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		<title>The Halloween Contest</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2025 18:05:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was eleven a.m. when Carl finally rolled off the couch and onto the floor, abruptly waking him. &#8220;Dang it Trevor. Try that again.&#8221; he shouted as he jumped up with his fists up and ready for a fight. He and his brother, Trevor had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Whistle</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2025 18:02:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ma was a simple woman and I don’t think she would’ve minded the plain wooden cross we put up on her grave a year ago. It was just a two-by-four that we had laying around that we split and nailed back together to make the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2025 17:58:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#60; We should stand together in solidarity, in this brave, new world. &#62; The small cassette player cracked, but the voice speaking sounded polished and highly educated. It was a stark contrast to the surroundings where it momentarily resided. Winds swirled through a landscape of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Vampires in Heaven</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2025 17:55:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Hot Damn!” John said looking out of my second floor window, eyeing my next door neighbor. My mother and I had recently moved here about six months ago. John and I were in the same high school Senior class and quickly became best friends. We...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Desperate Measures</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2025 17:51:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I shouldn&#8217;t be posting this here. I shouldn&#8217;t be saying anything about this case, or any of my cases. But I&#8217;ve been told the people in this area of the internet understand things&#8230;most people don&#8217;t. Things most people don&#8217;t want to admit could be- well,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Failure to Comply</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2025 17:08:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I breathed a sigh of relief once the phone was back in its holster. I got the job. Not just any job, but one of the most sought after positions within an hours drive. I was the newest team member at Colwell Industries, a company...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Halfmoon</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2025 17:01:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Brett Barbour sees the package placed next to his front door as he pulls his Bronco up to the house. He feels the kind of tingling excitement that’s always felt when such packages arrive. It’s not quite the same feeling as receiving presents on Christmas...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Precious Memories</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2025 17:01:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a grieving husband sets out to reunite with his wife for a simple weekend getaway, a violent storm forces him down a road he’ll never escape. Drawn to an antique shop called Precious Memories, he discovers that every relic inside holds more than dust and history—it holds a soul. Trapped in a labyrinth of living memories and vengeful spirits, he must face the darkest parts of his past to find his wife before the store itself consumes them both. But in a place where memories are currency and love is the cost, some things are better left forgotten.]]></description>
		
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