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		<title>Man Made From Mist</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Dec 2024 17:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Haunted by the events of his childhood in a remote Siberian village, Yaroslav Teuter has devoted his life to understanding and eradicating the force that destroyed his family. But his pursuit of revenge leads him into a world where science and folklore blur, and the line between hunter and hunted begins to dissolve. As Yaroslav delves deeper into the mysteries of the "Man Made from Mist," he must confront the nature of fear, humanity, and the cost of his obsession. A gripping exploration of trauma and existential dread, this story will stay with you long after the mist has cleared.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Minotaur of Stag Creek</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Dec 2024 17:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Officers Hank Lewes and Jay Bradshaw are dispatched to the ominous Stag Creek Forest, where a string of disappearances has left the community on edge. What starts as a routine investigation quickly unravels into a nightmarish journey through suffocating darkness, eerie sounds, and unsettling discoveries. As the forest reveals its secrets, the officers find themselves face-to-face with a terror beyond comprehension. A haunting exploration of survival, fear, and the unknown, this story will keep you riveted until the final page.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Horn of Plenty</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Nov 2024 17:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The air in the Andrews household was tense, rife with the particular brand of anxiety that crept in around the holidays, when expenses piled up and paychecks seemed to shrink. Jim Andrews sat at the head of the table, staring down at the stack of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Saw Hunger, and It Followed Me Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Oct 2024 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jared’s routine drive home takes a horrifying turn when he encounters something monstrous on a desolate backroad. What begins as a fleeting moment of terror spirals into an unrelenting nightmare, as a sinister force begins to invade his life, his home, and his mind. With every step he takes to protect himself, the terror grows closer, hungrier, and more impossible to understand. A chilling exploration of paranoia and survival, this story delves into what happens when evil refuses to stay in the shadows.]]></description>
		
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		<title>People Knob</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Oct 2024 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Peter first notices the cryptic graffiti—“People Knob” and a phone number—etched into a grimy bathroom wall, he dismisses it as another oddity of city life. But when the same phrase begins appearing everywhere he goes, curiosity gets the better of him. A single phone call plunges Peter into a chilling world of grotesque sounds, eerie coincidences, and unrelenting dread. As he tries to unravel the truth, he discovers that some mysteries are better left unanswered. A tense and unsettling exploration of obsession and the unknown, this story will make you think twice before dialing a number you don’t recognize.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Marred Mothers</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Oct 2024 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nestled beneath her favorite quilt, embroidered with flowers and hummingbirds, Madeline was stirred awake by something she couldn’t quite yet place. It was 2:37 am, and she should still be asleep, but yet here she was, staring up at the dozens of plastic translucent stars...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Mask for Every Mood</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Oct 2024 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“This thing is malfunctioning again!” shouted Eric, pounding the controls of the neurostimulator. Little by little, the youth’s limbic system lumbered into action, and the physiological markers of anger started to manifest themselves: increases in heart rate, arterial tension, and testosterone production. However, the silicone...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Informer</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Oct 2024 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was tough coming of age in West Belfast during the early 70s, that’s for sure.  I’m not making excuses for myself, but – like many in my generation – I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I grew up in a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The War Starters</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Oct 2024 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[They say the victors write history, but that’s just the outcome of one possible timeline. Sometimes in war, as in peace, some things are better remembered, lest history repeat itself.  Then again, in the far reaches of believability, some things are better left forgotten –...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ethan Hell</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Oct 2024 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 Ethan Hull’s eyes scanned the crowded emergency room of Forestview Medical Center, his mind already in overdrive despite the shift having only just begun. The ER was packed, as usual, with the unmistakable chaos of a Monday morning. Nurses and doctors darted between...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Erasure</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Oct 2024 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The final echoes of children’s laughter faded down the street, blending with the rustling of dry autumn leaves as Simon stood on his porch, surveying the quiet neighborhood. The air was crisp, the scent of dying leaves and faint smoke from distant bonfires...]]></description>
		
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		<title>For the Good of the People</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Oct 2024 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Think they’re gonna hear us c-c-c-coming?” “You’re the loudest of us all, Joe, dragging that bum leg of yours.” Joe tried to keep the volume down — it seemed deafening in the quiet night air -– but he continued to kick up gravel as he...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ombrophobia</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Oct 2024 16:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The storm arrived faster than anyone expected. Six-year-old Evelina McIntyre sat cross-legged on the carpet in her bedroom, a small, cozy space nestled on the lower level of her family’s home in Georgia. The room, with its pastel green walls and neatly arranged...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Nest</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Sep 2024 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[May 3rd It’s been months since I’ve written in this journal. I’ve been preoccupied with applying to medical schools, and now I’ve been accepted to the program of my first choice. I’ve gone on at length about this university and its merits, so I’ll restrain...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Nightmare Made Flesh</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Sep 2024 16:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Troy Davis, a stalwart of the mines for over three decades, lived a life shaped by the grit and grind of the subterranean world. However, one ominous morning, the very mines that defined his existence became a perilous trap. A reckless explosion had reverberated through...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Pongo</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Sep 2024 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I James Walker pulled up to the curb of their new duplex, letting out a slow exhale. The move to the town of Ridgewood had taken longer than expected, and the sun was already starting to dip below the horizon. This was supposed to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Tragedy at Lake Newell</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Sep 2024 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I remember everything about that day at Lake Newell. The way the sun gleamed off the water, the shouts of laughter echoing through the park, and the bright colors of picnic blankets sprawled across the grass. It was supposed to be a perfect...]]></description>
		
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		<title>They Feed at Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Sep 2024 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The soft glow of the bedside lamp bathed Terrance’s room in a warm, comforting light. The familiar scent of fresh laundry clung to the blankets as Abby tucked them around her son, smoothing the edges and making sure he was snug. It was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Catsup Massacre</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Sep 2024 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was the sort of bizarre incident that would forever haunt a small town such as ours. The Catsup Massacre, we called it, though it wasn’t exactly a massacre in the traditional sense. No one could quite agree on how or when it had happened,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Miss You, Daddy</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Sep 2024 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I can’t explain it, but he’s been here the whole time. No one believed me; my wife thought I was insane, but he’s been here the whole time. My son, Dale, was five when he went missing. We were at the park by our flat...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Body in the Lake</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Sep 2024 16:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The winter winds howled through the trees surrounding Whispering Pines, a small, isolated town known more for its exceptional cold than for anything that would draw outsiders. The town was built on the edge of a large, deep body of water that locals called Blackwater...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Winnie</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2024 16:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The night was heavy with silence as Amy pulled into the driveway of her small, single-story ranch home. The glow of the streetlights barely reached the edges of her property, leaving the surrounding trees shrouded in darkness. After another grueling twelve-hour shift at the hospital,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wishing Well</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[The sun was setting, casting long shadows through the trees on Harold’s rural property. It was an evening like any other, the kind Harold had grown accustomed to since his wife, Henrietta, passed away twelve years ago. These walks had become a routine, a way...]]></description>
		
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