To us were given all the ways and the obligation to travel. To us were opened all the roads of heaven, all the tunnels...]]></description>
		
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		<title>May it Be</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Natalie Brown]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2023 19:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Reverend and Mrs. Decan, the doctor will see you now.&#8221;, the receptionist announced. &#8220;Thank you, Melissa. Tell your mother that green bean casserole was delicious.&#8221; &#8220;I will, Reverend.&#8221; The receptionist replied, glancing up while shuffling through the mess of paperwork that blanketed her small desk....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mary’s Bridge</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Natalie Brown]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Apr 2023 18:56:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Yea, buddy,&#8221; Jason Biggs shouted, smiled, and then gulped down the rest of his brewski as Bon Scott fabulously articulated that he was on the highway to Hell. He crushed the can and tossed it out of his open window. His gray chest hair fluttered...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Well</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Natalie Brown]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Apr 2023 23:54:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#8220;A bit of a lemon, isn&#8217;t it?&#8221; Sheila asked as she hefted the first box out of the moving van. A short, high chuckle responded to her question as she turned around to see Matt, her husband, striking a superhero pose with his fists at...]]></description>
		
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		<title>St. Patrick&#8217;s Night</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Natalie Brown]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Mar 2023 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The small town lay still in the wake of its most eventful annual celebration, St. Patrick&#8217;s Day. Every year on the anniversary of the Saint&#8217;s death, all the local residents from miles around fill the square and line the streets, clad in their tackiest emerald...]]></description>
		
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