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		<title>I Survived A Summer Camp Massacre In 1984</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2025 20:46:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was supposed to be the summer that finally gave him a chance at feeling normal. In 1984, sixteen-year-old Wyatt is sent to Camp Chattahoochee—an escape from the state home, from cruelty, from the ghosts of the family who abandoned him. Instead, he finds first love, new hope… and the kind of horror that rewrites a person from the inside out. When an escaped murderer emerges from the woods and turns the camp into a hunting ground, Wyatt becomes one of the only survivors of a massacre still whispered about generations later. Now, decades afterward, with nightmares worsening and terrifying signs surfacing in his sleep, he fears the past isn’t done with him. ]]></description>
		
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		<title>Never Walk the Wolf Path at Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2025 04:27:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When insurance assessor Logan Pritchard takes a detour into a small Wisconsin park, he expects nothing more than a quiet evening walk before heading back to his motel. But when a ranger warns him to stay off Wolf Path after dark, curiosity wins over caution—and Logan soon discovers that the trail doesn’t lead anywhere familiar. As darkness deepens, time stops behaving, the woods rearrange themselves, and the echoes in the trees start calling his name. The further he walks, the less certain he becomes that he’s still in the same world. A grounded and haunting story of disorientation, dread, and the collapse of reality, “Never Walk the Wolf Path at Night” is a descent into the kind of darkness that watches, waits, and never forgets your footsteps.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bone Tree </title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2025 02:38:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Kai Arkwright thinks he’s immune to fear. But when he and his friend Morgan sneak into the Oregon woods at midnight and discover a dead oak hung with bones, their night of mischief turns into a nightmare. Something ancient waits beneath that tree, and it remembers them both. A haunting story about curiosity, memory, and the price of chasing what should stay buried.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Evil</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2025 06:24:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[God, it’s cold. Shivering, I push my hand out of my coat sleeve. Check my watch. Seven thirty. It won’t be long now. I scan the edge of the field, just to be sure, then reach for the thermos. I twist off the cap. Steam...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Unaired Pilot</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2025 17:40:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A veteran survivalist leaps at the chance to join a wilderness reality competition, certain he can outlast the elements and his rivals. But as the days wear on, the forest reveals a darker challenge: a predator that doesn’t just hunt—it plays. Through strange cries, shifting voices, and unnerving signs, the game transforms into a battle against something that shouldn’t exist. A tense and atmospheric blend of survivalism and folklore horror, this story will leave you questioning what might be watching from the treeline.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Black Devil of Keegan</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2025 14:19:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[FOREWORD Recovered from the home of Thaddeus Collins – Keegan, Wisconsin My name is Lucy Collins. Thaddeus—“Thad” to most—was my grandfather. He vanished from his home in Keegan, Wisconsin, in early November of last year. There were no signs of forced entry, no struggle, no...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Deep End</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2025 21:31:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Have you ever done something so dumb as a kid that it scarred you for life? I don’t mean embarrassing dumb. I mean life-altering, body-mangling, lose-a-part-of-yourself dumb. Yeah. That kind of dumb. I’ve never told this story in full before. Not to a therapist, not...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Rings</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2025 21:16:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Cold grazes fat on the corpse of summer’s dew.” “True.” I rip off a chunk of bread and toss it to her. “It would be easier.” She catches it with both hands and disappears behind a curtain of hair. Face, bread, and all. Squatted down,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Copycats</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2025 22:17:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Hoping for a peaceful weekend in the woods, Spencer joins new college friends on a remote forest road trip that quickly turns ominous. When their car is sabotaged and their guide disappears, the group finds themselves hunted—not by animals, but by things that wear their faces and speak in voices almost right. A chilling, slow-burn psychological horror story, Copycats is a terrifying meditation on identity, memory, and the fear that something out there knows you a little too well.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Crossarm</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2025 20:40:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After a freak storm, linemen Luis Cortez and Keith Moen are dispatched to a remote site to investigate a strange signal coming from a supposedly dead section of the power grid. What they find is a structure that shouldn't exist—and a figure wired to it that may not be entirely inert. As the voices in the static grow stronger and old myths resurface, Luis and his team realize the anomaly isn't just broadcasting—it's listening. A chilling blend of electrical infrastructure and ancient dread, Crossarm explores what happens when forgotten machines remember who they used to be.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Callum’s Garden</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2025 20:11:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Braden Powell tends the most envied garden in Graybury, a flourishing oasis that seems almost enchanted. But behind its locked gates and beneath its fertile soil lie secrets shaped by sorrow. His wife, Meredith, lives in the shadows of their home, haunted by the loss of their son and the silence that followed. When justice fails the family once more, Braden finds himself turning to the one place he understands: the garden. A brooding tale of loss, revenge, and the strange roots of healing, this story asks what we’re willing to bury—and what may grow from it.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Beach Betrayal</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2025 00:15:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Aiden invites his classmates to an impromptu beach weekend, Dylan and the others eagerly pile into a van for sun, surf, and nonstop partying. But the scent of salt and freedom hides something far more dangerous, and as the night deepens, the line between friend and foe blurs. A chilling descent into betrayal and horror, this story exposes the deadly cost of trust—and the monstrous things that can lurk just beneath the surface.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Children of the Storm</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2025 04:42:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Donovan Kimble accepts a post at a remote lighthouse, he thinks he’s found a quiet way to make peace with his past. But a midnight knock during a brutal storm sets off a chain of events that reveals the lighthouse's true, harrowing purpose—and the ancient forces it was built to hold at bay. A brooding and atmospheric tale of isolation, ancient pacts, and the price of compassion, this story will leave you wondering what waits just beyond the light.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Party at Hollow Ridge — A CTFDN Choose-Your-Own Adventure Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Feb 2025 17:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Welcome to the The Party at Hollow Ridge. You’re about to make choices shaping how this night unfolds. Will you stay with your friends or venture into the unknown? THE CHOICE IS YOURS.  ]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Broken Horse</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Feb 2025 02:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Twelve-year-old Sam never believed in ghost stories, but when he stumbles upon something impossible in the woods—a towering, grinning figure that seems to exist outside of reality itself—his life changes forever. The creature watches him, follows him, and bends time to its will, rendering him powerless against its presence. As Sam desperately searches for answers, he learns that no one who has seen the Broken Horse has ever survived for long. But the creature isn’t in any hurry to take him—it wants him to know it’s coming first. A chilling tale of inescapable dread, The Broken Horse lingers long after the last page.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Don’t Look for Lady Bluebell</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2025 17:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As a child, a park ranger followed the legend of Lady Bluebell to safety when he was lost in the woods. Years later, he finds himself guiding a lost hiker who insists that the blue tape and bells—long dismantled—led her to him. But the deeper they go, the more reality twists, the more the rules of survival turn against them, and the more it becomes clear that Lady Bluebell was never just a story. A chilling tale of isolation, folklore, and the cost of seeking what should remain forgotten.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Drowned Chorus</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Feb 2025 17:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Eleanor Voss thought a quiet retreat to the coastal town of Blackridge would be the perfect place to reignite her singing career. But when she begins to hear a haunting melody beneath her own voice, she is pulled into a dark and ancient legacy tied to the ocean. As she becomes increasingly consumed by the song and the strange power it holds over her, Eleanor must confront the truth about her past and her family's connection to the water. A chilling tale of transformation, obsession, and the price of silence, this story will make you question what lies beneath the surface—and whether we can ever escape the pull of the things that call to us.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mr. Holloway Won&#8217;t Stop Digging</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Feb 2025 17:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When David and Lisa move into their new home, they are drawn to their mysterious neighbor, Mr. Holloway, whose odd nighttime behavior and perfectly dug holes soon become impossible to ignore. But when their dog goes missing, the couple's curiosity leads them to uncover a terrifying secret buried beneath Holloway’s house. As they delve deeper into the mystery, they realize that some things are better left undisturbed. A chilling tale of supernatural horror, Mr. Holloway Won’t Stop Digging explores the dark forces hiding just beneath the surface of everyday life.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Night I Met the Dogman</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jan 2025 17:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Raised on tales of the Michigan Dogman, a lifelong hunter dismisses the stories as mere folklore—until one fateful winter night in the remote woods. What begins as a peaceful morning hunt turns into a terrifying confrontation with a creature beyond understanding. As the familiar forest becomes a landscape of fear, he must rely on every ounce of his skill and instinct to face a predator straight out of legend. A gripping exploration of survival and the unseen dangers that lurk in the wild, this story will make you question what’s watching in the darkness.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>The Clouds Came Calling</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Oct 2024 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Nick sat in the cockpit of the small Cessna, his fingers curling around the yoke as the plane vibrated with the steady hum of the engine. It was his seventh lesson with Colton, and despite the growing familiarity with the controls, his pulse...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Before the Zero</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2022 17:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It is the smell that Dachery notices first. A sour odor, not quite spoiled but somewhat acidic, wafts through the air. It joins the thick artificial popcorn butter and the sucrose of cotton candy to make a nauseating maelstrom of humidity that permeates through the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Trees Won’t Let Me Leave</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Feb 2022 17:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Let’s go hiking!” she said. “It’ll be fun, babe!” she said. Yeah…yeah, it’s definitely real fuckin’ fun right now… I’m sorry, I gotta…gotta stay calm, right? Okay… okay, let me start again.  It was around 10:00 this morning when Selena woke me up with a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Forest</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2022 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I spent my childhood in a small town.  Long, winding single-lane roads with speed limits that topped out at seventy miles per hour were common.  Modest-sized houses on large lots dotted the landscape, innumerable trees providing privacy and anonymity.  One of those houses was mine. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Detective and the Hangman</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Dec 2021 17:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“With how many things are we on the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries?” – Mary Shelley, Frankenstein Detective John McCarthy stood in the ankle-deep snow. Blowing hot air into his cupped hands while examining the scene. Christ....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Connor (A Beowolf Story)</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2021 17:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[His name was Connor. Dustin Connor, but he never went by that name. Some called him Con or Connor. I called him Mr. Connor. Mr. Connor was the bravest and most imposing man that I and many have ever known. He stood well over six...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Beyond the Pale</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My grandfather would tell me stories when I was young about the time before when the world was large and the mists had yet to come. He would tell me about animals that were larger than humans and buildings that stretched into the sky. There...]]></description>
		
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		<title>To Build a Fire</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2021 06:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Day had broken cold and grey, exceedingly cold and grey, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a dim and little-traveled trail led eastward through the fat spruce timberland. It was a steep bank, and he...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Colony Collapse Disorder</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2020 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The air filled with smoke, but to Texan farmer Don Murphy, it was all part of his daily routine. Unlike most men, Don lived for his workdays. Even at fifty-seven he never grew tired of the fragrant fog of burning wood, the vast blue skies,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Grey Man at Lost Lake</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2020 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was growing up my family had issues with trespassers. Not something you expect to deal with when your home sits along the shores of a secluded lake hidden deep within the woods. Even more surprising when your neighbors are all members of your...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Children&#8217;s Games</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2020 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“How much longer till we reach the campsite?” Archer pursed his lips as he thought. “I dunno, maybe another hour, maybe two&#8230;” He immediately stopped the joke when he saw how all three of his companions, including me, were giving him the evil eye. “I’m...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Twigs</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2020 16:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was twelve years old when I went on my first hunting trip. It took a lot of brown-nosing and a lot of help from my grandfather, but eventually my father caved and allowed me to go. I was ecstatic. Every fall, my dad and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Was Hunted by Killer Bees</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2020 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The invasion began in 1985, or so we were told. The headlines immediately caught our attention, “Killer Bees Found on Southern Border!” These were the type of things that sparked the imagination of every child. It filled our heads with images of terrifying attacks and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wolves</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2020 16:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I think there’s three of them still out there — three wolves. Aside from the one I killed, I’ve only seen two at any given time, but they’re distinct enough for me to tell them apart — there are three of them. We’ve been trapped...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bayou</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2020 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Clem. I grew up in a little town in south Louisiana called Chickapin, about an hour west of New Orleans and right on the edge of the deep bayou. There were channels everywhere, and you could make it from my backyard all...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Nearus</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2020 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Most children say they want to run away from home but few ever do it. My brother Joey was definitely in the latter category, using the excuse of freedom and independence to constantly break our parents’ rules. He was a dreamer, an adventurer, someone that...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Childhood Memories</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2020 22:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I opened the back door to my house, without bothering to put shoes on, and walked towards the line of trees that stood at the entrance to the forest. It was summer and the warm breeze carried with it the smell of nature, thick and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>White Out</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2020 16:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Outside the wind shrieked against the window pane, the news had said that there was a blizzard headed her way. Stacey had been rushing around the house since 5 pm trying to get her bags packed. She was hoping to hit the road by seven...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Solitude</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2020 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Edward Harker waited in his office until the financial management firm of Harker, Parks &#38; Associates was empty, and then took the elevator to the parking garage beneath the Manhattan skyscraper. He found his Lincoln Navigator and started it up for the first time in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Camper Appreciation</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2020 16:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Come on, Jim, you know it’s going to suck.” I didn’t nod, though I wanted to.  Mark was right, as usual.  Most of camp had sucked, to be honest. Tom, on the other hand, tried once more to be the voice of reason, even as...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It Wasn&#8217;t a Reindeer</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Dec 2019 17:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Christ,” I muttered to myself, as the first flakes of snow started to fall.  They gathered in fuzzy clumps over the windshield before my wipers cleared them away.  I’d been waiting for fifteen — no, twenty minutes now — in my sister’s driveway.  Had I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hallowed Ground</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Oct 2019 16:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than a cemetery in the Fall, though I love cemeteries no matter the season. There’s normally an abundance of majestically tall trees, more than you typically find in a public park, but not so many that they obstruct...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Big One</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2018 06:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The competitors of the thirtieth annual “Super fish” tournament sponsored by the Angler Warehouse could not have asked for a better day; seventy-five degrees and not a cloud in the sky.  The competition was open to just about every type of fish that Lake Michigan...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Turn It Off</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2016 05:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I rested my arms behind my head, skim-reading the credits of a movie I’d just watched. After seeing them through about halfway, I lifted myself from the sofa and walked to the kitchen, stretching my arms out above me. I opened the fridge door and...]]></description>
		
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