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		<title>Fourth Wall</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jan 2025 17:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Act I: The Conflict Theater 201 — School of the Art Institute of Chicago —Professor Robert Wellers “Class—listen up, please. Who would be the first to show me you’ve actually done your reading assignment and tell me what the ‘4th wall’ means in stage terminology?”...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Inkist</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Sep 2024 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 Timmy stood close to the shiny champagne-colored box, his hands trembling as they cautiously gripped the smooth rounded edge. His eyes wide-open with shock, his lips clamped tightly, fighting every urge he could muster to keep from squealing out in horror. He knew what...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Halloween Funeral</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2023 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part One In some strange kind of way, I suppose it was appropriate that Nicholas passed so near Halloween. He loved the dressing up and scaring friends, going to spook houses nightly for the week ahead and then staying out all night the night of....]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Rapacious Appetite</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2023 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part One It was early on in my childhood that I understood what the definition of gluttony was. Or at the very least a hungry dose of greed. My family was engulfed in such. My grandma always said there wasn’t much difference ‘tween the two...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Red Balloons</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 May 2023 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 A loud thud exploded in front of me. The precise spot which seconds earlier would have landed my body had it not been for the fate from the faint whine in the sky forcing me to halt in my tracks and look up. I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sophie and the Monarch</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2023 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mary Wyles My name is Richard William Kinnley. I’m seventeen years old. Other than that, I ain’t got nothin’ to say til my daddy and lawyer get here. ***** I gaze down the old farm road which stretches for miles in front of me. The...]]></description>
		
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		<title> Garden of Statues</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Mar 2023 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 She stared at the detail of the concrete work. Reaching out, her fingers lightly touched the surface and found it to be very smooth. Every imperfection of the model’s body was detailed as if the sculptor knew her intimately. From the dimple in her...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Under the Bed</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Mar 2023 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 My mom told me about Dad’s quirky habit of sleeping under the bed when he was young. My dad was a tough cookie, so hearing such a thing about him made it hard to believe. I guess his father had been in the Navy....]]></description>
		
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		<title>All My Exes</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Aug 2022 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 Shad Hankins pushed the tavern’s shutters open, and stepped through, leaving them swinging behind, as he stopped just inside. His dirty off-white canvas riding coat hung nearly to the floor, dripping rainwater from the cold wet storm he’d been riding in. While his eyes...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Day the Devil Stole a Soul</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Jul 2022 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 “Dump the fuckin’ tiles out on the table, boy.” Billy John Cader said gruffly to his son of only fourteen years old who sat shaking in the chair with fear. Billy Jay had just celebrated, if that’s what it could be called, his birthday...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Croaked</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jul 2022 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 Olive woke up suddenly from her usual restless sleep. At nearly 65, she was now accustomed to never sleeping very soundly. After all, she knew they were out there—all slimy with stinking skin drowning in their own warts. Warts that would easily pass on...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The 8-Ball</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2022 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 The Gift On my eighth birthday, in 1968, I got an odd birthday gift. I was certain everything it represented was true, and I was quick to ask it questions as I awaited the triangular answer to appear in its purplish-blue form underneath...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Something Made My Brother Different</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2022 16:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 I pulled up my shirt to study my back in the mirror. It stung. I couldn’t believe Wade could do this to me. If I’d held questions if this was only a game or real—I now knew as the pain and fear ripped...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Pipe Bridge</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2022 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 The thumping inside my chest pounded in a rapid cadence, not skipping a beat. I swear it felt harder and deeper with every slide of my knee drug across the rough and aging concrete encasement. Both sides of the ledge were separated by...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Symbiosis</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Apr 2022 05:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Prologue Joie slowly opened her eyes, tingles of numbing sensations prickled throughout her body. Not being able to focus on any one thought, she attempted to squint through the foggy blurred vision at what she could make out. The color green was predominant along with...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Cadaver Transporter</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Apr 2022 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ghost from the Past “You know Jake&#8230;,” there was a brief pause, “&#8230;that is your name, isn’t it? Michael didn’t do it&#8230;he didn’t kill me,” a female voice spoke softly but with a hoarse tone. A voice that barely broke the sound of the hum...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Eyes From Above</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2022 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 Two Hundred- and Forty-Three-Miles Above Earth Ivan Babichev sat quietly staring through the portal, his blue eyes fixed on the distant planet he called home—Earth. His communication laptop sat blinking on the small desk next to his liquid-lock drinking cup of what I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Never Cage a Magpie</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2022 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part 1 A single white rose quietly fell from her slim young fingers. I looked down and saw it had landed on the dark walnut top of the casket. The beautiful wooden box somehow seemed out of place in the cold contoured hole in the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Last Train to Clarksville</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Mar 2022 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. There is no way in hell that you are going to forgive that lying, cheating bastard ever again. He can’t be trusted anymore, and you know it. You know his lies about working late nights. The smell...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Conversing With My Reflection</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2022 17:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 I pulled the door open and stepped inside Dutch’s Tavern, it seemed familiar, but I paused at the entry until carefully glancing over the bar’s interior. My eyes scoured the inside from the left side of the door completely around to the right...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Tire Swing</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Jan 2022 17:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 I grew up being a bit of an explorer at heart. It hadn’t exactly come naturally, but instead through my family’s forced moves from army base to army base. I turned ten this year and I was on at least my eighth adventure...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Illusionist</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2022 17:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Act The large metal plate was secured with long threaded bolts into the enclosure. These were applied and tightened down by two skimpily clad, dark-haired assistants, or vassals as they were called, and appeared to also be identical twins. The cage looked to be...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Drowning Pond</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2022 17:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter One Tanner Lee Palper, or Tilper as people had called him even before he could remember, sat on the old rustic bench he’d put by the pond years ago. His pole sat leaning against the limb that jutted towards him from the water. It...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Thanksgiving From Hell</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2021 17:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1: Man’s Best Friend The sound of Duane’s Dodge diesel pounded a steady thump with a deep cadence as it idled up the dirt drive to the barn. The sun was setting but it still hung just above the ridge that rose above their...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Welcome to Helltown</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2021 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1: Blake and Dani’s Dark Tourism Welcome to Helltown, Ohio. The dripping letters and numbers appeared to have been spray-painted over the original town’s name and stats. Population: 3,000,000+ Elevation: -6666. A nice place to visit. A better place to live. I laughed out...]]></description>
		
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		<title>There’s No Such Thing</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Oct 2021 16:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 She sat in the window seat of the Allegiant direct flight from Springfield, Missouri to Tampa, Florida. Cruising at 42,000 feet above the earth, Elsie was dressed to kill, wearing a crimson red halter top and black yoga shorts so tight they appeared...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Old Dead Tree</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2021 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 Vernon Hasker sat on the porch swing which had hung on the front porch of his old and now decaying farmhouse for many years. He’d spent many an evening looking at the tree that had started as a small volunteer sapling all those...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Firefly Wars</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2021 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 Tommy ruled. He was the commanding pilot you could count on when the shit went down. And believe me, it was always going down lately. We’d had more skirmishes in the last week and suffered more losses than I can remember. The weekends...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Clyde’s World</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2021 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1: Clyde and Rachel “Clyde, won’t you please come to bed with me—it’s late, honey.” My eyes ached from the strain of staring into the screen for hour after hour. The screen though—is my vehicle. My vehicle to the world I’d been creating and...]]></description>
		
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