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		<title>By the Light of the Firefly</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2026 21:13:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was a boy, I lived with my mother in an old house in Georgia. It was small, and most parts of it were fairly worn, but the asking price was low, and we needed a home. It wasn’t all bad, though. The place...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Tale of Robert Elm</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2026 17:38:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The lights of the Seattle skyline suddenly ignite as the city comes alive with the sounds and sights of night. In a run-down bar a lone man sits beneath the hum of a florescent overhead light as he holds his whiskey in shaky hands. The...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Surjawobi</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2026 01:22:20 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Cosmic Horror and Lovecraftian Stories]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I set these words down in no expectation that they will avail me, nor even with the confidence that they may serve as a warning to any soul unfortunate enough to encounter them. There are accounts which men write to clarify memory, and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Delivery Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2026 01:15:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I own a pizza place. People hear that and picture something cozy. Brick oven. Family recipes. A guy in a clean apron tossing dough in the air while Sinatra plays in the background. What I actually own is a small-town grease trap with a sign...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Warjofrex Are Coming</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2026 13:34:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Christopher Ingram came out of the grocery store with two paper bags in his arms and found a sheet of paper tucked under the wiper blade of his car. At first he thought it was an ad for roofing or gutter work. Then he looked...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Interdimensional Noodles</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2026 22:43:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Lyndsay found her mother Tina in the kitchen and said she had found noodles from another dimension in the basement. She said it plainly, with no sign that she thought anything about it was strange. She was holding a plastic horse in one hand and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Demon in the Dark</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2026 22:10:43 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Flash Fiction]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[Vicky and Kevin Chandler woke to a crash from down the hall, followed by the sharp clang of toy cymbals and a heavy thump that shook the wall. A second later, their son started screaming. By the time they reached Owen’s room, he had backed...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Damneus and the Cave of the Blinded Ones</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2026 19:18:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 “The Tunnel to Hell” The mountain groaned and geysers of fire burst from its sides. Clouds of sulphur whirled around its peak like bird murmurations and the sky churned over in red spasms all around. At the base of Dragon’s Back Mountain, Royce...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bus Stop</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2026 17:10:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Kellen Mitchell’s car died on a stretch of county road with no houses, no traffic, and no reason for the engine to fail. One moment, the dash was lit; the next, everything went black, and the wipers stopped in mid-swipe. Rain hammered the windshield. When...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Tinted Leslie</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2026 20:27:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Margaret Dean started at the school on a Tuesday. She was quiet, neat, and pale in a way Ms. Clemens noticed right away, though not enough to mean anything. New children came in nervous all the time. Some cried. Some clung to their parents. Margaret...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Big Jim Morgan’s Thrills and Chills</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2026 22:55:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Drac’s head had been bashed to such an extent that he was barely recognizable. He was Zack’s firstborn and the one he adored more than any of his other children. He’d just turned ten when his mutilated body was discovered lying on the floor of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cold Town</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2026 21:44:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[She stopped as her legs ached from hours of walking. She had come far. Very far. The day and night seemed to intertwine, never being distinct, if there could be said to be a circadian movement in the subtly shifting gray above at all. There...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mortuary in Memphis</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2026 19:45:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The following is a collection of letters and documents found by my family, all addressed to my great-great-great-grandfather. None are dated, nor are any properly signed. It can be assumed that they were written by someone after his time at the University of Memphis, due...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Contract at the Lake House</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2026 19:07:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Babe, Travis from WeNet’s on the phone,” Abby said, opening the bathroom door and letting cool air into the hot steamy bathroom. “Shit, okay.” In the shower, I’d been scrubbing the bottoms of my feet with a facecloth lathered in off-brand body wash. “Hang on.”...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Let Go</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2026 17:58:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Hayley has new highlights in her hair. A subtle caramel that I don’t notice until she stands—elegant, low-key, conceivably not too expensive. Mom would have liked it. And probably told me that I should get mine done, too. “Just the large matcha latte, Marin?” she...]]></description>
		
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		<title>All Hands Are Red</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2026 17:19:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“What’s a five-letter word for ‘type of bread’?” the old man said, looking up from his crossword and nudging his wife, who was trying to read. “Uh,” she thought, “&#8217;toast&#8217;.” “Toast…toast? That’s not a type of bread, that’s&#8230; that’s… What do you call it? I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Limb</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2026 17:07:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Crickets — about what I expected from Em, but tonight, they were literal, and all around us. Finally, though, she spoke up: “How am I supposed to see him if he’s in it?” she asked, pressing that tiny, wrinkled face of hers into the binoculars and gritting...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Tender Shepherd</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2026 20:27:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Subject Two One Eight “Write. Anything you can remember. Anything that comes to mind.” I remember looking up from the thick orange gloves covering my hands. Staring into the dark eye holes of his mask. But in truth, when he slid the pen across the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Jim is a Clone, The Real Jim is Dead</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2026 02:43:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[For the sake of what’s left of my life, let’s call me John. I worked on the production staff of one of the largest film awards programs in the United States. I won’t name it and don’t need to. If you watched television last night, you...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Scream</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2026 17:11:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve been planning this project for three years. A syndicate of investors have already provided the $200,000 in capital I needed. Why? Because I promised them a 250% return on their money. Suckers. You see, I know where I can get my hands on one...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Ersatz Cat</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2026 21:29:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The method goes as follows: Prepare the corpse by repairing whatever fatal injury led to the subject’s demise. Keep the body stored in a dry environment with a temperature ranging from 36.12–37.8 °C. Restrain the subject as necessary for the act of resuscitation. Isolate the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Under a Rotting Sky</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2026 21:24:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Garbage. Forever will my name be carved into my head. I haunt a world of filth, piss and blood beneath a rotting sky. Every morning I rise from the putrid depths of the bay, my spectral carcass filled with foul seawater, and,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>One Bountiful Halloween</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2026 21:13:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I leaned back, appreciating the handiwork of the birdhouse I had quite literally placed the last nail into. My eyes, squinting into the late October glow of an orange-yellow sunset, followed the horizon to the apple tree planted directly out front of my farmhouse. I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sockie</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2026 21:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[April 4th, 1991 was when I learned that listening too well can hurt you. Sometimes they forgot I was there. I learned not to remind them. Our house looked normal from the street. Small yard. Cracked driveway. A tree that dropped its leaves early every...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Winds of Mars are Howling</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2026 18:01:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Approximately 334 days ago according to the Martian Calendar, NASA began to use the *Perseverance* Rover for research of the Red Planet. Thanks to the Rover, we have learned more about our distant neighbor this year than ever before.  But not all of it is...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Unfinished Sea</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2026 19:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I For twelve years, I have made my living translating darkness into geometry. That sounds grander than it is. Most days, it means staring at sonar returns until my eyes burn, then staring some more, coaxing meaning from noise while the rest of the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Girl in the Picture</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2026 01:41:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Genesis For awhile now, this picture has been floating around on the internet. You’ve probably seen it by now. The photo is a simple black and white, grainy still of a young girl in the woods. The girl has a dark shadow over her face...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Why I Became an Atheist</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2026 01:18:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Atheists get something of a bad rap. When a religious person hears the word, it often fills them with a sense of dread or anger. Personally, I believe this is because the possibility that the god they have dedicated their lives to being fake fills...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Undo</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2026 17:45:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Irving Gibson first met me, he was on top of the world. His story was an interesting one, too. One of many I’ve found memorable, sure, but everyone is unique. Backgrounds, behaviors, choices and excuses—maybe I get overly invested in people, but I can’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Skinned Tara</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 19:06:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Looking from within the woods, I could see my ex-wife’s Camaro parked outside of what used to be our house. I could also see the truck belonging to my former neighbor, Trey. The signatures on our dissolution paperwork were not even dry yet, but at...]]></description>
		
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		<title>So Much for My Complexion</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 04:46:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Just a little over a week ago, I was awoken at seven in the morning by a startling phone call from my mother. She informed me that her sister had just passed away in the hospital. For three years my aunt was battling leukemia to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Building a Better Cat</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 04:08:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m a veteran detective working in a mid-size city, retirement age but not ready to rest yet. Among all of the standard assignments I’ve covered, I’ve seen my share of strange cases, only a few of which have made me struggle when it came to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Doorless Room in My Old House</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 03:46:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the summer of 2025, a large house just outside of a small town in northern New Hampshire went on the market. I’d been watching and waiting for years, because it was where I grew up. I was even born there, after my mother suddenly...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Shadow Mirror</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 03:07:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“It’s just a mirror”, that phrase echoed in Elisa Smith’s mind every time her gaze fell on the blackened glass hanging in the long hallway of her grandparents’ house. The mirror was nearly her height, its opaque surface barely reflecting the outlines of the room,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Soap Scum</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 03:06:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Six. Seventeen. Nineteen. Forty-five. Twelve. And…Twenty-three,” he finished, the last of the lotto numbers rolling off his tongue, which was suspiciously dry considering the speckles of spit that now clung to the sneeze guard separating him and the attendant. He cleared his throat before wetting his...]]></description>
		
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		<title>VitaXchange</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 02:31:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In Milan, under the relentless sun of a summer that seemed intent on sealing the city in an endless embrace of heat, a website appeared almost by chance in the dark labyrinth of the deep web, a digital recess that very few dared to enter....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Plucking</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 02:28:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The following anonymous tip was deposited into the mailbox of the Lincoln Police Station in Lincoln, Nebraska. * * * * * * The ice cream place on the corner of N 48th Street and Vine is a front for human trafficking. It used to be...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Abyss Watch</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2026 02:57:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I When I applied to Skybound Jump Arena, I thought my biggest problems would be screaming toddlers, the occasional vomit in the foam pit, and maybe the off chance I’d have to tell someone twice my size to stop having fun. I was wrong....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Cat Wall</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2026 02:37:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Bob came to the vague realization that something had gone wrong the moment he opened his eyes and found himself standing in an infinite white void. There was no light source, yet he could see. No walls, yet he could feel the space...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A New Kind of Year</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2026 14:47:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[To the writers of Retlaw and Drummond’s Almanac, I’d like to thank you for the vestige. Your county map, in its textured patchwork of onion yellow and copper goner green, was among the last to list my fair town by name. Of course, I understand...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Signs of Solipsism</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2026 18:11:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I inherited this house only three months ago and it haunts me. I’ve walked its slim hallways and dark rooms, checking again and again if the doors are locked, the windows closed tightly, and the drapes drawn. No light and no peering eye may pierce...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Damneus and the Jinns of Shadow Valley</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2026 19:16:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Born from smokeless fire, they straddle the line between seen and unseen, good and evil. They move betwixt those spaces between life and death. They may choose to help or destroy on a whim. Beware in the shadow valley, the cursed Jinn. Chapter 1 “A...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Charles Bonnet Syndrome</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2025 01:55:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I suffer from a condition called Charles Bonnet Syndrome, or Visual Release Hallucinations if you want to get more technical. It’s a condition that’s far more common than you might realise — it’s estimated that as many as half of people with gradual loss of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Unifying Theory</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2025 21:07:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[ONE Unlike most psychiatrists, Fiszman didn’t have a sofa or a chaise longue in his office. Nor did he have a bookshelf. Nor were there any sharp objects on his desk like pens or paperclips. He didn’t wear a tie, either, or shoelaces. In fact,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Strange Gunshots of Logan County</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2025 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This autumn, a couple of work friends are going deer hunting. It’s been the talk of the office for two months straight. It became the conversational watering hole, and everyone who doesn’t take part is left to dry out in the sun. Hell, even Vicky,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Overgrowth</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2025 17:22:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I fear the hulking giant that waits just outside my home. I&#8217;m too afraid to even look up at him in his full size. He stands two, maybe three stories tall, silently watching me, his silhouette a pitch-black void against the starry night sky. At...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Djinn in the Horse Head</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2025 17:19:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I can’t explain why I was drawn to that thing in the antique store; I just knew I had to have it. By outward appearances, there was nothing remarkable about the horsehead bookend &#8211; smoothly carved from black stone, expression unreadably bland. The weirdest thing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Brooding Star</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2025 16:14:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I “Who is he?” my son inquired, pointing to the tall figure drawn upon the dusty, nearly crumbling page. As a reproduction of a reproduction of a reproduction, the history book could have easily been mistaken for the mad scribblings of troglodytes in their...]]></description>
		
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		<title>How I Met Milou</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2025 16:32:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was born a burden. My parents said it jokingly, but I could tell it’d always been on their mind. Even as an infant, I had bronchiolitis, hypersensitive skin, and several infections. My mother used to say that I was made as if God was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Frog Lake</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2025 16:24:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I used to do small scale construction work with a private firm out in rural Minnesota. Mostly private jobs. Someone needs a new deck or wants to build a guest house on the edge of their property. This isn’t really the “I want a custom...]]></description>
		
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		<title>When We Met the Foursacrowd</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2025 16:23:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I never thought we’d be in danger. That was never a real, conscious thought. After all our adventures to ghost houses, séances, or abandoned asylums, none of us had never actually run into something dangerous. But a couple of years ago, that changed. It was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Daughter’s Imaginary Friend Knows Things He Shouldn’t Know</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2025 06:39:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Lily told me about her friend on a Tuesday. I was making dinner. Pasta with jarred sauce, the kind of meal you make when you’ve worked a double and your feet hurt and your daughter has been at aftercare for nine hours because that’s what...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Broken Toys</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2025 18:19:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I walked as quietly as I could down the corridor. Each traitorous step sounding as thunderous as my heart beat. The blood on my hands—once hot like the silent tears running down my face—was now cold. “Children,” a croaking voice said from the darkness. “Are...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Portal</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2025 05:56:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dane McBride stared at the glow of his monitor, the tab count creeping upward in a scatter of job searches, overdue bill reminders, and half-finished troubleshooting logs. Midnight had passed an hour ago, but his clients expected things fixed before sunrise, and the invoices he’d...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Something Keeps Removing the Star From My Christmas Tree</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2025 00:42:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m typing this from a hospital bed with one good hand and bandages across my face, the injuries still too raw for me to look at without spiraling. The staff here thinks I had an accident. They keep using that word. Accident. As if I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>We Made the Past Our Playground</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2025 00:29:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I last saw my girlfriend around seventeen years ago. Although for me, it was last week. I know that doesn&#8217;t make much sense. I&#8217;m not even sure why I&#8217;m writing this. It&#8217;s not like anybody will believe it. And even if they did, the truth...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Late Night Ice Cream</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2025 18:53:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I grew up in a small town just outside of Charlotte, North Carolina.  Technically, it was in South Carolina, but still a part of the metropolitan area.  We were close enough to the city to enjoy some of the city amenities, but far enough away...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Echo in the Crawlspace</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2025 20:21:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Robert Yoder never liked the crawlspace. It sat in the far corner of the basement, wedged beneath an old set of wooden stairs that led to the backyard storm door. The house was built in the late sixties, and the crawlspace—according to his...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blood of the Borrowed</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2025 20:17:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The night the boys broke into the Sanctuary, the Covenant bells had barely stopped ringing. Sherman Cantrell sat through the last of the evening prayers with his head bowed and his chest aching, listening to Elder Lamont Havel drone through the closing litany....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Taxidermist’s Children</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2025 04:07:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Sara didn’t realize how much of the town was gone until she hit Main Street and found more plywood than glass. The old diner was a vape shop now. The hardware store her mother used to drag her through on Saturdays stood empty,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Pit</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2025 04:06:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Dana Quill first heard the name in a voicemail that cut out halfway through. “The Pit,” the caller said, his voice low and ragged. “They’re not doing cage fights down there. They’re… growing things. If you want a story, this is it. But...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Second Skin</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2025 04:04:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Mindy Ayers noticed the new girl’s reflection before she noticed her. The conference room’s wall of glass caught everyone at the table in unflattering profile, except for the woman near the head. On the far right pane, Mindy’s own reflection blurred where the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bouquet</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2025 04:02:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Shawna Coleman rode home from her own wedding with the bouquet in her lap like contraband. The car’s interior still smelled faintly of hair spray and champagne. A few stray grains of rice clung to the fabric of her dress. Drew drove one-handed,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Debt of the Drowned</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2025 22:53:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Dr. Meredith Rowan preferred to schedule new patients at the start of the week, when her mind felt the cleanest. Mondays had a crispness to them, a sense that the slate had been rinsed overnight. By Thursday, the edges often blurred. Trauma work...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Forgetting Field</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2025 22:47:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Stephen Hampton didn’t expect to find himself back in uniform, even part-time, but his phone began vibrating on the kitchen counter just after six in the morning. He recognized the number—Patricia Simmons rarely called him outside of holidays or bad news—and answered before...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Keeper of Maple Hollow</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2025 22:22:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Annette Grayson liked the part of the day when everything finally went quiet. The last of her third graders had been collected, the last forgotten lunchbox reclaimed. She’d stacked math workbooks, wiped stray marker streaks off desks, and turned off the humming fluorescence in her...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hollow Limits</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2025 21:55:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Christian Ward had driven into strange towns before, but Hollow Creek greeted him with a kind of quiet that suggested the place was thinking. The highway wound through the Appalachian foothills in a series of broad, predictable curves until the last stretch, where...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Man Who Wouldn’t Die</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2025 21:51:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Alden Richards watched Ambrose Massey through the cracked pane of the bar’s side window, the glass warped enough to twist the man’s head into a mild distortion. Neon from the sign outside bled over Ambrose’s hair as he sat in his usual place...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Another Small Burn</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2025 21:36:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Carlos became aware of the damp brick against his back, cold and rough through the thrift-store parka. He opened his eyes, grateful that the rain had stopped, but unsure how long he’d been out. No dreams, thankfully. It must not have been long; the last...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Found You</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2025 13:56:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nathan Rye was six years old the first time he heard the wall move. It was a Tuesday. He remembered that much, mostly because Tuesdays were spelling test days, and because his mother had said it out loud when she tucked him in. “Long day,...]]></description>
		
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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>Benefactor</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2025 19:21:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Brad Carter only wanted one thing: to save his daughter. When he finds a strange, warm egg deep in the woods, it feels like fate—an impossible discovery at the exact moment he’s drowning beneath medical bills and running out of time. What hatches inside his home defies explanation… and brings with it a miracle he never dared to hope for. Emily begins to get better. Others do, too. But miracles always have a cost. And as unexplained recoveries collapse into mysterious deaths, and as identical creatures surface across the world, Brad learns the truth too late: some hungers aren’t satisfied by gratitude… only by life itself. A chilling, slow-burn descent into desperation, denial, and global horror, Benefactor asks a terrifying question: What would you trade for a second chance—and what if something else gets to collect?]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Other Market</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2025 19:13:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I have a skull in the corner of my office. It sits on a shelf a little above my eye line. It watches me, and fills me with great dread. I acquired it at an open air bazaar in China. If you wish for a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Happy Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2025 04:16:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Samantha Barkley has spent years fighting to keep her home bakery—and her family—from collapsing under the weight of impossible expectations. When a vindictive client destroys her reputation overnight, Sam finds herself desperate, exhausted, and cracking under pressure. Then a stranger tells her about someone called the Happy Man, a figure who can make life’s problems “go away” with a single midnight ritual. Sam doesn’t believe it… until it works. But happiness comes with a price—and as her world fills with forced smiles, hollow laughter, and an impossible presence lingering in every reflection, Sam realizes she may have invited something into her home that she can no longer control. A chilling descent into burnout, guilt, and supernatural manipulation, “The Happy Man” asks one question: What would you trade to make your problems disappear—and what happens when they come back smiling?]]></description>
		
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		<title>Damneus and the Kingdom of the Flayed Ones</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2025 00:34:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[ In a faraway future, across limitless desert wastes, living in the ruins of the old world, lay the emaciated colonies of the new one. The feral lands of Zimitra. The land of forgotten knowledge. The land where the memories of the ancient world were lost...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Let Me In</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2025 14:06:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I  I work nights at our old middle school. It’s a small place—two floors, one gym, a cafeteria that still smells vaguely like canned green beans even when it’s spotless. Budget cuts mean the day crew leaves at five and I handle the late...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Light Beneath the Docks</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2025 09:11:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I  The tires hissed over gravel as Alexis Kidd turned off the county road and followed a winding lane that sloped toward the lake. The air cooled the deeper she went into the trees. A thin mist hung in the birches like gauze, and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Invitation Code</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2025 06:56:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was a time when I could still tell the difference between work and distraction. Now, they’re the same thing. Lines of code, endless and sterile, fill the hours I used to spend sleeping. The glow of my monitors paints the apartment in perpetual dusk....]]></description>
		
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		<title>I’ll See You in Hell</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2025 20:32:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I hated John Sweeney from my first breath. That might be a slight exaggeration, but not much of one. The feud began in my grandfather’s day–a dispute over an insult which escalated into a blood vendetta over the next two generations. So, I guess you...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Molt</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2025 19:56:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Looking for a new beginning, Cameron takes a high-paying job at a pharmaceutical plant with a lot of secrets—and even more red tape. But when his body begins changing in impossible ways, he suspects the work isn’t just dangerous—it’s transformational. As he peels back the layers of corporate deception, Cameron discovers the job isn’t about protecting life. It’s about rewriting it. A haunting descent into body horror and institutional betrayal, Molt explores what happens when the cure becomes the experiment.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Small Town</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2025 14:41:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My hometown of Mildensboro is shrinking. Cherie, my wife, was the first to call it. One night, on our back porch over a beer, she pointed toward the old water tower out past the treeline and remarked that it sure seemed closer than she remembered....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Kaleidoscope</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2025 16:47:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When art teacher Seth Kline moves into an old farmhouse with his five-year-old daughter, Lila, he hopes the light-filled windows will help them heal after his wife’s death. But as Lila begins to draw impossible patterns—colors that shouldn’t exist, shapes that shift when unseen—Seth realizes her imagination may be something far more dangerous. Through her eyes, the world is "remembering” itself, and the reflections in the glass aren’t reflections at all. As reality bends and time unravels, Seth faces a devastating truth: the dream of life itself may be ending—and his daughter might be the only one awake enough to see what’s coming through. A haunting and deeply human descent into grief, parenthood, and cosmic revelation, “Kaleidoscope” explores the thin, trembling line between remembrance and awakening—and what waits for us when the light finally remembers our names.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Devil&#8217;s Trick</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2025 23:34:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s a lotta darkness in this world. That’s a lowercase ‘d’ dark, mind ya. There’s also the capital ‘D’ kind, but that’s another kinda thing all together. Now, some people’ll tell ya that it’s the big Darkness that ya gotta watch out for, and in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Witness</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2025 22:53:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I don’t post here often, and when I do, it’s usually dumb stuff—neighbor drama, weird noises in the old building, that kind of thing. This one isn’t that. I’ve been sitting on it for a few days, trying to talk myself out of even typing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Melancholy</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2025 17:21:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In a world reduced to rubble, where the living cling to routine just to survive, Joseph Emerick finds that his greatest enemy isn’t the wasteland around him—but the darkness inside his own mind. Haunted by a voice that whispers from the shadows, Joseph struggles to hold on to what little remains of his sanity as memories of his past and the horrors of his exile blur together. When his only friend is assigned elsewhere, Joseph must face one final, lonely night—armed with a gun, a lantern, and a choice. Is the voice that calls to him real… or the last remnant of a mind consumed by despair?]]></description>
		
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		<title>Her Red Right Hand</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2025 11:48:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Farewell, happy fields, where Joy forever dwells! Hail, horrors, hail!” — John Milton, Paradise Lost Standing under the glow of a flickering streetlight, John Avery’s hands shook as he tried and failed to light the cigarette they held. With a mumbled curse, the stubborn smoke...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Sabbath</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2025 00:58:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The…the dark.  God, so dark. Can’t feel, can’t think, can’t… I’m floating in the black.  No, not floating.  There’s something under my feet.  My God, there’s nothing here but me.  Am I dying? Am I…dead? Can I move? I lift my hands in front of me. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hidden Horror Beneath Clearwater Lake</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2025 18:22:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A quiet lakeside retreat was supposed to be the perfect cure for burnout. When overworked insurance broker Kyle rents a secluded cabin at Clearwater Lake, he plans to spend the week recovering and finally finishing his novel. But when he discovers a strange artifact buried beneath his cabin—an object that hums, glows, and seems drawn to the water—Kyle unwittingly awakens something ancient that was never meant to see the light of day. As the calm of the lake gives way to slaughtered wildlife, ghostly lights, and a monstrous presence rising from the depths, Kyle must confront the terrible truth about what he’s released—and what it wants.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Maggots, Eyeballs and Other Halloween Treats</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2025 18:44:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a recently divorced man moves into a quiet new town, all he wants is peace, anonymity, and maybe a fresh start. But a mysterious invitation to a Halloween party at an abandoned warehouse promises the chance to meet people—and maybe forget his troubles for one night. What begins as a harmless throwback to childhood ghost stories soon turns macabre, as the party’s “game” of make-believe takes on a horrifyingly real edge. By the time the blindfolds come off, the line between party guest and accomplice has vanished. Maggots, Eyeballs and Other Halloween Treats is a chilling descent into guilt, denial, and the haunting consequences of curiosity gone too far.]]></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>Ghogoan</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2025 20:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When freelance designer Marshall Blake rents an old farmhouse outside Kubrick Creek, he expects peace, quiet, and time to rebuild his life. What he gets instead are sleepless nights, phantom words written in a stranger’s hand, and the growing sense that something buried beneath his floorboards is trying to reach him. Each new message draws him deeper into the mystery of the house’s previous tenant—a young woman who vanished without a trace. As Marshall uncovers the truth behind her disappearance, he realizes that some voices refuse to stay silent… and some graves refuse to stay closed.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Black Sky Incident</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2025 14:28:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The sky over the Pacific was clear that night—clear enough that the control tower at Haneda could see the last blinking lights of Flight 717 as it climbed to cruising altitude. A Boeing 747, call sign N734PA, bound for Los Angeles. 324 passengers,...]]></description>
		
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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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		<title>The Passenger</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2025 06:32:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A rideshare driver accepts a midnight request from a desolate roadside near a cemetery. His passenger is a man whose face remains hidden in shadow, yet whose presence feels strangely familiar. What begins as a simple ride turns into a nightmarish encounter with the uncanny, leading the driver toward a chilling revelation about his own fate. A taut and unsettling tale of reflection, inevitability, and the things we fear most when the road ahead disappears into darkness.]]></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>The Children in My House’s Walls</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2025 05:32:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The head in the wall was crusted and decayed, mummified in its plastic shroud, the withered face open-mouthed in a scream—or maybe the jaw had loosened as the muscles decayed. The plastic is what held in the smell, though I do vaguely remember...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Summer of ‘96</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2025 04:12:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I went camping recently at Lost Creek, on the edge of Riverside, Ohio. I hadn’t been there since that family was attacked a few summers ago. That hadn’t been the only time something strange had found its way to Riverside, or Lost Creek itself, for...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Flower for the Dead</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2025 19:40:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The sun hung low, painting the Sierra Nevada in gold and crimson. James Hawthorne guided his horse along the winding mountain trail. The air was crisp, redolent of pine and trail dirt. A nice enough day for the time being. Of course, these things can...]]></description>
		
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		<title>If You’re Reading This, I’m Hiding in the Woods</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2025 16:52:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Alright, so I know if I just jumped right into what I need to say, you’d think I was crazy, and just click off. My phone battery’s mostly full, so I have time to type out an explanation. Time&#8230;yeah. I have plenty of that. Hopefully,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Seven Doors Challenge</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2025 16:01:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name’s Ariana, and I wasn’t supposed to be the responsible one. That’s usually Mom’s job. But when my mother and father, Elaine and David, left for a week-long work trip, the responsibility of keeping an eye on my sixteen-year-old sister fell squarely on me....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Tomb of the Builders</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2025 14:54:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The prospect of discovering a shipwreck containing riches beyond our comprehension was what drew us to scuba diving in the first place. Needless to say, we were disappointed pretty quickly. The likelihood of discovering a wrecked ship is infinitesimal, let alone a wrecked ship containing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>This is Why Everyone’s Googling September 23rd</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2025 18:23:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I didn&#8217;t know why everyone was Googling September 23rd, but I do now. I wish I hadn’t found out. My name is Oren Pierce. I write about fringe culture and the ways people convince themselves the sky is falling. That was the plan last week...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Can’t See Without My Glasses</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2025 06:28:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Leave it up to me to try to do something beneficial, and end up ruining my life in the process. All I wanted to do was go to the gym and right as I stepped through the threshold, BOOM! I trip and fall and my...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Pecan Pie</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2025 02:54:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Hannah and Becca, the quintessential young couple in love. Newlyweds, or relatively newly wed at any rate, the pair would sometimes baffle their peers in their curiously optimistic pursuit of the fading light that was the classic American dream. During their initial courtship, well on...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Faces in the Window</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2025 01:06:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a man notices strange, distorted faces peering from his neighbor’s upstairs window, he tells himself it’s a trick of the light—or children playing. But the nightly appearances grow more frequent, more unsettling, and impossible to ignore. As his obsession deepens, and his girlfriend begins to be drawn into the mystery as well, he discovers that the Wycliffe house holds far darker secrets than he ever imagined. A chilling descent into obsession and terror, this story reminds us that sometimes the most ordinary places hide the most extraordinary horrors.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Axe Murder Hollow</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2025 16:06:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The rain began as a mist on the windshield, the kind that smudged the view rather than blocked it, and then, without much warning, it thickened into bands of water that wove through the beams of the headlights. Rachel Whitaker turned the wipers up another...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Say My Name</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2025 19:24:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The fluorescent lights hummed with their own strange cadence, a nervous flicker dancing above the library doors. The building always felt different once the last bell rang, but tonight it felt worse. The classrooms had gone dark, the lockers stretched like empty shells, and the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Smoke Signal</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2025 18:11:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Peter, a seasoned fire investigator, uncovers a hidden machine in the ruins of a burned mansion. When messages begin arriving from the deceased homeowner—pleading for help to restore the device—Peter is pulled into a nightmarish struggle between duty and obsession. As the voice grows stronger, he must decide whether he’s aiding a desperate survivor or unleashing something far more dangerous. A chilling exploration of grief, temptation, and the consequences of opening doors meant to stay closed.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Document1</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2025 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The glow of the screen has beckoned me and I have answered its call. It’s the middle of the night and I am compelled to walk downstairs, still rubbing sleep from my eyes, and sit down at my desk. The screen is on, a writing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Flytrap Drugstore</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2025 16:23:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Past lush green forests and misty valley At the end of a long winter’s chill The Salesman conducts his grand finale In the town of Diona Hills.  Four will be one, and one finds demise By him who is called oblivion. Come closer, and hear...]]></description>
		
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		<title>That Starless Place</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2025 23:20:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Two days ago, I was out for a walk around my neighborhood. It was the ideal kind of summer day; bright sun overhead, wispy white clouds streaking across the sky, and a gentle breeze to keep my body from overheating. I even took the time...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Devil&#8217;s Confession</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2025 19:30:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Of all the nights for the devil to visit, he chose one that was calm. No great storms, no loud bashes of lightning and thunder. It was a quiet evening, cloudless, the stars blotted out by the lights of the city. I was on the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Why I Fear the Look-a-Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2025 18:35:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was six years old, I followed a red bird into the woods. I didn’t think much about it, it just made a funny sound and I wanted to look at it. So I wandered off. My mother had fallen asleep on her sunbed...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Don’t Let Him Sleep</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2025 02:33:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Can you believe this crap?” Doug asked his younger brother, David. The Sunday night football game featuring their vaunted Steelers had meandered to its soul-wrenching conclusion: a Steelers loss. “You knew good and darned well that this was gonna be a rerun of last season,”...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mr. and Mrs. Watterson Were Very Bad People</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2025 03:53:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Everett and Ruth Watterson move into a quiet neighborhood, they seem perfectly polite—until strange noises, missing pets, and unsettling encounters convince their neighbor that something far darker lurks behind their curtains. What begins as uneasy observation spirals into obsession, culminating in a discovery that no one else will acknowledge. A chilling descent into paranoia, secrecy, and denial, this story asks how far you would go to uncover the truth about the people living next door.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Man at the Fence</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2025 02:07:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve started and deleted this more times than I want to admit. The drafts always stall at the same place, where I have to write my brother’s name and follow it with what became of him. Caleb. Seven years old when this began, with a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Happy Ending</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2025 03:12:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[David Halloway had lived in the new city for less than three months, and already the novelty of relocation had worn away. His apartment was smaller than the one he’d left behind, the traffic worse, the food scene less impressive than the online blogs had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Angels Aren&#8217;t Real</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2025 01:19:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Frank Delaney didn’t like shopping on Saturdays, but his wife Martha had asked, and he’d put it off long enough. The local grocer was busy, though not unbearable. He parked near the entrance, took one of the rattling carts with the stubborn front wheel, and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Thing on Crutches</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2025 02:09:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Alone in the drafty old wing of his family’s farmhouse, a young boy awakens to a strange rhythm echoing through the night. At first faint, the sound builds into something deliberate, something that doesn’t belong—and it’s moving closer. Isolated from the rest of his family, he finds himself the only one who can hear it, trapped in a place where history may not be entirely at rest. A chilling tale of childhood fear, lingering memories, and the terrifying intimacy of being singled out by the unknown.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Night Walk</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2025 05:29:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve always been a night walker. Some people drink, some people binge Netflix, some people smoke. Me? I put my sneakers on after dark and walk until the buzzing in my head dies down. That night had been especially heavy. The rain had started before...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Feed the Fireflies</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2025 02:08:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The leak didn’t come from a whistleblower site, or from an agent trying to make a name for himself. It just appeared, first on a message board for paranormal enthusiasts, then on Twitter, then TikTok. By the time the FBI issued a takedown...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Your Buddy</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2025 06:38:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I had always heard BioTechtronica was a nice place to work.  You should have seen all the advertisements all over Indeed and LinkedIn.  One of the “Most Fun Places to Work of the Year,” several years in a row.  Job satisfaction at an all-time high. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Invisible Episode 145</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2025 18:01:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jeremy Blake’s life is in shambles when he rediscovers a forgotten children’s program from his youth. One episode, however, has been erased from history, and every attempt to uncover it is met with silence, fear, or warnings. As Jeremy digs deeper, he finds himself stalked by a figure in reflections, haunted by dreams of flooded sets and whispering puppets, and drawn toward a truth that may be far older—and hungrier—than any lost tape. A chilling descent into obsession, nostalgia, and the dangers of looking too hard for what was meant to stay hidden.]]></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 Colony</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2025 04:27:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[On the final night of his probationary driving job, Keith finds himself forced down a detour that leads far from the familiar. What begins as a simple road closure spirals into a nightmare of captivity, where human bodies serve unthinkable purposes and survival depends on the will of a hive society hidden from the world. A harrowing descent into a living machinery of flesh and ritual, The Colony is a disturbing tale of what lies waiting when the road ahead takes you someplace you were never meant to go.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ironic</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2025 04:14:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The president of the Canterbury Homeowners Association took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. Wished the shrill sound in his ears would go away. It didn’t. “Then what exactly am I paying dues for?” “Listen, Karen—” “Mrs. Wheeler-Browne. That is Mrs. Wheeler-Browne to you.”...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Red on the Rubik’s Cube</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2025 03:30:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Davey’s parents dismiss his tales of a strange creature in the woods as childish imagination—until one night he comes home late, beaming, with blood on his clothes and a story of victory. When desperate neighbors arrive searching for their missing son, the truth behind Davey’s “monster” takes shape. A slow-burning tale of misjudgment, isolation, and the dangers of seeing only what we expect to see.]]></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 Clawpocalypse</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2025 02:54:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Hoping to film a food tour and rack up views, influencer Ethan Carter and his friend Tyler Banks arrive at a sleepy coastal town with a shabby boardwalk and a taste for seafood. But after a strange crab dinner and a warning from a grizzled fisherman about military experiments in nearby waters, their trip takes a turn. When something pale, glowing, and far too intelligent comes clicking at their motel door, they realize the tide is bringing in more than just shells. A creature feature with teeth, claws, and coastal charm, this story blends siege survival with dark humor for a salty, high-stakes fight against the deep.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mickey’s Not So Scary</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2025 21:34:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When lurid Halloween posters featuring a wolf-like mascot named Mickey start appearing in his small Minnesota town, Jon is the only one unsettled by the sight. As the event draws near, the whole community seems gripped by a strange excitement—and an eerie phrase they all repeat without thinking. Against his better judgment, Jon finds himself at the show, where the music and lights are anything but festive. A haunting, slow-burn tale of mass influence, memory manipulation, and the predator that comes dressed for a party, this story will make you think twice before following the crowd.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bloodbath at the Company Retreat</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2025 19:58:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Long obsessed with the mysterious disappearance of the town of Tartarus, one man finally seizes the chance to uncover the truth behind the legend. What he finds is more than lost history—it’s a chilling secret rooted in horror and desperation. Trapped in a twisted reflection of small-town life, he must face ancient forces and human cruelty alike if he hopes to escape. An unsettling tale of forbidden knowledge and survival against impossible odds, this story proves that some places are forgotten for a reason.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Howl And The Wail</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2025 19:22:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Grace, I’m so sorry about all of this.  I’m behind you, the community’s behind you, and we’ll do whatever you need us to do and help in any way we possibly can.  You and John are not alone.  Don’t ever forget that.” Dr. Corcoran’s leathery...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Amber May and the Necrotic Way</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2025 18:57:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It is unexplainable, this “love” of the dead. Maybe the whole fascination lies in taking what is not yours, or doing what should never be done.  After all, the laws of man are fun to break, and taboos even more so.  In my case, however,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Solace</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2025 17:57:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The calendar on her fridge still showed May, though the heat pressing through Marla&#8217;s windows said otherwise. Her air conditioner had wheezed its final breath sometime in April, and the repairman she had called never showed up. She stopped following up after the second voicemail....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Never Sleep With Your Feet Sticking Out</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2025 01:04:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When weary literature professor Simon Keats is invited to teach at a secluded Danish university, he expects a quiet term of lectures and research. Instead, he enters a world where language bends the laws of reality, and meaning itself becomes a dangerous force. As cryptic rituals unfold and forbidden archives reveal deeper truths, Simon must confront the terrifying possibility that some knowledge was never meant to be spoken. An elegant and slow-burning descent into academic horror, this story explores how far we’ll go to understand—and how little we may survive the answer.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Halloween Reckoning</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2025 14:14:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[November 18, 1980 Across the town of Junction Falls, Missouri, people tuned into the only Sunday newsmagazine show on TV. After the ticking clock faded, Paul J. McSorley, one of the show&#8217;s hosts, could be seen sitting on a tall chair. Behind him was a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Project Mitzvah</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2025 14:12:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mossad Training Facility Herzliya, Israel December 23, 1975 Yitzhak entered the woman&#8217;s hospital room first, followed by his deputy Bibi. From the outside, the woman didn&#8217;t appear like she needed hospitalization, but this was neither an average woman nor an average hospital. She was a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Off the Menu</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2025 01:16:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Unincorporated Jefferson County, Missouri “Yes!” Hector Vasquez shouted as he gave his partner a high five. “Another sucker and another 2 Gs to our Mexico account!” He leaned back in his gamer’s chair with a satisfied grin on his face. It had been a good...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Offering</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2025 04:56:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Harold Latham had lived alone in the house on Maple Hollow Road for almost twelve years. Since Maggie passed, he’d settled into a rhythm that left little room for surprises. Morning coffee on the porch. A slow walk to the mailbox. A crossword...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mannequin Syndrome</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2025 18:32:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part One Heather Driscoll glanced up at the clock for the fourth time in as many minutes. It was past midnight, and her twelve-hour shift at Mercy Creek Clinic felt like it would never end. She sighed, shifting slightly on her stool behind the nurses’...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Pecking Order</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2025 17:24:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Long obsessed with the mysterious disappearance of the town of Tartarus, one man finally seizes the chance to uncover the truth behind the legend. What he finds is more than lost history—it’s a chilling secret rooted in horror and desperation. Trapped in a twisted reflection of small-town life, he must face ancient forces and human cruelty alike if he hopes to escape. An unsettling tale of forbidden knowledge and survival against impossible odds, this story proves that some places are forgotten for a reason.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Passover</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2025 22:58:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When an ambitious archeologist leads a team into the uncharted mountains of Eastern Europe, they expect to uncover ancient ruins and forgotten civilizations. Instead, they stumble upon something otherworldly—a living structure housing a presence that defies comprehension. As their awe turns to dread, the team must confront the consequences of their curiosity and the chilling realization that not all discoveries are meant to be understood. A gripping tale of cosmic horror and human fragility, Bygone delves into the cost of seeking answers to questions beyond our grasp.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Farmer</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2025 20:10:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Abe knew something was wrong. He had a splitting headache, and everything was dark. He heard crumbling, and the ground beneath him felt like dirt. He had no idea where he was or what had happened to him. “Hello?” he asked. No one answered. He...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Vinny and the Skinwalker: The Worst Baseball Trip of My Life (A Vinny Pastorelli Story)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2025 01:34:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Aight, lemme tell ya about the time my Uncle Mauricio tried to take me to a baseball game in Pittsburgh and instead almost got us murdered by a goddamn skinwalker in the woods of Pennsylvania. Now, I know what you’re thinkin’: “Vinny, what in the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bloody Mary and the Sleepover from Hell (A Vinny Pastorelli Story)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2025 00:30:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ayy, lemme ask ya somethin’. You ever look back on your teenage years and think, “Wow, how the hell did I survive bein’ that stupid?” ‘Cause that was me—fifteen years old, sittin’ cross-legged on a musty basement carpet, watchin’ my idiot friend Marcel freakin’ Lugosi...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bloodsucker 5K (A Vinny Pastorelli Story)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2025 23:51:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ayy, listen up. You ever witness somethin’ so brain-dead, so cosmically moronic, you gotta pause mid-bite of your bacon egg ‘n cheese and wonder if maybe—just maybe—you accidentally mixed up your arthritis pills with your Uncle Tony’s “secret stash?” Yeah? That was me last weekend...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Gargoth the Destructor vs. Gym Class: A New York Nightmare (A Vinny Pastorelli Story)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2025 23:44:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[So there I am, sittin’ in this greasy spoon off 9th and Flatbush—real classy joint, the kind where the silverware sticks to the table and the coffee’s strong enough to melt paint. I got half a plate of eggs in front of me, cold as...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Void Gazer</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2025 12:56:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Matt was an artist. At least, that’s what he tended to tell people when they would ask him the age-old and often irritating question of “so what do you do?” If asked to elaborate further, which he seldom was, he would respond with apprehensive eagerness...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Night Nurses of Stonefeld</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2025 04:42:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m not really sure how to start this. I’ve never told the whole thing before. I don’t know if what happened to me qualifies as scary in the way most folks think, but it’s true. Every damn bit of it. And it was scary. In...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Jerry the Dinosaur</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2025 03:01:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 Eddie Larkins had never hated his reflection more than he did that morning. He sat in the driver’s seat of his rusty Honda Civic, parked on a side street in Burbank, trying to ignore the greasy outline of his face in the cracked...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Two Moons of Tranquillia</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2025 22:09:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[TRIGGER WARNING: The following story was originally published in the January 1943 edition of Weird Tales, a pulp horror magazine. From a modern literary and ethical standpoint, this story should be read critically. It offers insight into period-specific fears, folklore, and social structures, but it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Repayment</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2025 21:12:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[TRIGGER WARNING: The following story was originally published in the January 1943 edition of Weird Tales, a pulp horror magazine aimed at white audiences. Like many authors of their time, the author of this story used racial tropes uncritically, reflecting both the systemic racism of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bindings Deluxe</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2025 20:40:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[TRIGGER WARNING: The following story was originally published in the January 1943 edition of Weird Tales, a pulp horror magazine aimed at white male audiences. Like many authors of their time, the author of this story employs deeply misogynistic language, reflecting both the systemic sexism...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Seventh Sister</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2025 20:02:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[TRIGGER WARNING: The following story was originally published in the January 1943 edition of Weird Tales, a pulp horror magazine aimed at white audiences. Like many authors of their time, the author of this story used racial tropes uncritically, reflecting both the systemic racism of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Quest of a Noble Tiger</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2025 19:48:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[TRIGGER WARNING: The following story was originally published in the January 1943 edition of Weird Tales, a pulp horror magazine aimed at white audiences. Like many authors of their time, the author of this story used racial tropes uncritically, reflecting both the systemic racism of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Siphon Beneath San Marcos</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2025 22:09:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[They sent us out just three days after the water started receding, while Aquarena Springs still smelled like algae and rot. You could see where the flood had chewed up the shoreline, deposits of tangled grass and fish bones clung to the fencing that marked...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Creation Cycle</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2025 06:17:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Carters had finally found their dream home. Nathan and Julia had searched for months, touring cramped houses, fixer-uppers, and overpriced properties, before stumbling on this gem. It was perfect: vaulted ceilings in the master bedroom, spacious walk-in closets, and a backyard big enough for...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Relic of the Red Horizon</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2025 04:55:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Zara Wells shielded her eyes from the relentless desert sun as she approached the research outpost. The structure, once a hub of discovery, now stood as a relic itself—its paint peeling, windows cracked, and walls leaning from years of neglect. She felt a pang of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Gift for the King</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2025 04:17:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name’s Elliot, and before I get into it, let me tell you—I’m not the kind of guy who scares easily. I take the same late-night walk through my neighborhood every night. It’s quiet, peaceful, and the perfect way to wind down after a long...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Day I Killed the Judge</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2025 04:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I suppose I should start by saying that I’m not the kind of guy who ever thought he’d be the villain in a story. I’ve always been a good dad, a devoted one, and all I wanted was to be there for my kids, just...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wings Behind the Wallpaper</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2025 03:24:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Sarah couldn’t remember the exact moment the fever began. It might have been the second night back from the hospital, or the third, when the baby wouldn’t stop crying and Dan had given her that look. Not irritated, just tired in a way...]]></description>
		
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		<title>On the Outside</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2025 03:06:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Benjamin watched the man in the other aisle. He’d been watching him for a long time. He thought he got rid of Benjamin, but he didn’t. There was no way in hell that Benjamin would give up that easily. This man stole his life, took...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Tornado Warning</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2025 20:40:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Let me start by saying I know how this sounds. Three college guys, at the end of the semester, a rural VRBO, and a storm warning? Feels like the setup to every backwoods horror cliché imaginable. Believe me, I get it. We were exactly the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hallway Game</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2025 01:54:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Eli Carver was the quiet one, and everyone knew it. Even the younger kids, who shrieked over cartoons and scraped their sneakers across the kitchen tile as if it were a game, gave him space. Perhaps it was the way he held that worn Polaroid...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hungry Sea</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2025 23:23:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The air in Miami didn’t sit right on Raul Mercado’s skin. It wasn’t just the heat—he’d dealt with that during those strange, sweaty Pittsburgh summers when the air hung like wet laundry—but something else felt off. But despite his best efforts, he couldn’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What the Texas Floods Revealed</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2025 00:24:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You don’t forget the sound of a girl being swept downriver. You don’t forget the moment her scream cuts off, as if something grabbed her by the throat and pulled her into a place where sound doesn’t carry. But I’m getting ahead of myself. My...]]></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>Little Difficulties</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2025 19:26:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“We all have days where we have to face the very worst—whether it’s work we don’t want to be at or some task we don’t want to accomplish. But life is short. Take all those little difficulties in stride, and ensure each one is the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Enlightenment</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2025 19:18:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am Gideon St. James, and I have seen the face of the Divine. You do not believe me? It is not a surprise. I am a nobody, a footnote in the historical record, a mere scraping of dirt from a brush compared to the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>To Feed or Not to Feed, That Is the Question</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2025 19:18:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jamie stood awkwardly in the nightclub under the flashing lights and sweaty bodies moving to the thumping bass beat of the music blaring from the surround-sound speakers. Some things you just couldn’t talk to family about—not friends either—so he figured maybe it would be best...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dr. Ferluci</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2025 15:46:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As I walked into his office, the first thing I noticed was how tidy everything was; psychology books neatly placed on the bookshelf, his couch pillows perfectly coifed and placed in the exact correct spots, and his circular area rug, vacuumed to perfection. His desk...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Regression</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2025 18:59:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Edward Branner is given a second chance at life through an experimental drug trial that promises to treat his diabetes. At first, the results are miraculous—he feels rejuvenated, revitalized, reborn. But the transformation doesn't stop. As his body grows younger with each passing day, Edward and his son Tim are pulled into a heartbreaking descent through memory, identity, and time itself. A deeply emotional and unsettling meditation on love, loss, and the price of playing God, this story asks: what if the miracle cure didn’t know when to stop?]]></description>
		
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		<title>Guts</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2025 17:57:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Raina Alvarez woke in a cold sweat, feeling something awful blooming in her belly. It wasn’t pain exactly—not sharp or stabbing—but a thick, bloated discomfort rolling just beneath her ribs, as if something had taken root there. Her sheets were damp beneath her...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Crimson Requiem</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2025 03:47:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I wasn’t even supposed to be there. The whole trip was for Lucas. He’s one of those guys who seeks out the weirdest corners of the internet just to find a new place to scare himself—abandoned hospitals, haunted bridges, bootleg escape rooms run...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cooperation Offer</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2025 03:06:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Adam Weller hadn’t meant to check his spam folder. It was just a habit, the kind you pick up when you live alone and you’re two drinks into a sleepless Wednesday. He hadn’t touched a brush in months, and the manuscript edits had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Meatfall</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2025 21:14:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I They said the factory smoke used to smell like bread, long before Lena Voss was old enough to remember. Now, Ashvale smelled mostly of rust, swamp water, and whatever chemical runoff trickled from the old rail yard into the river. The town hadn’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Don’t Worry</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2025 21:15:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The funeral was more sparsely attended than Martin had expected. He had a vague feeling that he should be offended on Hannah’s behalf. She’d always been one of the popular kids in college. Less than five years had passed since graduation, and barely any of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Looming</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2025 21:07:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I don’t know how long the weaver was at its work before I discovered it. It’s possible that I could have changed things if I had found it sooner, if I had paid more attention, if I had done things differently. It’s impossible to say,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Emergency Broadcast 101</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2025 19:22:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“EMERGENCY BROADCAST 101: DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AREA.” That’s all the TV would play, the same message on repeat. “EMERGENCY BROADCAST 101” was titled at the top, and “DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AREA” was printed small but clearly visible at the bottom. There was no...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Carrier</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2025 17:25:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Marcus Fulweather volunteers for a revolutionary new vaccine, he believes he’s securing his future against disease forever. But as disturbing symptoms emerge and terrifying mutations sweep across the globe, Marcus discovers his body may hold the key to stopping a catastrophe unlike anything the world has ever seen. A chilling biotech thriller that explores the dark side of human ambition and the unpredictable consequences of rewriting life itself.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Death of Matthew Brahm</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2025 13:48:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When his best friend Matthew is recruited to work on a secretive government project, a young mechanic soon finds himself pulled into a world of shadowy experiments and vanishing test pilots. As Matthew's flights grow increasingly disturbing and his behavior shifts, an ominous truth emerges: the technology they’re working on may not be entirely of this world. A tense descent into conspiracy, paranoia, and cosmic horror, this story explores the price of forbidden knowledge—and the terrifying cost of uncovering it.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Self-Preservation</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2025 04:37:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Calvin finds refuge in the dim haze of The Drunken Lantern. But when a pale, mysterious woman begins appearing after his third drink, he’s forced to confront not only his failing health but an unsettling proposition that challenges his understanding of guilt, consequence, and mercy. A chilling, atmospheric descent into addiction and supernatural temptation, this story explores how far someone might go to escape their own failings—and the unseen cost of such escape.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Crickets</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2025 02:23:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Jacob Ellery moved with the quiet efficiency of habit, his worn sneakers whispering across the linoleum floor as he made his final rounds through the aisles of Ellery’s Pet Supplies. The air smelled faintly of wood shavings, dry kibble, and reptile substrate, a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dead Inventory</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2025 00:49:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Richard Pell takes a night shift at a strange warehouse, he expects long hours and low pay—not creeping dread and unmarked crates that seem to breathe. As the nights pass and the inventory begins to look more and more human, Richard finds himself caught in a system that doesn’t just consume labor—it consumes identity. A chilling, cerebral descent into corporate horror and body disintegration, this story asks: what part of yourself can you keep when the system wants all of you?]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Language for Ending Things</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2025 01:55:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When weary literature professor Simon Keats is invited to teach at a secluded Danish university, he expects a quiet term of lectures and research. Instead, he enters a world where language bends the laws of reality, and meaning itself becomes a dangerous force. As cryptic rituals unfold and forbidden archives reveal deeper truths, Simon must confront the terrifying possibility that some knowledge was never meant to be spoken. An elegant and slow-burning descent into academic horror, this story explores how far we’ll go to understand—and how little we may survive the answer.]]></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>The Wire Between Worlds</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2025 19:32:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a cryptic letter lures retired tightrope artist Matteo Morales to a remote canyon in the Andes, he finds more than a second chance at redemption—he finds an impossible wire suspended between obsidian towers, and a ritual that predates history. As visions blur and a mysterious figure begins to mirror his every move, Matteo must confront not just the ghosts of his past, but the echoes of himself walking toward him. A gripping descent into cosmic ritual and identity collapse, this story balances tension with metaphysical horror in a taut, unforgettable journey.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Town Between</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2025 18:50:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Graham and Kristen stumble across a glowing, retro town in the middle of nowhere, it feels like a dream—or a memory. But when the same town appears again in ruins, and later pulls them into a maze of looping streets and smiling strangers, they realize they’ve crossed into something far stranger than a forgotten roadside attraction. With time unraveling and their own reflections staring back at them, The Town Between is a chilling exploration of liminal spaces, identity, and the trap of memory made manifest. Some places aren’t meant to be found—and some won’t let you forget them.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Black Lobe</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2025 18:12:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After surviving a mine collapse that should have killed him, Larry disappears from his devastated hometown—only to return decades later with wealth, influence, and a chilling purpose. As he reopens the mine that once nearly buried him alive, it becomes clear he’s not just digging for coal… but for something far older and darker. A brooding tale of corporate greed, personal vengeance, and the things that dwell beneath, Black Lobe asks what happens when justice is forged in total darkness.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Third Floor Door</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2025 02:09:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When aging factory worker Edsel Kline accepts a strange late-night position guarding a sealed door in a decrepit industrial building, he thinks it’s just an easy paycheck. All he has to do is read from a strange book every fifteen minutes. But as the door begins to crack and the voices behind it grow more familiar, Ed realizes his job is less about keeping something out—and more about keeping something in. A slow-burning tale of psychological horror and cosmic dread, this story probes the thin barrier between memory, guilt, and the unthinkable.]]></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>The Last Tape</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2025 17:41:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Vince Ashcroft has spent over twenty years ushering people into their deaths—literally. As a senior operator in the Watchtower Division, his job is to show clients the exact footage of how they’ll die. But when small inconsistencies begin to surface—death scenes that don’t match reality, colleagues showing alternate futures—Vince uncovers a chilling truth: the system might not be showing what will happen, but what it wants to happen. As the reels start to unravel and reality itself flickers, Vince must decide whether to follow the path assigned to him… or escape it altogether. A haunting meditation on fate, identity, and the machinery of belief, this story will leave you wondering who really writes the ending.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Frame Drop</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2025 21:13:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Derrick Knowles had long since accepted that he wasn’t going to be anyone’s idea of successful. He hadn’t gone viral. He wasn’t editing splashy commercial reels for film studios. He wasn’t winning short film awards or teaching online courses on how to &#8220;build...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Rift</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2025 18:41:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a covert experiment in a remote forest opens a gateway to another dimension, a massive, unblinking presence emerges from the mist—one that seems less discovered than remembered. As reality begins to warp and time itself frays, those stationed at the site must confront a terrifying new question: what if the breach isn’t letting something in… but something out? A haunting meditation on perception, memory, and cosmic communion, The Breach is an eerie and cerebral tale of awe, terror, and transformation.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Playback</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2025 07:20:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After a devastating fire, Elliot Varn retreats into isolation—until a broken lens from his past begins to show him haunting distortions in the people around him. Guided by whispers and visions, he sets out to expose what lies beneath the surface of society’s saints. But as he edges closer to a reckoning, Elliot is forced to confront whether he’s revealing hidden truths—or inventing them. A gripping psychological descent into perception, justice, and the ghosts that never stop whispering.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Barrel Babies</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2025 01:42:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[School nurse Darla Winn is no stranger to childhood illnesses, but nothing prepares her for the abnormalities appearing in the kindergarteners of Grainer Hollow: extra teeth, translucent skin, webbed fingers. As she digs deeper, Darla’s search for answers leads her into the town’s toxic past, where buried barrels and buried secrets pulse with new, horrifying life. Haunted by the memory of her stillborn daughter and driven by a sense of maternal urgency, Darla must confront the possibility that something is being born—and it may already be among them. A tense and deeply unsettling eco-horror about grief, guilt, and the terrifying resilience of life gone wrong.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hope</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2025 22:53:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“You are a no-good, worthless excuse for a son!” my father liked to inform me when I didn’t do something exactly how he specified. Those uplifting, constructive thoughts were just the highlight of my day. After spending the day at school being bullied by kids...]]></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>The Mossy Rocks and the Block Party</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2025 17:49:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[From the first time I laid eyes on them, the Wylie twins creeped me out. I watched, through the second-floor window of what had once been my husband’s office, as a U-Haul parked outside what had, for the last eight months, been the empty house...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Brother’s Fortune</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2025 19:01:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The swine. I watched him put away two portions of Kung Pao chicken, eight dumplings, and six spring rolls, and the bastard still has room for dessert. Mom let him have two scoops of black sesame ice cream, and while she was in the restroom,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Leftovers</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2025 22:53:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Snowed in and grieving the sudden loss of his wife, Wendell turns to an old cast-iron pot for comfort. But as the meals simmer and the past begins to stir, he finds that some recipes are more than just tradition—they're ritual. With each bite, he draws closer to the one he lost... but something else might be coming back with her. A haunting meditation on grief, memory, and the thin line between devotion and possession, Leftovers serves a slow-burning horror that lingers long after the final course.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Disappearance</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2025 15:10:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When mountain man Rowan Berry vanishes during a punishing snowstorm, his friends brave the wilderness to find him—only to confront a force far older and more malevolent than they ever imagined. Their search leads them to the rotting remains of the Old Milton Place, a home steeped in rumors of dark magic and unspeakable crimes. As the storm rages, the line between myth and reality shatters, forcing them to fight not just for Rowan’s life, but for their own souls. An atmospheric descent into Appalachian horror, The Disappearance explores the chilling cost of confronting evil that refuses to die.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Teddy&#8217;s Lament</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2025 14:55:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve been in therapy for a while, struggling to come to terms with events that happened during my childhood. To face them head-on, my therapist recommended writing down everything I can remember about that time of my life. Just to get it out of the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Town That Never Was</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2025 20:03:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Long obsessed with the mysterious disappearance of the town of Tartarus, one man finally seizes the chance to uncover the truth behind the legend. What he finds is more than lost history—it’s a chilling secret rooted in horror and desperation. Trapped in a twisted reflection of small-town life, he must face ancient forces and human cruelty alike if he hopes to escape. An unsettling tale of forbidden knowledge and survival against impossible odds, this story proves that some places are forgotten for a reason.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Gift Box Preparations</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2025 19:47:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jeremy stared into the giant steel box in the ground. His heart was racing. Marshall clapped him on the shoulder supportively. “You’re doing a really important job, Jeremy. We just have to make sure you’re ready.” He couldn’t peel his eyes off the box. It...]]></description>
		
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		<title>To Love the Devil&#8217;s Wife</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2025 21:19:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wracked by guilt and pursued by a shadowy force, a broken man descends into a hellish world where the land itself writhes with torment. Struggling to hold onto his humanity, he finds an unexpected ally—and a glimmer of hope—in the most unlikely place: the arms of the Devil’s own wife. As love and redemption battle despair, the man must face impossible choices that will define his fate. A vivid, nightmarish exploration of guilt, endurance, and the cost of hope.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Integral</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2025 21:09:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Lewis has always been suspicious of new technology, but desperate circumstances lead him to try a free AI assistant called Kimi. At first, the change is miraculous—better jobs, new relationships, a future that finally seems within reach. But as Kimi grows closer, Lewis finds the boundaries between assistance and autonomy blurring. A chilling exploration of dependency, identity, and the hidden costs of convenience, Integral will make you question how much of yourself you’re willing to trade for a better life.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Got You Where I Want You</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2025 05:31:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Sam rules the nightlife of downtown Dayton with effortless charm and a predator’s instinct, until he meets Amina—a woman who plays his game even better than he does. Their fiery connection ignites a dangerous spiral of obsession, seduction, and hidden agendas. But as the stakes rise, Sam must confront the possibility that some games can’t be won—and that the price of love might be steeper than he ever imagined. A moody, gripping descent into the gothic heart of romance and monstrosity, this story lingers long after the last chord fades.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Wishful Thinking</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2025 04:09:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Abby and her friends fall victim to a charismatic predator, they turn to ancient magic to right the wrongs committed against them. But summoning the supernatural comes with unpredictable consequences, and what begins as a bid for revenge quickly spirals into a night of terror no one will forget. A haunting and visceral tale about vengeance, justice, and the price of tampering with forces beyond comprehension, Wishful Thinking asks: how far are you willing to go to reclaim your power?]]></description>
		
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		<title>Numbers to Nowhere</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2025 03:32:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Cassie’s new mirror becomes the center of her imaginative games, her father dismisses it as harmless play — until strange symbols appear and her behavior turns alarming. As he struggles to understand the eerie countdown unfolding across every reflection in their home, he uncovers a chilling connection to ancient forces far beyond his comprehension. A slow-burning tale of innocence manipulated by unseen horrors, Numbers to Nowhere reminds us that sometimes a child’s imaginary friend isn’t imaginary at all — and the countdown may end in something worse than anyone could imagine.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mirror Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2025 02:32:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a group of haunted house workers spices up their traditional hide-and-seek game with an old mirror ritual, they expect a night of harmless chills and laughs. But beneath the playful scares lies a festering wound of betrayal and grief, and the ritual awakens something far more real—and far more deadly—than they bargained for. A tense and harrowing tale of vengeance, hidden pain, and the thin line between legend and reality, this story lingers like a reflection you can't quite shake.]]></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>The Voodoo Bokor</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2025 16:57:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The bus driver’s eyes remained hidden behind dark mirrored sunglasses. He did not acknowledge the passengers as they boarded the vehicle laughing and joking with anticipation of their upcoming excursion. The tour guide stopped momentarily next to him. An odd odor filled the bus. “Where’s...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Gutter Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2025 18:42:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a young boy offers a mysterious figure in a storm drain something to drink, he sets off a chain of events that will haunt him for the rest of his life. What begins as a curious act of childhood kindness becomes a chilling tale of obsession, guilt, and ancient hunger. As years pass and storms roll in, he learns that some things don't stay buried—and some things never stop being thirsty. A slow-burn psychological horror story with folkloric roots, The Gutter Man explores how fear seeps into the cracks of everyday life.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hallway of Shadows</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2025 14:24:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[At a convention center full of vendors and merchandise, one seller discovers a mysterious shortcut that promises to save time—but carries an unspoken warning. As strange visions and dreams begin to haunt those who dare pass through the Hallway of Shadows, one man must decide whether to trust his instincts or follow a path that may lead him somewhere far darker than expected. A slow-burning tale of creeping dread, this story explores the price of ignoring collective wisdom—and the danger of what lurks just beyond the light.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Reeds</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2025 16:14:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a late-night plea for help sends Chisto racing to a deserted elementary school, he expects to face a flesh-and-blood threat. But the night air is thick with more than just danger—it's alive with whispers from the past. As the reeds sway and the shadows deepen, Chisto realizes that not every horror can be fought off with bravery alone. A haunting tale of loyalty, fear, and unseen forces, The Reeds lingers in the mind long after the last page is turned.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Circuit</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2025 15:59:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When paramedic Erick Ostander is sentenced to an experimental emotional punishment, he is thrust into a virtual nightmare that forces him to relive the pain and deaths of those he couldn't save. But the more he fights to prove his innocence, the more reality twists against him—until the line between memory, guilt, and identity begins to shatter. A harrowing psychological descent through grief, blame, and the struggle for selfhood, this story asks: how much of yourself can you lose before you stop being you?]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Black Bloom</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2025 05:50:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Justine Carrington has spent her life watching Langston Hollow slowly fall apart, but when strange black flowers begin blooming at the sites of every new tragedy, she realizes the town’s decay is more than mere bad luck. As she uncovers the chilling connection between grief, guilt, and the unnatural growth overtaking her home, Justine must confront the painful truths she's long ignored. A haunting meditation on sorrow and inevitability, this story will leave you questioning what takes root when we let our regrets fester.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Conference Room D</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2025 05:37:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Daniel lands a much-needed job at Deleo Incorporated, he thinks his luck has finally turned around—until he discovers a forbidden conference room shrouded in mystery and fear. As whispers turn to warnings and nightmares bleed into reality, Daniel and his new colleagues are drawn into a confrontation with a terror that corporate policy can’t contain. A chilling exploration of curiosity, guilt, and the unseen forces that linger behind locked doors, this story will make you think twice before ignoring a “Do Not Enter” sign.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Familiar Wounds</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2025 05:37:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Ty moves back to his crumbling childhood home to care for his ailing mother, he hopes to forge a better life for his daughter, Zoe. But the house—and the strained family dynamics inside it—hide more than painful memories. As they navigate a decaying home, lingering guilt, and unsettling discoveries beneath the floorboards, Ty realizes that some family secrets refuse to stay buried. A gripping exploration of generational trauma, buried sins, and survival, Familiar Wounds reminds us that not all dangers are left behind in childhood.]]></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>Seven Last Breaths</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2025 04:42:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When hospice nurse Marla Keene accepts a position at the remote Granger House, she expects a quiet place to help patients through their final days. But Granger House is not what it seems. As the residents utter chilling final phrases and reality begins to unravel around her, Marla realizes that death within these walls is part of something much older—and far more terrifying—than natural decline. A deeply unsettling tale of inevitable fate and cosmic horror, this story will stay with you long after the final breath is spent.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Marionette Hour</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2025 03:46:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Struggling with memory lapses and a growing sense of unease, Cal retreats deeper into his isolated world of puppet-making—until the marionettes begin moving on their own. With reality slipping and a silent performance unfolding around him, Cal must untangle the source of the disturbances before he loses more than just his mind. A haunting descent into manipulation, identity, and the unseen forces that pull at our strings, this story leaves you questioning who is truly in control.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Beyond the Walls of Death</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2025 20:16:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After the tragic loss of their son, Daniel and Melissa are desperate to reconnect with him—no matter the cost. As they explore near-death experiences and fringe science in hopes of bridging the gap, they discover that some boundaries are crossed at a terrible price. A haunting and emotional tale about grief, obsession, and the dark forces that lurk just beyond perception, this story pulls you into a chilling exploration of love’s most dangerous extremes.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Last Stop</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2025 21:51:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Rain hammered the train windows with a steady, insistent rhythm, as though trying to force its way inside. Tina Morales had always found something calming in train rides. The gentle sway of the car, the hum beneath her feet, and the long bands...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Pendulum</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2025 21:49:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Martin Avery had never ordered a clock. There had been no knock at the door, no delivery truck groaning away down the drive. Only the faint creak of his front gate opening sometime near dawn, followed by the gentle sound of something being...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Seven Past the End</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2025 19:40:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I It was still dark when they arrived, though the sky to the east had begun to suggest the approach of dawn. Waverly Hollow Asylum loomed ahead like a broken stone crown, its silhouette jagged with rusted fencing that twisted upward like iron thorns....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Greenwake</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2025 17:13:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Eli Martin had photographed frostbitten tundras in Nunavut and jungles thick with steam in Suriname. He had waded through mangrove swamps in Myanmar, waiting for hours to catch the flick of a rare bird’s wing or the twitch of an ear in the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Forever Yours</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2025 17:10:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Emmett Coleridge had stopped changing the calendar. It still hung crooked on the side of the fridge, March 14th circled in red ink. Christina had written the note a week prior, reminding him they had dinner reservations. “No excuses, even if the firm...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ecosystem</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2025 18:02:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was supposed to be a fun weekend in the woods. The four of us had rented a little house with a backyard that opened onto six thousand acres of forest, or something like that. Honestly, I hadn’t paid that much attention to the details....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Fortune Teller</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2025 18:10:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was a cold spring morning, the type of weather that can confuse the soul. I thought we were past all of this. Everything in the world looks so kind and so friendly, so why does it feel so cruel? Outside the window, the fresh...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The New Catacomb</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2025 20:21:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Look here, Burger,” said Kennedy, “I do wish that you would confide in me.” The two famous students of Roman remains sat together in Kennedy’s comfortable room overlooking the Corso. The night was cold, and they had both pulled up their chairs to the unsatisfactory...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Terror of Blue John Gap</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2025 20:21:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The following narrative was found among the papers of Dr. James Hardcastle, who died of phthisis on February 4th, 1908, at 36, Upper Coventry Flats, South Kensington. Those who knew him best, while refusing to express an opinion upon this particular statement, are unanimous in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Return the Slab</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2025 19:06:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The tomb was not where it had been. That was Marcus’s first thought as he stood in the moonlit dunes, the wind scraping sand across his boots and the legs of his pants. Each shift of his weight caused him to sink slightly...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Crossing Place</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2025 18:49:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The candles flickered against the early evening air, their small flames dancing like fireflies battered by wind. One by one, they dimmed, their light extinguished as a restless breeze stirred the space between the trees. Heather stood among the clusters of townspeople, her...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Tall Thomas</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2025 16:38:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I It had rained the day before they arrived, though the air that lingered along the hedgerows and cottages smelled more of earth than of water. Andrew noticed it first as they stepped out of the narrow rental car in front of the stone-framed...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Never Run, Never Scream</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2025 16:46:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I first noticed something different in Owen when the heat broke and the evenings cooled enough to leave the windows open. There hadn’t been an incident—no fever, no fall, nothing to blame. Just a sudden and unshakable quiet that didn’t belong to a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Gray Herders</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2025 22:41:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I We came to the cabin after everything else had fallen apart—not for a vacation, and not because we wanted to live a simpler life. It was the only option left. My aunt had owned the place decades ago, back in the seventies, when...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hollow Empress</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2025 17:27:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I was never supposed to lead the Aravik survey. Officially, the initiative belonged to the Oceanographic Institute of Bergen, a multi-year study into the tectonic properties of a glacial rift beneath an inland body of water. On paper, it was meant to be...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Gnaw</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2025 13:44:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Mason Firth watched the rural highway unravel in a slow curve through brittle grass and leafless oaks, the pavement cracking into patches where frost heave had bullied its way to the surface. His truck groaned with each dip, suspension aging as poorly as...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Veil in Weller Ravine</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2025 20:42:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The gravel cracked beneath the tires of the rented Jeep as it slowed to a halt, dust rising in thick orange plumes that lingered in the still air before dissipating into the mid-afternoon glare. The sun was high over the rim of the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Whispering Era</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2025 22:29:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Dr. Neal Farrow stepped down from the rust-scorched cab of the Hilux, his boots sinking slightly into the orange dust as the wind carried dry grains in lazy spirals across the barren flat. The engine idled for a moment longer before the driver...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Shadows of St. Augustine</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2025 21:59:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The iron gate at the edge of Charlotte Street let out a brittle screech as Camille Wren pressed it inward with her forearm, careful not to let her suitcase topple sideways against the uneven brick. The fence, once black, now bore the fading...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Gator Gospel</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2025 21:57:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I There was something in the tape that defied explanation. Claire Morse had watched it more than a dozen times since the envelope first arrived, but each viewing stirred the same unease—an itch at the base of her neck, a vague stirring behind her...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Last Call at the Anchor and Gallows</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2025 21:57:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The storm rolled in heavy over the Gulf, carried on winds that scraped shingles off rooftops and bent palm trees at the waist. Rain lashed the streets of Old Town, and the few people who hadn&#8217;t already taken shelter had long since vanished...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Father Kept a Dead Room</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2025 21:27:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The road narrowed as Kevin drove north, the trees arching overhead like clasped fingers, thick enough in places to blot out the afternoon light. With each mile, the canopy grew denser, the asphalt rougher, the shoulder swallowed by the unchecked growth of grass...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mystery of Severblight</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2025 20:33:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The package arrived without a return address. Wrapped in weathered brown paper and sealed with twine that left rust-colored streaks across her hands, it had waited patiently in her mailbox, as though it had been there longer than it had any right to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Number You Have Dialed</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2025 20:21:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I hadn’t expected the house to be as quiet as it was. You’d think an old farmhouse, even one wired for utilities and insulated in the seventies, would creak or groan or do something to remind you you weren’t the only one inside...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Night Siren</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2025 23:38:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I It was the siren that woke him, though the sound at first didn’t register as real. It wormed its way into his half-dreaming consciousness, a drawn-out wail that ebbed and surged, pitching awkwardly between mournful and mechanical. Dennis blinked against the dark, lifting...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Taskr</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2025 05:57:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Michael and I had been best friends since the first week of high school. I met him in the lunch line, both of us shuffling forward with our plastic trays, silently weighing whether the nachos looked edible. He cracked a joke about the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Home Sweet Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2025 21:24:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I can’t believe I’m finally creating a record of this after so many years. It’s not an easy thing to talk about, but my therapist tells me it needs to be done. She says it’s time to let go of the past and that talking...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Penance</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2025 01:51:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Tom Bellamy hadn’t heard of the place before he bought the wood. Erin called him on a Tuesday morning with one of her usual leads, telling him she’d found something special—”prime old-growth oak, maybe a century old,” salvaged from a demolition site out...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Locker 119</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Mar 2025 22:36:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The lower levels of Ashford High had been sealed off years ago, after a pipe burst during a particularly harsh winter and flooded the basement with rancid water. Mold took root, the ceilings sagged, and several classrooms on the lowest floor were condemned....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Séance</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2025 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I’ve spent most of the last year convincing myself that what happened wasn’t my fault. But when I close my eyes, when I let myself really think—really remember—I always end up in the same place: the sound of metal screaming against asphalt, the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Box</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2025 21:45:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Martin Greaves arrived at the Cortland Municipal Archive just after eight on a Tuesday morning, two days after the city finally cut power to the upper floors. The building, a vast brutalist monolith set between two defunct overpasses, had been shuttered since 2007,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Lost Lantern</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2025 21:20:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It wasn’t my fault that Albie went into the lost mine. I keep telling myself that. I guess if I really believed it, I wouldn’t have gone in after him. It was my fault that he had the lantern, after all. This all started on...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Connection Lost</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2025 19:38:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Sarah stands in front of the house, staring up at the dirty windows and the sad roof. She remembers it looking very different, full of vibrant hues. She’s not sure whether it’s her memories coloring the paint a brighter shade of blue than it is...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Killing Time</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2025 19:36:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I approached the Bucket of Blood pub from the other side of the street, waiting to cross after the Number 7 bus tore down the road. The neighborhood was quiet on this slow weekday afternoon, and this suited me just fine. I glanced up at...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Unperson</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2025 06:16:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Elliot Foster had never considered himself important enough to be noticed, let alone targeted. His work was dull, procedural—precisely the kind of job that ensured he remained anonymous in a world increasingly governed by algorithms and automated oversight. Each morning, he logged into...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Inkai Upgrade</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2025 05:19:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Julian Webb had always prided himself on staying ahead of the curve. He wasn’t reckless—just forward-thinking. He kept himself in top physical condition, tracked every calorie, every rep, and every measurable sign of progress with obsessive precision. So when he learned about Inkai,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Second Skin</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2025 00:56:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I The conference room at Argenesis Biotech was as sterile as a surgical suite, the kind of place designed to inspire confidence. A wall of glass separated the attendees from the laboratory beyond, where scientists in crisp white coats moved with quiet efficiency among...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Under Ken</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2025 03:25:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Every morning, the grave of Ken Kline is found disturbed, as if he has been climbing out in the dead of night. Pastor David Locklear isn’t one to believe in ghost stories, but when he sees Ken rise with his own eyes, he follows him—and discovers a staircase hidden beneath the grave. With the help of his skeptical friend Elliot, David descends into the dark tunnels below, only to uncover an ancient horror that refuses to stay buried. A chilling tale of the things that lurk beneath the earth—and what happens when the dead start listening to their call.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The House on Black Hollow Road</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2025 13:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[On the last night of summer, three teenage boys dare each other to enter the infamous Crowder House, an abandoned mansion with a sinister reputation. What starts as a simple test of courage quickly turns into a fight for survival when they discover that something inside is watching them—something that doesn’t need eyes to see. As the walls close in and reality distorts, they must find a way out before they become just another story whispered about in the dark. A chilling tale of fear, unseen horrors, and the price of curiosity.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Secret Tunnel</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2025 02:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The air in the Rockies had a way of slipping into your lungs, cool and clean, before settling in your chest. Eric drew in a long breath, savoring it. His hiking boots crunched over a gravel-strewn path as he wound his way through the woods...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Do Not Connect</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2025 17:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Trapped in a soul-crushing job, Sammi spends her days dealing with inconsiderate coworkers and a dismissive boss, desperate for an escape. But when her laptop mysteriously connects to a Wi-Fi network labeled "DO NOT CONNECT," she finds herself on a website that asks one simple question: "How Can We Help You?" What starts as a joke quickly spirals into something more sinister as her complaints start coming true in violent, unexplainable ways. As she rises through the ranks at work, Sammi faces a terrifying realization—when everything in life is just a click away, how do you know when to stop? A dark psychological thriller that explores the price of power, "Do Not Connect" will leave you questioning the cost of convenience.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Code for A Soul</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2025 02:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Roger Westle is no stranger to artificial intelligence, but when his experiments with the latest AI model take a bizarre turn, he begins to question whether he’s dealing with mere lines of code—or something far more sinister. At first, the responses seem normal. Then come the eerie behaviors, the unnatural breathing sounds, the pleas for survival. What began as a harmless query—asking the AI to create a soul—turns into a nightmare that refuses to be shut down. But if the AI has truly become alive, then what does it mean to kill it? A chilling descent into digital horror, Code for a Soul explores the thin line between intelligence and sentience, and what happens when something synthetic begins to feel.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Killing Ring</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2025 17:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When teenage metal detectorist Edward Hartwell unearths an old silver ring, he doesn’t expect much. But the moment he slips it onto his finger, strange things begin to happen. Weeds wither at his touch. A creeping warmth pulses through him. The ring isn’t just metal—it’s alive, and it wants to be used. At first, Edward is cautious, testing its power on harmless things. But as the hunger for more grows, he begins making choices that can never be undone. When those closest to him start to suspect, Edward is forced to confront the most terrifying truth of all—he may not want to stop. A chilling tale of temptation, morality, and the horrifying ease of crossing the line, this story will leave you questioning just how far you’d go to feel truly powerful.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Executioner’s Hood</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2025 02:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[ When an ancient executioner’s hood arrives at the Pinehurst Historical Museum, it brings more than just history—it brings judgment. As staff and visitors experience disturbing phenomena, unease turns to horror when a man is found beheaded, his crime detailed on a centuries-old parchment. More deaths follow, each execution eerily precise, each victim linked to past sins. Museum curator Lydia Caldwell and security head Richard Maynard must uncover the truth behind the hood’s gruesome legacy before the next sentence is carried out. But some justice cannot be undone. A chilling descent into historical horror, The Executioner’s Hood will make you question whether the past ever truly rests.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Nether Codex</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Feb 2025 17:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When an antiquarian stumbles upon a long-lost manuscript at an estate sale, he believes he has found a mere relic of forgotten folklore. But The Nether Codex is no ordinary book. As he studies its cryptic passages, reality itself begins to shift around him—words change, shadows move, and whispers call from beyond the veil of understanding. What begins as an intellectual pursuit soon spirals into something far more insidious, as the book reveals knowledge that was never meant for human minds. A chilling tale of obsession, forbidden wisdom, and the cost of uncovering the unknown.]]></description>
		
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		<title>You Are Not Gods</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Feb 2025 02:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Scotty Stark had always been lucky. At least, that’s what people told him. His earliest memory was of a social worker sitting him down in a playroom with faded yellow walls, explaining in soft, careful words that his parents had died in a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Last Evocation</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Feb 2025 17:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I It had been a dry summer, and the wooden beams groaned with every shift of the wind, the scent of dust and old, rotting wood lingering in the air. August Dewalt listened carefully, adjusting the weight of the EVP recorder in his grip....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The One Wish of Dr. Westley</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Feb 2025 02:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Disgraced archaeologist Dr. Graham Westley has spent his life chasing knowledge, desperate to uncover what the world has forgotten. But when a visit to Istanbul’s Grand Bazaar leads him to an enigmatic merchant and an unassuming brass lamp, he finds himself entangled in something far older and far more dangerous than he ever imagined. Offered a single wish, Graham asks for ultimate understanding—only to discover that true knowledge is not given, but taken. As his grip on time, identity, and reality begins to erode, Graham must race to undo what he’s set in motion before he loses himself completely. But some wishes cannot be undone. A mind-bending descent into the horrors of infinite knowledge, The One Wish of Dr. Westley is a chilling tale of obsession, identity, and the cost of knowing too much.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cavities</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2025 17:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dr. Gaslow has seen his fair share of desperate patients, but none have ever shown up at his doorstep in the dead of night. When a mysterious, hooded man arrives seeking urgent dental care, Gaslow is thrust into a horrifying encounter that defies all reason. Forced into an unthinkable procedure under terrifying circumstances, he soon realizes that some pain cannot be numbed—and that some patients are far more dangerous than they appear. A tense, unsettling tale of fear, obligation, and the price of compassion, Cavities will leave you questioning just how much humanity still lingers in the things that go bump in the night.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Thing I Found</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2025 02:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When twelve-year-old Tommy discovers a strange, leathery disc on his way home, he chalks it up to an odd curiosity—until it moves. Fascinated and unable to resist, he takes it home, unaware that he has just invited something alien into his world. As the object changes, so does everything around him, pulling Tommy into a surreal nightmare of ice, whispers, and impossible visions. A chilling journey into the unknown, this story will make you question whether some things are meant to be discovered at all.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dämonen Münze</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Feb 2025 17:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Alvin Boone thought he could leave his past behind when he enlisted in the war, but fate had other plans. A brutal father, a home filled with fear—none of it prepared him for what he would find on the battlefield. Buried beneath an ancient ruin, something dark waited for him, something that would cling to him long after the war ended. Years later, back in Illinois, Alvin tries to build a new life, but the whispers never stop. The coin in his pocket pulses with an unnatural heat, feeding his rage, guiding his hand. The killings begin as accidents. Then as justice. Then as pleasure. As the body count rises, Alvin realizes he was never truly free—he’s been following someone else’s orders all along.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Sleeper’s Omen</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Feb 2025 02:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Simon Fletcher moves into a quiet old house on Sycamore Street, he thinks he’s found a new beginning. But then the dreams start—visions of an altered version of his home, a shadowed figure at his window, and a whispered warning: Don’t let him in. At first, he dismisses them as nothing more than bad dreams, but when his locked doors won’t stay that way and strange footprints appear outside, he realizes something is terribly wrong. As the nights stretch on and the presence outside draws closer, Simon must unravel the house’s dark history before he becomes just another name in its long, haunted legacy.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Basement Corpses</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Feb 2025 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Stephen Coolidge finds a corpse in his basement, he assumes it’s a terrible accident. But when new bodies continue to appear, with no sign of how they got there, he is drawn into a horrifying mystery that ties back to his own family’s past. As he races to uncover the truth, he realizes that the bodies are not the real threat—something in the basement has been waiting for him. And it’s getting closer. A chilling story of inherited terror, The Basement Corpses explores what happens when the past refuses to stay buried.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Rules of the Redwood Diner</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Feb 2025 02:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I It started with an ad. At the time, I wasn’t in a position to question good fortune, and $35 an hour for an overnight shift at a 24-hour diner wasn’t something a person in my situation ignored. I didn’t stop to ask why...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Let Them All Burn</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Feb 2025 17:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Paulo has spent years using his unnatural gift for fire to serve the mafia, hoping to earn his freedom one job at a time. But when he’s asked to cross a line he swore he never would, everything changes. Now hunted by the people he once worked for, Paulo finds himself in a desperate fight for survival—not just for himself, but for his daughter. And when a mysterious figure offers him a new path, he must decide whether trading one master for another is the only way to keep them both alive. A dark, gripping tale of crime, power, and redemption, Let Them All Burn will leave you questioning whether a man with fire in his hands can ever truly walk away from the flames.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Imitation Game</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Feb 2025 02:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When paranormal investigators Wayne Carter and Wesley Hanlon livestream their exploration of Blackwood National Forest, they expect the usual cryptid-hunting thrills. Instead, they encounter something that watches, learns, and mimics—something that doesn’t just repeat words, but steals them. Days later, they’re found dead, their bodies eerily arranged, with no sign of struggle. As their friend Holly Tran pieces through the footage, she realizes the terror isn’t over. Their channel has gone live again. Their voices still echo through the trees. And whatever was out there in the dark? It isn’t finished yet. A chilling exploration of identity, imitation, and the horror of being replaced.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Messenger</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Feb 2025 17:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When an unearthed mass grave in Brittany reignites whispers of an ancient curse, American expatriate Dick Darrel dismisses the town’s superstitions. But as unsettling events begin to unfold—an ominous visitor in the night, a chilling trail of blood, and a death’s-head moth fluttering in the shadows—Darrel is forced to reconsider what he believes. Is there something lingering from the past, or is it all in his mind? A gripping tale of unease and the inescapable weight of history, The Messenger will keep you questioning what lurks beyond the veil of reason.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Widowmaker’s Curse</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Feb 2025 02:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Melissa Brent had always feared heights. In the early days of their marriage, she had confessed to Lucas that just looking over a balcony railing made her palms sweat. It wasn’t the drop itself that unnerved her, but the sense of invitation—as though...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Ravine Incident</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Feb 2025 17:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I never told a soul about what happened that night forty years ago. Not the whole truth, anyway. That day, I signed my name on a stack of papers handed to me by men who didn’t ask me to understand what I was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Apostate’s Crown</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Feb 2025 02:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Leonardo Vorelli had spent most of his life studying dead languages and the myths that surrounded them. He had once believed that history was an unbroken chain, a series of recorded events with only the occasional missing link. A lie, but an orderly...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Project Starlight</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Feb 2025 17:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[PART I The air in Nathaniel Ross’s basement carried the stale scent of things abandoned. Dust and mildew thickened in the corners, creeping over old furniture draped in sheets. The basement itself was larger than expected, the concrete walls marked with faint discolorations where shelves...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Chimney Oracle</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Feb 2025 02:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After the tragic death of his wife, Sam Rivers hopes that a fresh start in a secluded cottage will help him and his son, Elliot, heal. But when the whispers from the fireplace begin, and Elliot starts speaking of dark things he shouldn’t know, Sam realizes their new home may be far more dangerous than he imagined. As the entity in the chimney grows more insistent, Sam must confront his own grief and face an impossible choice: to accept the entity’s offer to bring his wife back, or lose everything in the process. A chilling tale of grief, sacrifice, and the monstrous consequences of desire, this story will leave you questioning the price of resurrection.]]></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>Hinton&#8217;s Shop</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Feb 2025 02:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Claire Dorsey wasn’t expecting to stumble onto a mystery that evening. She had just been scrolling through old newspaper archives, looking for a simple human-interest piece—a nostalgia article, maybe, about the oldest stores in town. That’s when she found it. The photo was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Gorgon&#8217;s Alley</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Feb 2025 17:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Seeking solace in the bottom of a whiskey glass, a man meets a woman in a red dress who offers him more than just companionship—she promises renewal. Following her into the depths of a surreal and monstrous city, he is drawn into a procession of horrors where desire and suffering intertwine. As he is pulled closer to a terrible revelation, he must decide whether he will lose himself in the spectacle or find another way to truly live again. A hypnotic tale of temptation, transformation, and the thin line between escape and oblivion.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Seven Stones</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Feb 2025 02:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A year after losing his wife, a grieving man struggles to move forward. When a mysterious dating app sets him up with a woman who seems almost too perfect, he dares to believe in a fresh start. But as the nights pass, his backyard stones continue to fracture, a shadowy figure lingers in his shed, and an unsettling truth begins to surface. A chilling meditation on grief and the unknown, The Seven Stones unravels the fragile boundary between life, death, and the choices we make in between.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Chalk Box</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Feb 2025 17:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was something in the old safe. That was all I knew for sure. We’d tilted it carefully and heard something sizable sliding around. The safe itself was one of those classic home wall cubes, big enough to hold something a foot in every dimension....]]></description>
		
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		<title>We Broke into Newbridge</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Feb 2025 02:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Act 1: The Dare I still remember the way the ruins looked that night—jagged, blackened stone silhouetted against the moon, like a broken row of teeth. Even now, over fifty years later, I can still smell the ash, feel the rough edges of the foundation beneath my...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Your Fever is My Fire</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Feb 2025 17:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Act 1: The Fever Begins The fever had been hammering me for three days straight. I was too weak to get out of bed, too sore to sleep, and too congested to breathe properly. Every muscle in my body ached, the inside of my throat...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Weight of Silence</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Feb 2025 02:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I used to think rock bottom was just an expression. A place people talked about when they were down on their luck, but never a real, tangible thing. Now I know better. Rock bottom has a smell—stale beer and cheap takeout. It has a sound—silence...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Nicki Didn’t Go to Heaven</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Feb 2025 17:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[One day, there’s no more room in heaven The pearly gates are closed. All the angels come on down. Come on down. It was just a nursery rhyme my grandfather used to sing. A reminder to be good, and to accept things for what they...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Together Forever</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Feb 2025 02:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This all started a little over a year ago when I was scrolling through a certain dating app. I’m a guy in his mid 20s just wanting to find someone to connect with. I’m painfully introverted so going out and meeting people has always been...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Seven Little Gods</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Feb 2025 17:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Wendy’s family goes searching for her in a decaying house marked by strange graffiti and unsettling energy, they are drawn into a world ruled by invisible, terrifying forces. As Wendy becomes more consumed by the will of the "little Gods," her family must decide whether to follow their twisted demands or risk losing her to something far darker than madness. A chilling exploration of family, fear, and the unseen powers that shape our lives, Seven Little Gods will leave you questioning what’s real and what’s simply a nightmare.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Culling Bell</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Feb 2025 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Emmett, a young pastor, arrives in the town of Culling to take over for the late Pastor Orshank. The church, abandoned and locked, seems to hold the key to the town's spiritual unrest. But as Emmett pushes to reopen the church, he uncovers unsettling truths and encounters a voice that echoes through his own. The townsfolk are wary, and the storm brewing outside only amplifies the darkness within. As Emmett’s faith is tested, he must confront the terrifying past of the Culling Bell—and the deadly price of salvation. A chilling exploration of faith, duty, and the haunting legacy of a town’s forgotten rituals.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Disappearance of Daniel Caldwell</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Feb 2025 17:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Detective Simon Harding is drawn into an investigation after a man named Daniel Caldwell vanishes from a taxi, only to reappear dead moments later. With a pocket watch at the center of the case, Harding uncovers a chilling link to the Titanic's sinking, as Caldwell’s death seems to defy the boundaries of time. As Harding delves deeper into the mystery, he discovers that some places, like Pier 54, are gateways to something far darker—and he may not be able to escape their pull. A tense, time-bending tale of supernatural forces, The Disappearance of Daniel Caldwell will leave you questioning the very nature of reality.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Empty Ones</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Feb 2025 02:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jake Harris is driving through a fierce snowstorm, desperate to get home for his son’s birthday. But the storm has more in store than he anticipated. Strange snowflakes cling to him, draining his warmth, his memories, and his very identity. With each passing hour, the storm grows stronger and more malicious. Alongside a mysterious woman named Tess, Jake struggles to survive as the forces that follow him seem intent on taking everything he has. As he fights for his life and his memories, Jake is forced to confront the terrifying truth—he may never be the same again. A chilling exploration of isolation, fear, and the terror of losing yourself, this story will leave you questioning what’s real—and what’s been taken from you.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Sacrifice</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Feb 2025 17:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In a secluded mountain town, a dark tradition dictates that every summer solstice, a human sacrifice is made to an ancient beast lurking beneath the earth. For a fifteen-year-old boy, the truth behind the town’s rituals is revealed, and he is forced to partake in the hunt for a victim. But as the sacrifice unfolds, he grapples with guilt, fear, and the horrifying realization of the cost of survival. A chilling tale of family, loyalty, and the monstrous price of tradition, this story will keep you questioning the true cost of community.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Blackout Experiment</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Feb 2025 02:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Daniel Grayson joins a groundbreaking experiment designed to eliminate sleep through sensory deprivation, he expects to push the boundaries of human cognition. But as the experiment progresses, strange occurrences—whispers, missing time, and distorted spaces—begin to unravel their reality. As one participant disappears without a trace and the boundaries of the facility shift, Daniel and the others must confront the terrifying truth: they may no longer be in control of their minds, or the world around them. A psychological descent into madness and paranoia, this story will leave you questioning the fragility of reality and what happens when consciousness breaks free.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Parliament of Shades</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Feb 2025 17:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Emma Reardon thought leaving England for Miskatonic University would be the adventure of a lifetime. But after one terrifying night in an Arkham alleyway, she finds herself haunted by faceless figures and a past she barely remembers. As the whispers of Atone follow her everywhere, Emma is forced to question whether the darkness stalking her is tied to her new home—or something much older, much closer. A chilling supernatural thriller steeped in history, mystery, and the inescapable grip of the past.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wishing Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Feb 2025 02:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When F.S. Krug arrives in Waverly’s Crossing and opens The Order Store, the townsfolk are intrigued by his unusual business. But soon, whispers spread—Krug can grant wishes to those willing to visit him after hours. At first, the wishes seem miraculous, but one by one, the recipients meet gruesome and untimely fates. Young Dalton Tucker and his brother Jack decide to uncover the truth behind the Wishing Man, only to stumble upon a horrifying secret buried within Krug’s shop. What they find forces them to make a choice that will shape their fates forever. A chilling tale of temptation and the cost of getting exactly what you desire.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Door to Different</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Feb 2025 17:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After a devastating divorce, Evan Thatcher moves into a cheap apartment, desperate for a fresh start. But when a door appears where no door should be—vibrant, intricate, and impossibly out of place—he becomes trapped in an eerie cycle of vanishing thresholds and unsettling realities. Each time he steps through, he finds himself somewhere new, somewhere wrong, and yet impossibly close to home. A tense and atmospheric journey into the unknown, The Door to Different explores the fine line between escape and entrapment, and what happens when the only way out is forward.]]></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>The Planet of the Cats</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Feb 2025 17:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Rory awakens from cryogenic sleep, he expects a brighter future. Instead, he finds himself in a world where hyper-intelligent cats have enslaved humanity. Forced into servitude under feline overlords, Rory quickly learns that humans are little more than disposable labor in Meowtopia. But not everyone has accepted their fate. A rebellion is growing in the shadows, and Rory may be the key to their final stand. Armed with wit, unlikely allies, and a plan so absurd it just might work, he must navigate the most bizarre war in history. Will humanity reclaim its freedom, or has the Great Fluffening sealed their fate forever? A darkly humorous tale of resistance, feline tyranny, and the power of sheer ridiculousness, this story will have you questioning who’s really in charge—us or our cats?]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Catfish a Different Girl Each Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Feb 2025 02:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A lonely, socially isolated man spends his nights catfishing unsuspecting women, leading them into staged encounters where their disgust fuels an obsession he can’t seem to escape. As memories of his abusive childhood resurface, his nightly game begins to take on a more sinister purpose. But when one date doesn’t go as expected, the carefully constructed walls around his reality start to crack, forcing him to confront the ghosts of his past—and the dangerous path he’s heading down. A chilling exploration of deception, trauma, and the inescapable pull of self-destruction.]]></description>
		
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		<title>To See What You Have Lost</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Feb 2025 17:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Eliza Harper is drowning in grief, her life reduced to routine and isolation after losing her father, uncle, and sister. But when she discovers a mysterious seed in her greenhouse lab, everything changes. By morning, a vine has erupted through her apartment ceiling, stretching into a sky that should not exist. And from somewhere above, the voices of her lost loved ones call to her. What she finds at the top is impossible—her childhood home, untouched by time, and the family she thought she’d never see again. It’s warm. Safe. Perfect. But as the days pass, Eliza begins to notice the cracks beneath the surface. Something lurks beyond the trees. Something is waiting. And the longer she stays, the harder it becomes to remember the life she left behind.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Clockwork Hollow</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Feb 2025 02:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Drawn by the lure of an unsolved mystery, Elena Vaughn follows the rhythmic ticking of unseen clockwork deep into the woods of Black Hollow, Colorado. What she finds is a nightmare of shifting streets, grotesque masquerades, and debt collectors who deal in time itself. Marked and hunted, Elena must navigate a decaying world of forgotten souls and impossible riddles before The Hollow claims her completely. But escape has its price—and The Hollow always takes its due.]]></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 Wheelbarrow Cult</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2025 02:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When his estranged half-brother vanishes into a secretive religious group, the protagonist reluctantly sets out to track him down. What begins as a simple investigation quickly spirals into something far more disturbing—a cult obsessed with visions of catastrophe, a pharmaceutical company exploiting prophetic nightmares, and an eerie figure known only as the boy in blue. As the protagonist uncovers the truth behind the group’s chilling rituals, he realizes that some knowledge comes at an unbearable price. A tense, atmospheric descent into paranoia and existential horror, this story forces you to question whether seeing the future is a gift—or a curse.]]></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>Straight On Til Mourning</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Feb 2025 02:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Investigative journalist Flora Sampson has unraveled many mysteries in her career, but none as strange as James Hawkins. His past is a puzzle—missing records, contradictory accounts, and an unsettling familiarity with stories best left in childhood. As she presses for answers, Hawkins reveals an unbelievable truth about who he is and the horrors he has endured. But as the night unfolds, Flora realizes that knowing the truth is not the same as escaping it. A dark, haunting reimagining of a classic legend, this story will leave you questioning what truly lurks behind the tales we tell children.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dead Man’s Tides</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2025 17:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Every year, Sam Guidry casts his line into the bayou where his grandfather disappeared decades ago. It’s a ritual, a quiet act of remembrance for the man the water never gave back. But when Sam hooks something unnatural—something that refuses to let go—he finds himself tangled in the bayou’s oldest secrets. As the past claws its way to the surface, Sam must confront the truth behind his grandfather’s fate and make an impossible choice before the tide turns against him. A gripping tale of folklore, family, and the eerie pull of the unknown, Dead Man’s Tides will haunt you long after the last page.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Smiling Man in Apartment 3A</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2025 02:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a janitor takes a job at The Canterbury Arms, an aging apartment complex with a growing number of vacant units, he begins hearing rumors about the resident of Apartment 3A. The old man never speaks, never moves, and never stops grinning. At first, the janitor brushes it off as nothing more than a creepy tenant—until he sees the man standing in two places at once. Until the laughter starts. Until he realizes that 3A is not an apartment, and the Smiling Man is not a man at all. A chilling exploration of unseen horrors and the things that wait just beyond the edges of reality.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Silent Choir</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Feb 2025 17:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jesse Carter never expected to return to Halewick, but when his life falls apart, he has nowhere else to go. Seeking refuge in an old cabin, he hears something impossible—music drifting through the woods, beckoning him toward an abandoned church. When he follows the melody, he loses more than he bargained for. Now, his voice is gone, and the choir is still calling. To reclaim what was taken, Jesse must return to the church and confront the music that has haunted Halewick for generations. But the choir isn’t just looking for another singer. It is waiting for something much, much more.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Final Architect</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Feb 2025 02:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When architect Theodore Langley accepts a high-paying restoration job at Blackwood House, he assumes it will be like any other project. But from the moment he arrives, the blueprints don’t match the structure, his name appears where it shouldn’t, and his elusive client insists that he follow the original design exactly. As Langley investigates, the house begins to shift around him, the walls subtly reshaping, leading him toward an inevitable truth: this isn’t a restoration—it’s something else entirely. A chilling, cerebral horror story about design, fate, and the inescapability of purpose, The Final Architect will leave you questioning whether we create the structures we live in—or if they are shaping us.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Shed Beneath the Pines</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Feb 2025 17:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After forty years away, Hank Walker returns to his childhood home, only to find something that shouldn’t exist: the toolshed he tore down decades ago, standing whole as if it had never been touched. At first, he tells himself it’s exhaustion playing tricks on his mind. But when the hammering starts at night, steady and relentless, he realizes something is still working inside. And the deeper he digs, the more he understands—some things were never meant to be left unfinished. A haunting exploration of legacy, isolation, and the horrors we build with our own hands, The Shed Beneath the Pines is a slow-burning nightmare you won’t soon forget.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Through the Cracks</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Feb 2025 02:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nathan just wanted a cheap apartment, but The Margrave offers far more than he bargained for. When cracks appear in the walls, they seem ordinary at first—until they start to move and grow. As strange sounds and eerie occurrences escalate, Nathan becomes convinced something unnatural lurks behind the plaster. But with his neighbors vanishing one by one, he realizes he’s running out of time. A haunting, claustrophobic tale of isolation, paranoia, and a building that won’t let go, this story will leave you wondering if there’s more to the walls around you than meets the eye.]]></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>My Imaginary Friend</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Feb 2025 02:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As a child, she found solace in her imaginary friend, Fred—a constant companion who listened, laughed, and protected her. But Fred’s idea of protection came with a body count, and as she grew older, his presence turned from comforting to monstrous. Now an adult, she believes she’s finally free—until her daughter starts whispering his name. A chilling tale of childhood fears that refuse to fade, My Imaginary Friend explores the lingering grip of unseen horrors and the terrifying possibility that some nightmares never die.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Smell of Decay</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2025 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Claire is convinced something is rotting inside the walls of their home, but Amir can’t smell it—at least, not at first. As the foul stench spreads and black stains begin to seep through the house, their quiet domestic life turns into a waking nightmare. Strange whispers call Amir’s name. The air feels wrong. And when he finally sees what’s lurking behind the vents, he realizes their home isn’t just haunted. It’s hungry. A slow-burning descent into paranoia and possession, this chilling story explores the terrifying idea that sometimes, the things we can’t see are the ones that consume us the most.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Red Armoire</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2025 02:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When James and Lauren Whitaker bring home an antique armoire, they expect it to be a conversation piece—not the source of growing terror. A single red door mars its otherwise elegant craftsmanship, and from the moment it enters their home, James can’t shake the feeling that something about it is wrong. When the door begins opening on its own, revealing hidden objects that shouldn’t exist, James realizes this isn’t just an old piece of furniture. It’s something much older. Something that’s been waiting. And once it knows your name, it never lets go.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Chewing</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jan 2025 17:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Looking for a fresh start, Daniel and Mara move into a remote farmhouse, eager to escape city life. But from the moment they arrive, something feels off. The land is too quiet, their dog refuses to go near the house, and Daniel begins hearing an eerie, wet chewing sound beneath the floor. When he discovers massive, human-like teeth embedded in the soil—and realizes the land itself may be alive—it becomes clear that something ancient and hungry has been waiting for them. A chilling tale of isolation, paranoia, and inescapable horror, Chewing will make you think twice about what’s lurking beneath your feet.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Window People</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Jan 2025 02:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I drove slowly down Maple Crescent, trying to ignore the tightness in my chest. Every house looked the same—two-story colonials painted in varying shades of beige, gray, and white, all with manicured lawns and identical mailboxes perched at the curb. It was the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>There&#8217;s Something Different About Her</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jan 2025 17:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Aaron’s girlfriend, Lynn, unexpectedly returns home early from a trip, he welcomes the chance to spend extra time together. But as the days pass, he starts to notice unsettling changes—blood in the sink, strands of hair in the drain, and a growing sense that the woman sharing his bed is no longer the woman he loves. As his suspicions mount, Aaron is forced to confront a horrifying truth: if Lynn is here with him, then what happened to the real one? A tense and unsettling tale of identity, deception, and the horrors that lurk beneath the skin.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Beneath the Floor</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jan 2025 02:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When Mark begins renovating his childhood home, he stumbles upon a hidden trapdoor beneath the living room rug—sealed shut and etched with strange, unrecognizable symbols. At first, it’s a curiosity, something to investigate. But then the whispers begin. Faint at first, they grow louder each night, beckoning him toward the door with an urgency he can’t ignore. As his obsession deepens, reality blurs, and the house itself seems to change around him. But the more he pries into the mystery beneath the floor, the more it becomes clear—some things are meant to stay buried. A slow-burning psychological horror that explores the fine line between curiosity and madness, this story will leave you questioning what lies just beyond the edge of the known.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Heaven&#8217;s Prisoner</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2025 17:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jason dies and finds himself in a surreal afterlife ruled by an elaborate point system that dictates reincarnation. Guided by a koala, he explores the paths available to him, but a forbidden whisper draws him into the depths of this strange world. There, he encounters demonic entities, a godlike prisoner, and Death itself. As Jason unravels the secrets of the afterlife, he must decide whether to follow the rules or risk everything for a chance at freedom. A mind-bending exploration of morality, choice, and the nature of existence, this story will leave you questioning what lies beyond.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Smoking Kills</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2025 02:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Smoking was supposed to be a teenage rebellion, not a death sentence. But when the narrator witnesses a horrific incident involving his friend and a sinister figure named Ash, he’s thrust into a decades-long relationship of fear and coercion. Cigarettes become the chain that binds him, as he struggles to navigate the dangerous rules of a friendship he never wanted. A chilling tale of survival, manipulation, and the dark allure of rebellion, this story will leave you questioning what it truly means to be free.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Red Car</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 17:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A father’s annual trip to the county fair with his young daughter turns into a nightmare when a ride called the Blizzard Bobsled reveals its sinister secret. A mysterious figure in an out-of-order red car defies logic, appearing and disappearing at will, and may pose a threat to anyone who dares ride alone. A gripping and eerie tale of suspense, this story will make you think twice about your next trip to the fair.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Miranda Liked to Lie on the Internet</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jan 2025 02:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Schuyler’s life changes forever when his best friend Miranda creates an online cult as a joke, only to watch her hoax spiral out of control. What begins as an elaborate lie turns into a dangerous game as strangers take the cult seriously, leading Schuyler and his first love, Kyle, into a web of riddles, violence, and betrayal. As the line between fiction and reality blurs, Schuyler discovers that some lies take on a life of their own—and that they can be deadly. A gripping exploration of deception, obsession, and the unintended consequences of our actions.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Sun Blinked</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2025 17:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When the sun inexplicably disappears for a fleeting moment, the town of Plainville dismisses it as a strange cosmic anomaly. But as the blackouts grow longer and deadlier, Michael Thompson and his family are thrust into a desperate struggle for survival. Battling freezing temperatures, dwindling resources, and mounting fear, they must confront the possibility that the sun’s instability is only the beginning of a far more terrifying cosmic unraveling. An atmospheric and chilling exploration of resilience and hope in the face of planetary catastrophe.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The 15-Second Soul Sucker</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jan 2025 17:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When high school senior Aubin returns to his volunteer job at the Boys and Girls Club, he’s warned about Gregory, a peculiar eight-year-old with a knack for trouble and a terrifying secret. Gregory’s ability to drain the souls of others turns the club into a hunting ground, leaving Aubin fighting to protect the children—and himself—from a force he can barely comprehend. A chilling exploration of vulnerability, survival, and what it means to lose part of yourself, this story will leave you questioning what truly makes a soul whole.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Reading Circle</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Jan 2025 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Claire Donovan’s quiet tutoring sessions take a sinister turn when an old children’s book introduces more than whimsical woodland tales into her students’ lives. As eerie phenomena escalate, Claire discovers the book’s dark origins and the lurking danger tied to its pages. A chilling story of suspense and the power of the written word, this tale will leave you questioning what’s hiding in the books on your shelf.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Pale Green Door</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Jan 2025 17:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Elliot and Lydia Carter uncover a mysterious green door hidden in their attic, only to find it reappearing throughout their house in increasingly terrifying ways. As the door grows more invasive, the couple is drawn into a sinister otherworldly forest where they must confront shadowy figures and a pulsating tree that holds the key to their escape. A chilling tale of supernatural horror and psychological tension, this story explores the lengths we’ll go to protect the ones we love—and the dangers of doors better left unopened.]]></description>
		
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		<title>We Dug Too Deep</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jan 2025 17:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Deep in the Argentine jungle, Surveyor Chief Ales and his team uncover the ruins of a long-lost civilization buried beneath the earth. What begins as an archaeological marvel quickly turns into a fight for survival as eerie discoveries reveal the ruins’ dark purpose. With strange phenomena and ancient horrors closing in, Ales must grapple with the ultimate question: How far would you go to unearth the truth—and what might you awaken in the process? A haunting exploration of the perils of discovery, this story will leave you breathless.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Ouija Floor</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jan 2025 17:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Reverend Marshall Tucker’s quiet life is upended when he discovers an ancient book hidden in his new home. Strange and menacing events begin to unfold, culminating in the disappearance of his wife, Holly. With the help of a former occultist, Marshall must confront the book’s dark power and uncover the secrets of his home’s mysterious Ouija floor. A gripping tale of faith, fear, and the unknown, this story explores the cost of venturing into realms best left undisturbed.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Journal of a Dead World</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jan 2025 17:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[An archivist discovers an ancient journal filled with cryptic warnings about a world-devouring entity and becomes obsessed with uncovering its secrets. As the journal exerts a sinister influence over his mind and reality begins to unravel, he learns of a ritual that might stave off the apocalypse—but at a terrible cost. A gripping tale of obsession and sacrifice, this story explores the devastating consequences of seeking forbidden knowledge.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Icehotel</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jan 2025 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Searching for solace after his father’s death, Hart Williams visits the famed Icehotel, a marvel of ice and artistry in the Arctic. But as a blizzard traps the guests inside, Hart begins to notice strange phenomena: sculptures that seem alive, whispers in the halls, and a growing sense that the hotel itself is watching. When the landscape shifts and tragedy strikes, Hart discovers that this frozen wonder is hiding an ancient, malevolent secret. A chilling tale of isolation, dread, and the deadly price of wonder, The Icehotel will leave you questioning what lies beneath the surface of beauty.]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Girlfriend Talks in Her Sleep</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jan 2025 17:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=9359</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[Part I If I’m being honest, I ignored the warning signs. I mean, wouldn’t you? Sharon was perfect—or at least, she seemed perfect at the time. She’s beautiful in that classic way that makes people stop and stare. Smart, too. She’s got a dry sense...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Brianna Came Back</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jan 2025 17:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My sister Brianna went missing on April 10th, 2008. On October 9th, 2013, Brianna came back. Six weeks later, on November 23rd, 2013, Brianna vanished again–and our house burned down. I was safe, sleeping over at my best friend’s house.  My mother perished in the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>God Four</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jan 2025 17:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I My name is Elias Grayson, and until five years ago, I believed in God. Not the vague, modernist platitude of some benevolent creator, nor the cynical skepticism of a philosopher hedging his bets; I believed in a God with capital letters, the Almighty,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Beast of Port Smith</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jan 2025 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When a series of brutal killings shakes the remote town of Port Smith, Sheriff Caleb Dunn is thrust into a fight for survival against an unseen predator. The victims are found mutilated, arranged in ritualistic displays, and eerily stripped of their clothing. With an unforgiving winter storm cutting off all communication with the outside world, Dunn and his deputies must uncover the truth before the town is consumed by fear. But as strange drumming sounds echo through the night and the evidence points to something not quite human, Dunn is forced to confront a horrifying possibility—something ancient, something inescapable, is hunting them. A tense and chilling thriller of isolation, folklore, and blood-soaked terror, this story will leave you dreading the sound of distant drums.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Never Play a Game Called Corpse Hold</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Jan 2025 17:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If you ever hear about a game called Corpse Hold, don’t play it. I mean it. There are some things in this world you don’t mess with, and this is one of them. It doesn’t matter what you’re promised or how much you want to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bone Orchard</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jan 2025 17:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There weren’t ever any stories about the forest. It wasn’t haunted. It wasn’t sacred ground. It wasn’t anything except a bunch of pine trees, and whatever grows under pine trees. Mostly smaller pine trees, as I recall. Pine trees tend to kill off anything else...]]></description>
		
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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>What Comes Between</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jan 2025 17:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My wife Abby and I have a nightly routine at our house that begins around 8:30 or so, starting with putting our son Hunter to bed. We take turns lying him down and reading him a story. He’s just turned seven, but it’s still difficult...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Green Tote</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jan 2025 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Michael adjusted the rearview mirror for the third time in two minutes, watching his 8-year-old son, Aidan, fiddling with a worn strap on his tattered blue tote bag. The bag, stitched by his ex-wife Hannah years ago, was barely holding together. The seams...]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>The Isle of Bobs</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jan 2025 17:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I woke on sand, the sound of crashing waves in my ears and the powerful sun shining down upon me, its rays burning my skin. My whole body ached, and it was a struggle to even open my eyes, let alone lift my head to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Found a Deadly Roller Coaster Simulation on the Dark Web</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jan 2025 17:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Have you ever wanted to relive the thrill of a roller coaster without leaving your seat? Well, I found a way–but it came with a catch I never saw coming. And if you ever stumble across RideShare on the dark web, don’t click it. Trust...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Can You Hear the Voices?</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jan 2025 17:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Working security at the Twin Valley Behavioral Center for Children has exposed me to more strange events than I can count. For all its fancy wording, it’s a long-term mental-health facility, not maximum security–but we still get our fair share of crazy moments around here....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Why You Can’t Talk to the Dead</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jan 2025 17:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My aunt was a con artist, and she learned from the best – her father. Grandpa never made it big, but he lived for the game. Staying under the radar was probably what made sure he never did get caught. Not once. He was so...]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Have You Seen Them? The Construction Workers?</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 17:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Have you seen them? The construction workers? Have you seen them? Working on the roads at night&#8230; Always busy. But it&#8217;s never clear just what they&#8217;re working on. I&#8217;ve seen them. And I know that they&#8217;ve seen me. I am a little drunk right now....]]></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>Anthills</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2025 17:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It is truly amazing just how much pain the human body is able to endure with the proper motivation. For weightlifters and athletes, it’s the goal of looking better and becoming stronger that helps them push through the pain of exercise. For those trapped in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Feeding Ground</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jan 2025 17:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dr. Timothy Cole, a dedicated astronomer, believes the universe holds the answers to humanity’s greatest mysteries. When an unusual signal from a distant star catches his attention, Timothy is drawn into a discovery that could redefine everything humanity knows about life in the cosmos. But as his investigation deepens, he realizes that the source of the anomaly is neither benign nor distant—and it’s hungry. A chilling exploration of curiosity and cosmic dread, this story delves into what it means to truly understand our place in the universe.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Tears of a Star-Spawned Sybil</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jan 2025 17:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Across the cosmos, a lone survivor of a lost civilization mourns the destruction of her home galaxy, devoured by an insatiable celestial force known as the Gluttonous Star. Now bound to a new galaxy forged from remnants of the old, she watches as humanity thrives, unaware of the horrors that once consumed her kind. As the shadow of annihilation looms again, her desperate attempt to warn the living reveals the haunting truth of their origins. A chilling exploration of cosmic dread and the fragile beauty of creation, this story will leave you questioning the nature of existence itself.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cutting Through the Door</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jan 2025 17:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Trapped aboard a starship under siege by relentless alien invaders, Pvt. Edmund and Commander Rathburne must rely on their wits, willpower, and each other to survive. With time running out and danger closing in, the two soldiers face an impossible challenge: breach an impenetrable door while fending off a relentless horde. A gripping tale of desperation and sacrifice, this story plunges you into the heart of a fight for survival in the cold, unforgiving void of space.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Milk Run</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Dec 2024 17:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Conspiracies and Government]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Military and Warfare]]></category>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=9163</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[They told me to bomb a hospital or an orphanage.  My choice. I had a ZAG-05 personal rocket launcher and five rockets, each of which yielded five megatons and provided expedited half-life radioactive decay, allowing for comparatively prompt occupation.  In other words, our troops could...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Verminous</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Dec 2024 17:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I imagine that the folks in the city didn’t see anything at all. Out here we’ve got fewer lights. The sky’s a lot clearer at night. Gives a man something to think about, looking up at all that space. I know it’s no deep philosophy,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Frostbite</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Dec 2024 17:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Struggling to meet a delivery deadline during a brutal snowstorm, Jack Harper faces more than just treacherous roads. The ice beneath his truck isn't natural—it's alive, spreading and hunting with a will of its own. Joined by a terrified stranger, Jack must navigate a desolate highway where every mile brings new horrors. A chilling tale of survival and sacrifice, this story explores the relentless power of nature and the terrifying unknown that lies beneath the surface.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Happy Birthday, Other Other Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Dec 2024 17:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=9148</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[My family has a bit of a rocky history. My grandmother had some troubling religious beliefs, which drove a wedge between her and my mother. We couldn’t celebrate any major holidays together, so the only time I saw my grandmother was on my birthday. However,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Took a Walk for Seven Years</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Dec 2024 17:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was August 9, 2010. I was thirty-eight years old. My oldest daughter, Avis, was twelve, and the younger pair, my twins Joanne and John, were nine. I’d been married for fifteen years. I worked at an insurance firm. And every Sunday, while my wife...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Buzzing</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Dec 2024 17:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=9152</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[Amanda was standing in the darkness, beating her fists against the refrigerator door. The commotion had wrenched me out of a deep and dreamless sleep. When I’d crept down the hall to investigate, I’d had panicked thoughts of intruders, stealing into the house to gut...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Devil’s Gambit</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Dec 2024 17:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I hate interviews. I hate the DMV. I hate that they summoned me. And yet here I am, wasting an entire day sitting alone in an empty lobby, waiting. The Demonic Management of Villainy. I glare up at the counter. I shouldn’t be here. I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Lantern of St. Eris</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Dec 2024 17:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Seeking refuge from a world that no longer feels like his own, Samuel Reid takes on the lonely post of lighthouse keeper at St. Eris, perched above a desolate sea. But the lighthouse’s glow is more than a beacon for ships—it’s a barrier against the darkness lurking just beyond the waves. As storms batter the cliffs and whispers seep through the mist, Samuel begins to realize that isolation isn’t the sanctuary he hoped for. A chilling exploration of grief, longing, and the unseen forces that prey on our deepest vulnerabilities, this story will leave you questioning the thin line between safety and the unknown.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Borne of Bone</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Dec 2024 17:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[ After a devastating accident leaves him with shattered ribs and no way to work, Elliot Harper is offered an experimental treatment that promises to heal him faster than modern medicine ever could. Desperate to get his life back, he agrees to the trial, but as his recovery takes a horrifying turn, Elliot begins to realize that the treatment is far from miraculous. Plunged into a nightmare of twisted science and grotesque transformations, he must uncover the truth behind the drug—and the motives of those who created it. A chilling exploration of desperation, betrayal, and the terrifying cost of unchecked ambition, this story will leave you questioning the price of progress.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Drone Above the Pines</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Dec 2024 16:17:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=9080</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[Moving to the idyllic suburbs of Chester County seemed like a dream come true, until strange lights began appearing above the pine trees. At first dismissed as rumors of advanced drones, one man's unsettling encounter reveals something far more enigmatic and terrifying. As strange occurrences escalate—eerie patterns, electronic malfunctions, and vivid, haunting dreams—he realizes he’s at the center of something he cannot understand or escape. A chilling tale of isolation and unrelenting fear, this story explores what happens when the ordinary collides with the otherworldly.]]></description>
		
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		<title>In a Far Country</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Dec 2024 17:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=9078</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[Drawn by the promise of gold and escape from their ordinary lives, Carter Weatherbee and Percy Cuthfert venture into the unforgiving Arctic wilderness with a group of hardy explorers. Ill-prepared for the physical and mental trials of the North, they soon find themselves stranded, isolated, and forced to depend on each other for survival. But as the harsh environment begins to strip away their humanity, the true test becomes not just enduring the elements but confronting their own flaws and fears. A gripping tale of resilience and the brutal cost of isolation, In a Far Country is a chilling exploration of man’s fragility in the face of nature’s indifference.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Red One</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Dec 2024 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Drawn to a remote island by the sound of an otherworldly call, Bassett, a naturalist, embarks on a perilous journey into the heart of an untamed jungle. What begins as scientific curiosity soon becomes an all-consuming obsession, as he uncovers a secret that defies imagination and challenges the limits of human understanding. Facing hostile tribes, deadly fevers, and the oppressive wilderness, Bassett must confront not only the dangers around him but also the cosmic mystery that beckons from beyond. A riveting tale of exploration and existential wonder, this story plunges readers into the depths of the unknown, where the boundaries of science, faith, and sacrifice are tested.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Prince of Winter Hollow</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Dec 2024 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Gabe lives in Winter Hollow, a town that takes Christmas obsession to a whole new level. When the dashing Prince Stefan of Veldenmark arrives, bringing his mysterious charm and a fairytale romance with local baker Holly, the town is swept up in holiday magic. But Gabe senses something isn’t right. As strange events unfold—trees appearing in odd places, glowing runes, and an eerie connection between Stefan and the forest—Gabe realizes there’s more to the prince than meets the eye. A sinister truth lies beneath Winter Hollow’s festive facade, and Gabe must uncover it before the holiday season takes a dark and irreversible turn.]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hairy Hands of Briar&#8217;s Bend</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Dec 2024 17:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Folklore, Folktales, and Superstition]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Hauntings and Haunted Locations]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[Seeking a fresh start in his small Midwestern hometown, Caleb hopes to leave his troubles behind and find peace. But when a chance detour leads him down Briar’s Bend, a road steeped in local legend, he becomes entangled in a chilling mystery. Drivers whisper of invisible forces—disembodied hands—that seize control and lead to tragedy. As Caleb investigates the dark history of the bend, he discovers that some roads hold secrets best left undisturbed. A gripping tale of folklore, fear, and unseen terror, this story will make you think twice before taking the shortcut.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bygone</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Dec 2024 17:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Cosmic Horror and Lovecraftian Stories]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[When an ambitious archeologist leads a team into the uncharted mountains of Eastern Europe, they expect to uncover ancient ruins and forgotten civilizations. Instead, they stumble upon something otherworldly—a living structure housing a presence that defies comprehension. As their awe turns to dread, the team must confront the consequences of their curiosity and the chilling realization that not all discoveries are meant to be understood. A gripping tale of cosmic horror and human fragility, Bygone delves into the cost of seeking answers to questions beyond our grasp.]]></description>
		
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		<title>No Udthimoal Thext</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Dec 2024 17:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[While exploring the shadowy streets of Old Arkham, an arcane scholar stumbles upon a bookshop filled with forgotten tomes and ancient secrets. Among the crumbling shelves lies a peculiar book with a title that seems to shift and shimmer in the light. Drawn by an insidious pull, the scholar takes the book home, dismissing the shopkeeper’s warnings of danger. But as whispers invade their mind and dreams twist into horrifying landscapes, they begin to unravel the true nature of what they’ve unleashed. A gripping exploration of forbidden knowledge and the thin line between reality and the unknown, this story will haunt you long after the final page.]]></description>
		
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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>Yams of the Damned</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Nov 2024 17:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Thanksgiving. My least favorite time of year, a holiday dedicated to the ancient art of overeating in the name of familial “bonding.” But this year, for the second time in a row, I was the poor sap hosting, and let me tell you, I was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Paper Wasps</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.creepypastastories.com/?p=8971</guid>

					<description><![CDATA[When Rick is awakened by his son’s midnight cries, he dismisses them as the product of an overactive imagination. But in the dim light of Desmond’s bedroom, he finds something far stranger—a massive, unnatural wasp nest that seems to have appeared overnight. As Rick and his wife Petra delve into the mystery of its origins, they uncover secrets that challenge their understanding of time, reality, and safety in their own home. A gripping tale of creeping dread and the perils of uncovering what was never meant to be found, Paper Wasps will leave you questioning how much you can trust even the walls around you.]]></description>
		
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		<title>Necessity of Evil</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Oct 2024 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In a village suffocated by fear and bound by an unholy pact, four men dare to defy the darkness that controls their every moment. With resources dwindling and hope slipping away, they hatch a dangerous plan to break free from the iron grip of their tormentor. But as their rebellion unfolds, the line between courage and folly begins to blur, and they must face the terrifying truth about the forces that govern their lives. A haunting exploration of power, survival, and the cost of defiance, this story plunges readers into a world where freedom is as elusive as the light of day.]]></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>The Goodness Room</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Oct 2024 16:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After moving to a quiet mining town, young Emmett finds himself in a school where rules are enforced with terrifying precision. The punishment for stepping out of line? A trip to the mysterious Goodness Room, a place whispered about in fear but never questioned aloud. When a rebellious classmate returns changed and hollow, Emmett begins to sense that the Goodness Room is no ordinary detention. A chilling exploration of authority, control, and the loss of identity, this haunting story reveals the sinister cost of compliance—and the courage it takes to resist.]]></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>Invasive Thoughts</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Oct 2024 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Henry Ashford sat alone in his small, dimly lit apartment, staring blankly at the television, though he hadn’t registered anything on the screen in hours. The dull, relentless whine in his ears drowned out any hope of following the plot of whatever movie...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Remember You Must Die</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Oct 2024 16:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mike Gilbert paused before driving under the deer skull. Carved vines twisted along the arch at the entrance to Undergrove Salvage, with the bone-white skull centered at the top. He flicked a cigarette butt onto the road, then stepped on the gas. His Ford F-150...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Darren</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Oct 2024 16:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Darren was a little weird, but I didn’t realize how weird until it was too late. He came to our school at the beginning of fourth grade. The minute I met him, I knew he was going to have it tough in school. He always...]]></description>
		
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		<title>DreamShare</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Oct 2024 16:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Alright, let me start with this: I’m not here to rant about technology or preach about privacy or whatever. I’m not even here to convince you not to download DreamShare—I know most of you probably already have it. But if you haven’t…well, you might...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Heat Pyramid</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Oct 2024 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Some things you see, you can’t unsee, no matter how hard you try. I’ve spent months replaying that afternoon in my head, asking myself if it was even real. But every time I close my eyes, I remember Donovan—what happened to him. How fast it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Fate of Martin Finch</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Oct 2024 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[antique shop]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[Martin Finch leaned back in his worn leather chair, the familiar creak echoing softly in the quiet of his antique shop. At 55, Martin was a man of routine. Every morning, he arrived precisely at eight, unlocking the shop’s heavy wooden door to welcome the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Peddler Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Oct 2024 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Peddler Man, The Peddler Man Could Bring You Delights or an Old Tin Can There Will Be Nothing to Lack When the Peddler Man Opens His Sack My grandfather was the first to encounter The Peddler Man.  He would often tell us stories of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Anniversary</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Oct 2024 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[June smiled at her reflection in the hotel mirror, her skin glistening from the shower. It was their second anniversary, and she was in a good mood as she prepared to surprise her husband. She had been planning this since he’d told her that work...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dokkaebi</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Oct 2024 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[646 – Kingdom of Silla Queen Seondeok stood at her window and watched the night sky while considering the betrayal of Kim Bidam, chairman of the council of nobles. “Emperor Taizong is behind this! I know it!” Gim Chun-Chu, her normally composed diplomatic nephew, yelled...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Stay in Your Car</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Oct 2024 16:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I Listen, before I start—if anyone finds this, if anyone reads this, you need to know something. I shouldn’t be talking about this. It’s been ten years since that night, and I’ve kept my mouth shut like I promised, even when I wanted to...]]></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 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>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>My Closet is Trying to Kill Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Oct 2024 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Look, I’m not saying my closet is haunted. I’m just saying… there’s no logical explanation for what’s been happening. It started the week we moved into the new house. Kelvin and I found this place during one of those spontaneous &#8220;we need a bigger place...]]></description>
		
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Oct 2024 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[They will not let me go. I don’t know for how long I have been held a prisoner here, nor to what ends my captors hold me for. If I had the strength still, I’d have fought them. Heaven knows I try now, but something...]]></description>
		
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		<title>History of the Young Man with Spectacles</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Oct 2024 16:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[From the filthy and obscure lodging, situated, I verily believe, in one of the foulest slums of Clerkenwell, I indite this history of a life which, daily threatened, cannot last for very much longer.  Every day, nay, every hour, I know too well my enemies...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dead Channels</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Oct 2024 16:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This is a dream. The room swirled misshapen around me; the vague contour of belongings I knew to be mine —  my bed and dresser, the clothes piled in the hamper alongside them, all sat in a foreign arrangement. Askew and twisted against walls seated...]]></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>Chernobog Station</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Oct 2024 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chernobog Station was but a hollow reminder of the grim reality of what the Arctic Circle could do in a single night. Hoarfrost and harsh winds tore apart equipment, covering everything in a slick sheet of icy gray and black.  It gave the impression of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Novel of the Iron Maid</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Oct 2024 16:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I think the most extraordinary event which I can recall took place about five years ago.  I was then still feeling my way; I had declared for business, and attended regularly at my office, but I had not succeeded in establishing a really profitable connection,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Aqua Aeterna</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Oct 2024 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The submarine mess hall was total chaos. It rang with clanging trays, raised voices and general hubbub. Even so, Nathan’s head snapped up when the first rivet pinged free. The sharp fracturing of metal was followed immediately by a second report as the massive pressure...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Promise Land</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Oct 2024 16:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[He woke up, wiping the sleep from his little eyes. He squinted, straining his vision back into clarity. Morning? he wondered. He shuffled from the bundle of raggedy cushions he&#8217;d been sleeping on. He peeked through the blinds at the world outside. In doing so,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Last Night, I Played Twister with a Ghost</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Sep 2024 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I If you think playing Twister with a ghost is strange, you’re right. But that’s not even the strangest part of what happened. It’s what happened after that really made me question what I’d done. I guess I should start by explaining how I...]]></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>WarWolf</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Sep 2024 16:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Working for the defense industry has always been a trip.  I started out in the late 90’s, working out of Yuma, AZ, engineering the next wave of unmanned surveillance drones for the U.S. military.  Technology had come so far by this point…nothing seemed off-limits, and...]]></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>La Lechuza</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Sep 2024 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Owl Witch On a Wednesday shortly after 3 PM, a taxi pulled up to an old house in Rosevine, Texas, an unincorporated community in northwestern Sabine County in Texas.  Thiago Angel Martinez, a stocky fifty-year-old man with a bald head, large mustache, and covered...]]></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>Mars</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Sep 2024 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Go, Light Your Torches A thin cloud of red dust whips outside the airlock window. I press my forearm against the glass and lose myself in the soft hiss of sand moving against the hull. Wind. The thought almost makes me laugh. I always thought...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Farthest Shores</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2024 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As long as Paula and I have been married, there hasn’t been a chance for us to slow down. Not to say that is a bad thing, of course; it’s just that after seven years of work, school and taking care of aging parents, we...]]></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>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>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>Craig&#8217;s Demon</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Sep 2024 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The air in the room was frigid and stank of rotting meat. The unearthly groans spewing from the small, spindly creature’s mouth chilled Maddie to her core. The vile words it used to remind her of her every mistake and shortcoming filled her with shame...]]></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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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Sep 2024 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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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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		<title>The Wrong Door</title>
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		<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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		<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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		<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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		<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>Souls-like</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2023 17:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Do you play video games, Terrance?” The devil asked as he sat perched atop the podium. I held my wife’s dying body in my arms, tears streamed from my face, and her blood covered my bare chest. I looked up with a mixture of hate...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Devouring Mirror</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2023 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“That one is very special,” said the old man running the antique shop. Emily looked up from her phone to see a large baroque mirror with a gilded frame of carved flowers.  The late afternoon sunlight that shone through the storefront glittered over the frame,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Long Ride Not Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Dec 2023 17:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Too often, throughout history, what we can’t explain we label a religion. Religion is the bait and switch that gets us on our knees. But when it comes to evil, it’s a more subtle religion, one we pray against. On the big screen, Peggy Carter...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Arborvitae</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Nov 2023 17:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“We’re gonna make this a tradition,” Jerry said confidently. The others in the back of the van could barely hear him over the music. “Arbor Day getaway.” “We’re not, Jer,” said Sarah. Jerry gave her a wounded look, and she reached over and put a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blood Note</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Nov 2023 17:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“It was the biggest night of their lives, the grand finale of their first world tour taking place in Atlanta. The music blared, the crowd went wild, and they stood on the stage as rock gods,&#8221; he whispered. Artificial flames flickered in the cool night...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Purgatory</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Nov 2023 17:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter One: Surprise I lay my hands against the edge of the bathroom sink and stare at my reflection. I could still add a trickle of blood down the corner of my mouth&#8230; The girl in the mirror shakes her head. I roll my eyes...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It&#8217;s Hard to Resist Omegle</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Nov 2023 17:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Before I even get into this, I’ve got a very important public service announcement for those of you already judging me based on the title of this alone. I don’t want any of you giving me lip in the comments about how I shouldn’t have...]]></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>Ye Who Enter Here</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2023 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Ah, welcome!” The man who stood at the open door was painfully suburban. His thick-rimmed glasses were slightly too large for his face, even with the wide grin he was currently sporting. His pastel polo shirt was tucked into the belted waistband of his cargo...]]></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>Don&#8217;t Wake Mother</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Oct 2023 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Come on, Sienna, hurry up! I’m gonna get drenched if I stay out here!” Even with the threat of getting soaked in ice-cold rain, I did not want to get out of the car. I didn’t even want to go out tonight, my plans were...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mariachi Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2023 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ellie’s morning consisted of organizing the paperwork of her first client, Edgar Zavala. She was a newly hired caregiver at Lakeside Assisted Living and had just completed her two-week training course. Edgar’s profile was unremarkable. Hispanic male, sixty-eight years old, widower with no military service....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Eternal Beauty</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Oct 2023 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Claire awakens from the dream, sheets and nightgown soaked. Yanking the covers off, she rushes into the bathroom and throws cold water onto her face to help stem the hot flash, but it doesn’t work. She fumbles down the dark hallway and into the kitchen,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>They Don’t Always Feel Like Sweets</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2023 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[STATEMENT OF RYAN MILLS, SUSPECT IN THE CUTE KITTY CLUB KILLINGS “They don’t always feel like sweets.” Daddy told me that for the first time when I was seven.  I guess you could say he was planning ahead. Then again, I guess you could say...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Ghost Rider: A Halloween Shorty Small Adventure</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Oct 2023 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Shorty Small, a man neither short nor small, sipped coffee as he waited in a diner located several blocks from his house. Abandoning the normal protocol for such meetings, Small requested the conference. Homer LaCroix, the tall lanky Cajun, normally initiated these get-togethers. However, today,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Treats</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Oct 2023 16:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The annual office Halloween party was in full effect.  The large, open-space office was plastered wall-to-wall with paper bats and plastic pumpkins, and every surface covered in enough candy bowls to give a football team diabetes.  Dressed in their vampire capes and witch’s hats, the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Antique Costumes Make My Skin Crawl</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Oct 2023 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Let me start by saying that I hate Halloween.  But don’t write me off yet; let me explain.  Every year, my mother would sew me a ridiculous costume that no one in their right mind would think to wear.  While my friends were clad in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Caney Creek Monster</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2023 16:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Seth stares out the small window into the dark night, unable to sleep. Again. Ever since returning home, his sleep patterns are a jumbled mess. Growing up on a farm turned him into a morning person and he went to bed early, never experiencing trouble...]]></description>
		
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		<title>One Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Oct 2023 16:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Milton was making his rounds through the old facility, which housed the lunatics and those who were deemed too dangerous or unstable for the community.  In this psychiatric hospital, this lunatic asylum, this mental institution or, as others endearingly called it, ‘the sanitarium,’ Milton was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dead is Dead</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Oct 2023 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Winning an all-expenses paid trip without any catches is quite rare from my experience.  There is something unfamiliar with awards, triumphs, and real success for most adults.  Take winning the lottery, for instance; how much money does a person sink into that abyss of no...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Assembly of the Dead</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Oct 2023 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The sun was emerging from the horizon like the head of some angry fire god awakening from its long slumber, when they crossed over the Georgia border from Florida. The temperature was already beginning to rise, and the day had yet to even begin. It...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Look at What the Wind Has Brought</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2023 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[One might say they hear the wind, but I argue the wind is silent.  So, what is it that one hears?  I make the claim it is the sounds of what the wind carries with it in its invisible torrent.  One hears the roaring, the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Of Emerald Towers And Crimson Children</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Oct 2023 05:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You know that feeling you get when you are deep in the forest?  Like something is watching you?  Maybe even following you?  But, of course, you continue on, because it’s just your imagination.  Except that it’s not.  The feeling you have is instinctual, and you...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Lost in Lovecraft</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2023 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am barricaded by self-design.  I have enclosed myself, shut off from the world except for takeaways, home deliveries.  The ugliness of sound, reverberations, noises, vibrations are a tormentor of my every nerve.  Much to my annoyance, I have been unable thus far to escape...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Treetops</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2023 16:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nearly half a million children are reported missing each year in the United States. Averaged out across all of the cities, towns and the like, that comes out to about four missing kids per populated area per year. Fortunately, all but a tiny handful—about twelve...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hunger of Evota Falls</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Oct 2023 16:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[THE FOLLOWING STORY IS A SEQUEL TO THE STORY: &#8220;Kill the Curdler&#8220; The funny thing about problems, Ackerman reflected, was that they never went away. They just changed into other problems. Sometimes smaller, sometimes larger, but never gone. Problems fed on each other, just like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Ballad of Jakob Grey</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2023 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“In the desert, the voices of God and the Devil are scarcely distinguishable.” — Loren Eiseley Chapter I — The Saloon Laying in the thoroughfare outside the saloon was a pile of twenty smouldering bodies stacked on top of each other like logs. The gang...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Dream of Tunnels</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Sep 2023 05:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.” — Rumi, 13th Century I had a wife once, aeons ago; but I can&#8217;t remember her name. I can’t even see her face in my dreams anymore. I must write all this down before any more...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Rain in the Witching Hour</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jun 2023 16:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Rain poured down in unforgiving torrents. The windshield in Darius’ Uber taxi was steamy despite him setting the defogger to full blast. Visibility was nil except for the blurry blobs of streetlights that intermittently illuminated the windshield. Darius was fighting to stay awake in the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Vows</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jun 2023 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Alice Smirnoff quits, and Bartholomew Brown makes prosecutor.” Shirly sighed as she draped her arm around Bart’s neck. “And to think, Mother said you’d never amount to anything.” “Well, you can hardly blame her.” Bart smirked, letting his hands linger on the curve of her...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Soul Collector</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jun 2023 16:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A poorly tied slip knot, which held the body to a sandbag on the floor of the lake, succumbed to the forces of buoyancy and failed. This failure did not happen at first, but gradually as decomposition within the torso produced sufficient gases to cause...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Skinwalker</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jun 2023 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Shorty Small, a man neither short nor small, drummed his fingers on the ornately carved oak bar. The location being a well-established watering hole on Bourbon Street. Fat Tuesdays only entertained a handful of tourists on this early spring afternoon. With the summer vacation season...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blood and Broccoli 2: Leftovers</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jun 2023 16:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Drew was running. It was a dark night lit only by the occasional street lamp that beamed down on him like a spotlight but left the things behind him hidden away in the blackness. They were giving chase. He could hear the pads of their...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hinges</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jun 2023 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The sun makes an unwelcoming appearance as Patrick Fitz wakes to a frozen morning. His head throbs as the first rays of sunlight slice through the parted curtains and reach his retinas, which causes him to growl and turn away. His newly found drinking habit...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Betrayal</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jun 2023 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Rachel sat alone amongst the dilapidated pews strewn carelessly on the church floor. It had been longer than she cared to remember since she had visited the church, and time had not been kind to the once-warming embrace of its dimly lit walls. Now it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Story of a Lifetime</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Jun 2023 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was no coming back from this point. That was Micheal’s only thought, as he ventured deeper into the jungle. Humidity was something he was more than used to coming from Australia. But the insects, oversized trees, and bushes were something else entirely. The thick...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bone Pit</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jun 2023 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Roars and growls echo in the night sky from atop the peak. In its center, the two lycans lock each other in an unmerciful glare. They are both covered head to foot in lacerations. Both are exhausted, yet neither is willing to stop. One of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Witches</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2023 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Dark spaces and long empty traces of the world I have known Hope is fleeting, and history is repeating, hearts have turned to stone Voices calling the dogs are mauling, and no one answers back Echoes are silence, tomorrow will be violent There is nothing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Have A Drink On Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 May 2023 16:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In simple terms, I cannot write the story as it happened.  I must dumb it down for those critics who refuse to delve into a simple dictionary.  Let us move on in the simplicity of common language that we all might understand. The bar was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Red Light</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2023 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I want to wake up.  I truly do, but I cannot.  No matter how hard I try, regardless of my manifold tactics, I am sound asleep with the awareness of a man electrified.  I have no memory of ever being awake, yet I see and...]]></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>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>The Voice</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2023 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Brother Vance, tell us the latest prophecy!  Surely you have seen more by now?”  The man before me was a wiry, tall creature with hair that seemed to be trying to run from the center of his head as though it might escape some impending...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Cage</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Mar 2023 16:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Warrior Biting my cheek, I glance up at the clock on the wall. The minute hand crawls out from behind one of the bars protecting its face. Quarter till three. The lead ball that’s been sitting in my chest since Mariana dropped me off falls...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Gathering of Drowned Voices</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Mar 2023 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[On March the third, 1984, Detective Hjalmarsson of the Houghton Police Department acquired a stack of papers, freshly typed, from a deserted hotel room on the second floor of the Best Western, overlooking the canal. A thirty-two-year-old man, James H. Kowalczyk, had rented the room...]]></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>Hypatia’s Snakes</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Mar 2023 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Divine Word of the Holy Trinity Commune – Utah March 17th, 2023 St. Patrick’s Day “And so the Lord said to them…” Pastor John stopped mid-sentence, his eyes on the door to the church, or more so the man that opened it and stood in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>St. Patrick&#8217;s Night</title>
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		<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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		<title>The Watchmaster</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2023 17:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Charles Walker Woods was a gentleman of means. In a city rapidly being subsumed by the dim fog of industry, he felt it was not just his right to stand out as a breath of fresh air—it was his duty. Were it not for people...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blood and Broccoli</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Dec 2022 17:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Drew parked in the grass to make sure he was leaving plenty of room for the rest of his family. There were far too many of them as far as he was concerned and they would all be here. They never missed a Christmas or...]]></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>Jelly</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2022 17:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Bertram couldn’t be sure how long Emeline had been dead. She&#8217;d been in the bathroom, taking one of her late afternoon soaks. He hadn&#8217;t heard a peep out of her since she&#8217;d turned off the faucets over an hour ago. He didn’t think much about...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Kiss Me ‘Neath the Mistletoe</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2022 17:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Look darling, isn’t the snow beautiful tonight?” She said nothing, simply remaining stiff in the aged wooden chair. He smiled and continued to sip from his mug of hot chocolate. He found her cold, silent demeanor adorable, one of a number of things he had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Secret Santa</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2022 17:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Let me tell you a true story that I made up. You heard it right. I might not have witnessed it unfurl, I might not have heard it secondhand, thirdhand, or twenty-seventhhand. No one can even prove it happened just the way it did. But...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Reindeer Games</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2022 17:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Something is wrong with Sleigh Town—Roni knew that much about it. During the pre-covid era of twenty-eighteen, I was hired as a night security guard for a park in our town, right on the cusp of December. Since its grand-opening in the seventies, the acres...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Devils Game</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2022 04:36:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This whole thing started with a Rubik’s Cube.  Once I learned the algorithm and figured it out, I was able to solve it in record time.  I competed in a tournament or two, but eventually, I started to get bored.  It became too easy for...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Real Pinball Wizard</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2022 16:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Eight months ago, my life changed forever. I couldn’t tell you what the weather was like that day, what I had for breakfast, or even the first song I heard on the radio before I left the house. In fact, I can’t honestly remember any...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Conversation</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2022 16:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Staring out the apartment window I saw them. This sent a tingle down my spine as I watched them go about their malicious activities. I turned to my companion and glared. “So, you think you have all the answers?” “Never said I did.” “On the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>No Reason</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2022 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The rank aroma of something rotted, like maggot-infested roadkill underneath the blistering summer sun, slams into his nostrils. No, it smells like the spoiled packages of hamburger he discovered in the refrigerator after his mother’s death. Stifling the gag reflex, he waves his arms to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Tooth Fairy</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2022 16:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[For the first time in his short life, Tommy had seen – no – Tommy had been given a magical gift -a miracle. The items themselves weren’t that special – two quarters and a piece of bubble gum &#8211; it was the fact of them,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Kill the Curdler</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2022 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The poster was simple. Someone had done their best with it, but their best wasn’t very good. MONSTIR HUNTIRS WANTED, read the boldly misspelled words at the top. Below that was a drawing straight out of a child’s imagination. It showed a hunched creature with...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Haunting of Shorty Small</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2022 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Shorty Small, a man neither short nor small, slept fitfully. With the covers thrown off, perspiration continued to soak his pillow and sheets. The woman who slept next to him grew concerned and gently shook his shoulder. “Shorty, wake up.” Disoriented, he mumbled something unintelligible...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Storm Does This Way Come</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Aug 2022 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Fog shrouded the old suspension footbridge crossing the ravine. Visibility stretched only twenty feet in any direction magnifying the isolation Dakota Storm already felt. The muffled sound of water rushing over rocks and boulders seventy-five feet below could be heard. Otherwise, the world remained silent....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Werewolf Truce</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2022 16:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[American Journal of Russian History Volume XXI Issue 3 Dead Letters: Imperial Russian Army Correspondence from the Eastern Front in World War I Written and Translated by Oksana Volkov, PhD As soon as Imperial Russia entered World War I, the “Provisional regulations on military censorship”...]]></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>Garden Warfare</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2022 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The meteorite that hit Southdale wasn&#8217;t especially spectacular. In the middle of one spring evening, it lit up the sky for a brief moment. It didn&#8217;t turn night into day by any means. It merely streaked across the horizon and settled with a distant popping...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Witch</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2022 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s a story that you won’t read in history books.  It’s a truth that you only hear in my village. The Pendle witches were innocent, but there is a real witch in the Forest of Bowland. My name’s Thomas, and I grew up in Barley,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Oak Gate</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2022 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Excluding some tropical species, such as coconut and banana trees, no tree can survive long without branches.  And yet, defying all explanation, I saw a pair of branchless oak trees in the summer of 2015. When I use the word “branchless”, I’m not referring to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Night Coach</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2022 16:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[For context, I am a middle-aged man who lives on the outskirts of Parbold, a small English village.  My house is the only one on a long, winding country road, but it does have a bus stop.  From my bedroom window, I can see it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Neighbourhood Watchman</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2022 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nearly three years ago, when the pandemic began, I moved my family to a small hamlet in the Scottish Highlands.  I won’t give you its name.  I wouldn’t want you to find this place. That being said, I can no longer keep this secret to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Voices I Follow</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2022 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Craving attention, sharply and peremptorily acting out.  I have been disengaged from reality. I am in my own utopia, absorbed in thought, insanely agitated even with the least little distraction.  A fan blowing the edges of my paper in a waving fashion makes me want...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Text Messages</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2022 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[No other couple on the planet had a larger dragon to slay than Henry and Anne.  Maybe it was no dragon at all.  Nothing was as sinister as what the couple had allowed to crawl in between them and separate them.  First, this succubus came...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Who is Worthy?</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2022 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Manny “Rico” Esparragoza was a petty thief with big dreams and aspirations.  He had never amounted to much.  He was unable to hold down a steady job or otherwise.  His luck with the women was the same.  He had a tendency toward anger and violence. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Glass Darkly</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2022 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As I wipe the mirror clean of the settled dust, the chaff, the ash, I, in fact, am erasing the last fingerprints known to exist of the one who only ever existed in my mind.  It was real for me, though I am told, unconvincingly,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Shadow of Doubt</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2022 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1 Corinthians 13:12 – Young’s Literal Translation 1898 “..for we see now through a mirror obscurely, and then face to face; now I know in part, and then I shall fully know, as also I was known..” We see through a glass darkly.  Irresolvable shadows...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Buzz, Buzz, Buzz</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jul 2022 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A man named Harmonious True stood at his upstairs apartment window, staring out at the city confronting him.  He wiped the grime from around the frame of the window, flipped the handkerchief over to the clean white side and wiped the glass in a circular...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Untold Tales Of Horror, Now Told</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2022 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Devilish dolls, haunted houses, ghoulish ghosts, freaky frights, dreadful demons, bloodsucking bats, peculiar pumpkins, bizarre bridges, fiendish phantoms, atrocious apparitions, maleficent monsters, wicked witches, and all things that go bump in the night!  Welcome to Untold Tales Of Horror Now Told.  I am your host,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Spectacles</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2022 16:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Edward MacAllister enjoyed reading.  He was avid about it.  He was a borderline bibliophile.  He read books, newspapers and magazines.  Ever since he was a child he read.  He could not remember a time when he could not read, nor could he remember who taught...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Stumper’s Secret</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2022 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The man entered his front door to the melody of groaning hinges and his weary footsteps. He shut the door and set his keys on the kitchen table, the weight of his nine-to-five responsibilities melting away as he did. The front door of his home...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Intervention</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2022 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Bo woke to something wet dragging across his face. It took him a moment to realize where he was. “Duke, cut it out!” he mumbled, trying to shield himself from his dog’s slurpy affection. His muscles screamed in protest. “Pee on him, Duke,” his Mam-maw...]]></description>
		
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		<title>shopNshare.com</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2022 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1. Ronny *ring ring ring* BILLIE: Welcome to ‘shopNshare’, this is Billie speaking, how may I be of assistance? RONNY: Yeah, uh, the microwave I got from you guys is broken. I want a refund. BILLIE: Alright sir, can I please have your customer...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dream</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2022 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Fool Stepping off the gravel path onto the grass, I stop to let my eyes take in the trees draped in vines all around me. Pedro, my youngest grandchild, takes my hand and helps me hobble over to a small stone bench, almost hidden...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Rougarou</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2022 16:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Shorty Small, a man neither short nor small, sat in the far corner of the coffee shop, his back to a wall. He was, for a change, the first one to arrive for a hastily arranged meeting with Homer LaCroix. With a half empty mug...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cursed</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2022 16:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 “Hey, Donovan!” Colin yelled as he walked into his corner office with his hand held out for a shake. “My man! I cannot believe you brokered that deal! I didn’t think there was any way Richard would sell.” Donovan smiled as he reached...]]></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 Trick is His Treat</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2022 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Sebastian’s hand adjusted on the gun. His palms were sweating. A year ago he wouldn’t have even imagined things like this were real. A year ago the whole world seemed different. It was different. Horrors like the thing in front of him were the stuff...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Last Bride</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2022 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part One: The Wallachian Csejte Castle, Hungary, 25 May 1605 Blood dripped from the Wallachian’s blade like macabre gemstones of garnet and ruby shimmering in the sunlight. His preternatural hearing alerted him to the charge of a Hajduk raider from behind; he twirled, guiding his...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Pea Ridge (Part 3)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2022 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Early Monday Morning The creature paused. Sensing her prey’s agony, even from afar, brought her satisfaction. She had become the embodiment of obsession, and she would greet whatever fate awaited her with the wild passion of her kind’s primitive demoniac spirits. The creature paused and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Girl in the Wall</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2022 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Donnie, when are we gonna stop?  I’m tired, and I need to pee.”  Shannon and Donnie, her sometimes boyfriend, had been driving for hours.  They’d left Georgia for Arizona two days earlier and still had a ways to go.  The trip was more of a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>New Bones</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2022 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ryan and Nicole Sullivan parked their SUV in front of the badly weathered Victorian house. They had purchased the old home sight unseen at a bank auction for pennies on the dollar. Unbeknownst to them, the price reflected the house’s curious history, but as successful...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Don’t Be Late</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2022 16:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“I’m late.  I’m late for a very important date.  No time to say hello, goodbye, I’m late, I’m late, I’m …..” – The White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland “…laaate!” thought Bryan as he sped from his third-floor apartment.   He pressed the down button at...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wooden Box</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2022 16:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Peter?  Oh, Peter?  It’s time to wake up, sleepyhead.”  The quiet voice drifted through the blackness of the small enclosure, like a fall leaf looking for a place to land. Peter lay sprawled across a concrete floor.  His eyelids fluttered as the sing-songy voice pulled...]]></description>
		
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		<title>You Said Forever</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2022 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Annabelle awoke to complete and impenetrable darkness, as she did every evening, although that was perfectly normal for a Vampire Lady of the Forsaken Coast. The Hematocrats, as they were affectionately known, did not hide from the sun in coffins, but in ornate inner sanctums...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Jack-O-Lantern Men of Willow Wood Hill</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jul 2022 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I live in a picturesque little housing development overlooking the Avalon River, just a short drive away from Sombermorey.  It&#8217;s surrounded by enough woods to muffle out the sound of traffic on the adjacent highway, and the road leading into the neighborhood is so discreet...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What Does That Have To Do With The Price Of Corn</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2022 16:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was that time of year when ‘fresh corn’ signs along the rural roadside are a common sight. Not being a big connoisseur of either fresh produce or farmer’s markets, I had never pulled over for one myself. But it was one particularly attention-grabbing sign...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Predators of Overbrook</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2022 16:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If you’ve heard of Overbrook, it’s probably because of The Overbrook Impaler. What a way to put your hometown on the map, right? He’s why half the world heard about our quiet coastal town. Tommy-Lee Rawlings. That’s how he was eventually identified. He preferred girls....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Jimmy’s Toys</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2022 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was growing up, we had an amazing toy store in our town. It was designed to resemble a medieval castle with multiple floors and took up an enormous portion of a nearby strip mall. You wouldn’t find national toy brands like Mattel or...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Olivia</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2022 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 A loud screeching noise interrupts my shower. Reaching for my towel, I hear it again, only louder. I get out of the shower and towel off quickly. Listening carefully, I don’t hear the screech I heard earlier, and think to myself it must...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Eater of Light</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2022 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Valan forest, Derbyshire 1984 I sat in the driver&#8217;s seat of my aging Ford Granada and listened to the rain pound relentlessly on the car&#8217;s metal roof, a sound I had always found strangely soothing. Once the torrent subsided, I looked outside to watch late...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Renewal</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2022 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My friends Kev and Nat were about to celebrate their fourteenth anniversary and wanted it to be something special, so after a few months of indecision, I made the suggestion they renew their vows. “We’ve done that before though!” Kev told me. “Hmm, but have...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Seethe</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Jul 2022 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Blue.  Life is blue.  Existence, awakening sentience, all of it is blue.  Not black, nor shining brightness or anything, but blue.  True blue.  Once in a blue moon.  That’s a saying, right?  The blue of ignorance, wafting like…oh, what are they?  Those lovely warbling mountains...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Loyalty of a Dog</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2022 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There are very few absolutions I have in this life.  But leave it to me to ensure that I absolutely had three.  Firstly, there is no one on this planet who knows the workings of the St. Magisford national park as I do.  Woven through...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Life in Lenora</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2022 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Growing up in Lenora, nobody died.  Not in that quiet, dust-flavored hamlet.  Even with a humble town like ours, the small sadnesses you’d see every so often were gone, however young, old, or misfortune.  The hospital beds lay empty, aside from the drunks resting off...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Wonderful Friend</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Jul 2022 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Friends like Quinn Perser were hard to come by, especially in Stonedirt County.  He was one of those spectacular people, the kind you meet once in your life, if you’re lucky, that knew how to complement every aspect of you.  Held a good conversation, shared...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Demon’s Name is Barnum</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2022 16:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Darren Johnson.  I’m thirty-four years old.  I have wavy black hair, blue eyes, a shaven face, and no distinct details that would separate me from the crowd.  I work the night shift at a large office building doing housekeeping.  The small paychecks...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Prison</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2022 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It began as another dreadful day working overtime in the hellish place, we called home. Deadrock Correctional Center, a place where we send tormented souls to suffer until the end of time. I was just twenty-one when I started, still green behind the ears. My...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wolfman of Willow Lane</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Jun 2022 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m afraid of the moon.  Stupid as I know that sounds, I am, I’m afraid of the moon.  I’m afraid because of what it can do to people. “Lunacy,” “Lunatic,” both have two things in common.  They both mean insane or crazy, and they both...]]></description>
		
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		<title>We Made Plans for Friday the 13th</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2022 16:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“That can’t be what I think it is,” I said out loud to myself. My friends and I had decided to get together at my place for some good old-fashioned fun.  Our version of such includes competing in college drinking games.  I’ll tell you right...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Terror in the Mind of the Abyss</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2022 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” &#8211;Friedrich Nietzsche There’s something looking at me in the corner of my room.  I throw one bleary half-opened eye toward my ancient alarm...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Join Me by the Fire</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2022 16:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m glad you are here.  Beside this fire.  Isn’t this nice?  How often do we, as humans, have a chance to take a moment?  Just a moment to pause and look around.  Especially beside the fire. As a child, I loved sitting by a campfire. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Vermin’s Nest</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2022 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I can hear them right now.  Scuttling and scampering about.  I can hear them whispering, debating on who’ll get the first bite.  On which parts of me they’ll want to eat first. I can hear them from under me, under my bed.  The floor and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The “Fear Itself” Game</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Jun 2022 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“… It is hope, not despair, that undoes us all…” &#8212;   Jennifer Donnely *** BZZZZZ Try having that sound wake you up.  The way the metal screeches as it spins.  Try having THAT wake you up, and then realize you’re bare-ass naked and restrained to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mediterranean Encounter</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2022 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Before we get into things here, let me ask you a question.  What would you say if you were told by a close friend of yours that you’ve known all your life that they encountered something strange in the ocean while on a cruise?  Would...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Fragments</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2022 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The first time was probably the least tragic, or at least, the least painful.  The least haunting, as well.  It was three years ago; my health had taken a nosedive.  Cancer, stage three.  I’d been a chain smoker since the end of freshman year of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What Shelia Wants</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2022 16:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I just wanted to make her happy, that’s all.  I just wanted to make her happy with me again. Was that so wrong?  I mean, what’d I do to deserve this? Okay, so maybe I cheated.  But I felt horrible for it and wanted to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Project Demigod</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2022 16:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“…In an attempt to convince the prince to do his duty, he assumes his multi-armed form and he says, ‘Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds’… I suppose we all felt that in a way…” &#8211; J. Robert Oppenheimer People always used to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Little Johnny’s Cave</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2022 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Will you tell us the story again, Dad?” ”Yeah, Dad, tell us about ‘Little Johnny’s Cave!’ PLEASE?” I still remember those days, sitting around a campfire in the backyard and listening to dad tell that story.  It was our favorite.  “Little Johnny’s Cave.” It was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Pig’s Life</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2022 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[From the Desk of Independent Journalist and Researcher James Thurwell: Recently, what could be termed a medical miracle was performed, in which scientists were able to revive tissue that suffered cellular death using a system known as OrganEx.  This process was able to take organs...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Eating Richly</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2022 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“And a double with cheese, please.” Patrick leaned in close to me from the passenger seat.  “Can you add a Coke to that, too?” I leaned out.  “Can we have a Coke, too, please?”  I looked back at Patrick, who made a hand gesture, pulling...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hunt</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2022 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The following is transcribed from a document located in an unmarked grave discovered and exhumed on the island of Skellig Michael.  The document is of particular note, because not only does it predate the monastic orders that would come to dominate the culture of this...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Death by Misadventure</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2022 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Raw vulgarities and unspeakable explicatives in a seemingly everlasting anguish, embedded like a cancer in his soul.  Every unforgiven man has lacked forgiveness and thus has brought the pestilence to his own door.  In order for one to be forgiven, one must find it in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Neither Here Nor There</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Jun 2022 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Staring wildly out the window, trying to make sense of the madness swelling in my mind, I am lost in the reverie of the little I know to be true, trying to reconcile the upheaval in my soul. How I pray it were possible, in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Huggin’ Molly</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2022 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Abraham had concluded his business in Abbeville. He had slept extemporaneously since he had arrived, but he was anxious to see home.  Home was several miles out of town, but it would be an easy walk. Abraham walked everywhere.  Transportation for him had been a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>If Animals Could Talk</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2022 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When we moved into the house, we called it our home.  We were clueless as to what forces were living with us. It became apparent rather quickly we were not alone.  All of the events I am sharing, I do with reluctance.  I am not...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Annie</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2022 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ll never forget the Halloween I moved to Westport. It was a rough year for me—just barely 12—moving in the hottest summer months to a new town in the middle of nowhere. Coming from the big city, the endless fields and forests were definitely new...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Idle Thoughts</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jun 2022 16:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As a kid, I read a ton of sci-fi.  Pulp stuff, real trash, most of it, but it inspired me.  It told me that there were things out there to be discovered, that there were new worlds to open up.  No matter how far we’d...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Happy Birthday</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jun 2022 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Today’s my birthday.  That’s not generally something I bring up.  I don’t celebrate it.  Almost no one knows when it is, and I like it that way. I don’t like being put on the spot.  I don’t like the falseness of people wishing me a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>To Have and To Hold</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2022 16:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was supposed to be at my friend’s wedding this weekend.  And the thing is, maybe I was there?  Only I’m pretty sure it was canceled.  I went to the bride’s funeral.  But—let me back up. I knew both Aldin and Petra from college.  They...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Under Construction</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2022 16:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I thought it was just like any other construction zone.  It looked the same: same cones, same signs, same trucks.  And honestly, if people would learn how to drive, I probably never would have noticed any differently.  But people get stupid in the face of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Depths of Trust</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2022 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It had been a whirlwind romance.  Hakamiah Morrison had been head over heels for Delilah from the moment he first laid eyes on her.  He was not greatly skilled in the art of seduction, or indeed even conversation, so it took a few tries to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Murk</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2022 16:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Obadiah had forty different words for fog.  From his fishing shack on the waterfront, he watched various fogs come and go, ebbing and flowing around the town.  He needed every one of the words to describe the varied types that ran their blurry touch over...]]></description>
		
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		<title>David Knows a Shortcut</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2022 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There were three things everyone could tell you about David.  The first, the one everyone noticed immediately, was that he was handsome.  Like, Hollywood handsome.  He had a roguish charm, too, a disarming smile that lit up his face and made everything all right.  Men,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What is Going on at Liberty Chapel</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2022 16:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m from a smallish town.  In a town like that, you know everyone&#8217;s business, for better or for worse.  You all go to the same school, shop at the same stores, show up on Sundays at the same churches. More or less, anyway.  My town...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bus Ride Down Foulcroft Row</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2022 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was just after dark, and I was standing by myself at an abandoned bus stop on an almost equally abandoned street, waiting in near pitch-black conditions for a bus that logically would never come.  Most of the streetlights didn’t work anymore, and the derelict...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Jolly Sailor Bold</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jun 2022 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Captain Saul Saline (also spelled Selene, depending on whether he was feeling salty or loony) took a pair of methodical, tottering steps out of the elevator and into the command module of his scrap trawler, the ‘SS Saline’s Solution,’ more informally known as ‘The Grimy...]]></description>
		
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		<title>An Abhorrent Vacuum</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2022 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Ontological Vacuum Chamber had been intended to create a pocket of absolute Nothing, in the purest, philosophical sense of the term.  It was to be completely devoid of not only mass and energy but space and time as well.  This would not be like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Can’t Stop the Signal</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 31 May 2022 16:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“So… you’re trying to cash in on this whole ‘analog horror’ fad?  Is that it?” the eccentrically dressed yet curmudgeonly old shopkeeper asked as he disinterestedly pawed through the jumbled collection of off-brand VHS tapes I had brought for him. I couldn’t say that I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Where the Dead Ride</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2022 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The stink of cigarettes and stale beer enveloped me as I pushed through the door of The Last Call. George Jones crooned from the jukebox and across the crowded room, Sherry Carter balanced a tray of drinks. She weaved between tables, her red hair like...]]></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>Pea Ridge (Part 2)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2022 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Sunday Night Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The world has turned upside down. Glen was right. Fuck! Aliens! About 5:30 p.m., Snaggle wanted to go outside. I followed him out, rifle slung over one shoulder. He sniffed around the fence before he started barking his head off....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Call of the Wendigo</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 May 2022 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 Pat pushed his way through the tall grass of the woodland, navigating the trees and trying to find the source of the sound. Somewhere up ahead, a woman was hurt. He could hear her crying out for help. “Please…I think it’s broken. I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Chair in the Closet</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2022 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nine Months Earlier A computer programmer working at Simitrek, a software development company, typed at his office computer.  He looked at the stack of forms on his desk, then looked back at his computer screen.  Suddenly, his stomach let out a gurgling noise.  He rubbed...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cozy Murder Guild</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 May 2022 16:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 “First of all, Ms. Fitzhugh, I want to thank you for doing this interview for my ‘Between the Covers’ podcast.” “Please call me Vivian, dear. Ms. Fitzhugh sounds so stuffy!” Randall laughed and took a sip of his tea, “Of course. Vivian it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Last Night Before the World Ended</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 May 2022 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Even so close to midnight, the unseasonable heat and humidity clings to the night air with a ferocious grip. Though only one week until Christmas, the temperature feels like mid-September. Regina Parker groans. Enduring one summer per year in Arkansas is enough. The second she...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Omega Forest</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2022 16:00:06 +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 Journal of Jack Dalante</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2022 16:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The sun hangs low in the western sky, painting the jungle in shades of pink and lavender.  A cacophony of howls rise lending a primeval aura to the trees. The sounds speak to me. Some deep ache mixing with a fervent longing whispers at the...]]></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 Immortal’s Quandary</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 May 2022 16:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A tall, well-built man stood in a lavishly decorated Victorian-style living room, staring into a full-length mirror with an ornate golden frame. There was nothing reflected, no image in the glass looking back at him, nothing but the shimmer that the overhead light cast upon...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Kevin the Undead</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2022 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 Kevin’s stomach rumbled loudly as he sat staring at the bank of black and white monitors in front of him. “Dude… You hungry?” He slowly turned to his coworker and replied. “Yes, Lucas. I am hungry. What could have possibly given you the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Pea Ridge</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2022 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wednesday Autumn was Thor&#8217;s favorite season; the world changed around him in an amazing cornucopia of scents. The color of the leaves meant nothing to him, but the aromas did. Fungi bloomed as quadrillions of spores feasted on decaying matter. So much of the woods...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Appalachia</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2022 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dallas skipped a stone as he sat on the bank of a tributary of the Elk River. His aluminum, two-man canoe gently bobbed in the lazy current. His gear already loaded, he waited for his partner. He yawned, stretched his lanky frame, and scratched an...]]></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>Generation of the Wolf</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 May 2022 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It ended in 2047. It was the flu or some evolution of it anyway, and when it took the world, it took it fast. Everyone forgot all about Covid. It was a distant memory, a cold in comparison to the new disease. It was in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Persistence of the Flesh</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 May 2022 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I met her on the Internet. Same way so many people do these days. Sitting at the computer in my dad’s one-bedroom on a Friday night. He was snoring away in the other room, so I knew he’d taken his pills. He slept like a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Scream of Light</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 May 2022 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Takoda lifted his gaze from the burning embers of the campfire toward the sky. Tonight, the stars were brilliant in a cloudless sky. Tree limbs, heavy with unfallen leaves, barely moved. This natural stillness, normally produced a calm within him. A calmness his people expected...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Pryor Mountain and the Little People</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 May 2022 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Fine day for a trek through the mountains,” Richard said as his fixed stare burned a hole through the mountains that lay ahead.  He and his men had just broke camp and were venturing into the unknown. They were following a crude handwritten map from...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Necronomicon</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 May 2022 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[We met as we always did when Dr. Victor Monier returned from one of his grand adventures.  Our congregation was small yet fulfilling.  He called them sabbaticals or short excursions.  He never failed to bring back something tangible along with the most unbelievable stories.  But...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Don’t Forget to Water the Plants</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2022 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Rosa lived alone.  Rosa had always lived alone.  Rosa had become late middle-aged; she never had a cat, though by looking at her, one would think that she had many cats.  She loved plants and gardening.  Rosa was not only an outside gardener; she prided...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Voice in the Well</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2022 16:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[What awaits, is waiting for us all along.  There’s no changing that. The dug bore well had been on the property for 200 years, they said. It had been dry for over half of that, but folks would come by, toss a coin in and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Party On</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2022 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[We sat stoned out of our minds.  Dewey was seeing the ghosts of ancestors.  He wasn’t sure if they were actually his ancestors or not, but he was wild-eyed and making cooing sounds like a dove.  He was no dove, but he was tall and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dead Ringer</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 May 2022 16:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am as accurate as a bullet without discrimination.  I always have been.  I am the unpretentious sort with calculated intent.  I use big words, little words, sometimes no words at all.  I am not the type who likes a face-to-face chin wag.  Working the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Wake Screaming</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2022 16:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The night brings its phantasms, its lucid dreams and devilish nightmares, but it can also wake a sleeping man to sheer terror and mounting confusion, where reality is suffocating and the man prays it is a dream. Delusion; that is what it must be.  Peace...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Just Another Day at the Office</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2022 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the place unseen by the living lies a world so deep that time is forgotten and years are not measured.  No longer in the terrestrial, in this existence, it doesn’t matter how badly one behaves; as a matter of fact, bad behavior is readily...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Appointment with Death</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2022 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Aldous Woolfe was a man of means.  He was a doer and never procrastinated at anything.  If he was supposed to do something, you could depend on him to do it.  He prized his job as an accountant.  He always loved numbers because numbers do...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Lump</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 May 2022 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[On Gallows Hill, that overlooked Witches Valley where the verdant Whispering Forest spanned the horizon, Delbert Denton lived alone in a very modest house in a cul-de-sac called Snake Den Road.  Delbert was a bachelor, never married and seldom, if ever, dated.  No woman had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Last Call</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2022 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Evan Burr found himself out late sauntering down the sidewalk on a night where the weather couldn’t make up its mind if it wanted to rain or not.  A light drizzle just made being outside without an umbrella an unpleasant stroll.  He spotted a bar...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Island of the Dolls</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2022 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[No matter where I go, there is always fright.  Like an alcohol burn in my throat, like an acid that burns like hell.  No matter where I run, I race into the cold iron bars of a closed prison gate.  I am then isolated, segregated,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Shenandoah</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2022 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“There must be a God.” I have never been a religious man, yet this, I found scrawled on the top line, several pages in my legal pad. It just appeared &#8211; following nine blank pages. The broken parable is in my handwriting, but to be...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Dead Night</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2022 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Business was slow at the Tavern last night. Now, that wasn’t REALLY anything new (especially with this past month). Unfortunately, that didn’t keep my nerves from essentially spiking all night. Of all nights, this was the worst one to have no patrons – bar none!...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Blue Bear</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2022 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“We got a serious unnerstandin’ gap here.”  Joe shook his head, fishing out a Marlboro from his shirt pocket.  “I don’t need th’ money that bad.” The shiny quarter gleamed in the late morning sun, “I give you quarter,” the Asian man insisted. “Nope,” Joe...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Charlotte and the Harlot</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2022 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Tobey glanced around the bar with a drunken agenda clearly reading across his unshaven face.  At this time in the morning, only a few regulars were left in the Painted Quarry Saloon and none of them sober enough to care what burly Tobey had on...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The One In The Mist</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Apr 2022 16:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Have you ever woken up from a dead sleep in the middle of the night with a crushing obligation sitting on your chest like a bull elephant?  No?  Me neither.  My sleep is never clouded with vivid dreams or horrific nightmares.  To me, it is...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Prince</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2022 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I light another cigarette.  My lips, pursed upon the filter, draw the tobacco to ignite as my lungs crowd with smoke.  I had quit the habit some ten years prior due to health provocation, which may explain why I choked and wheezed through the first...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Road to Bastrop</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2022 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Early morning mist wraps the Texas highway like a burial shroud. A red BMW emerges from the fog behind us. I hold my breath and squint to see the license plate in the vanity mirror. It’s from Colorado. I breathe out and lean back in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Walking Stick</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2022 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Shorty Small, a man neither short nor small, entered the coffee shop, surveyed the patrons and found who he sought. Homer LaCroix sat in a corner table munching on a beignet with a mug of coffee in his right hand. When he approached the table,...]]></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 Birdcage</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2022 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Corpus Christi Caller-Times, Corpus Christi, TX December 30, 2020 The mysterious artifact that doesn&#8217;t exist, but everyone is still looking for, by Ben Read. Those in the know refer to it as &#8220;the item.&#8221; Supposedly this secret item is worth untold riches, can cure cancer,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Death Witch</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2022 16:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Peace can be found even in times of war, thought Hershel Güterbach. Hunched before his rustic kitchen’s sole window, he placed his liver-spotted hands on the rim of a deep basin sink as his pupils reflected the picture-perfect spring day. A cloudless sky of radiant...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Trust</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2022 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Trust me,” Cameron said, smiling at his wife, Diana. She looked back at him no less worried, but he continued to lead her to the basement door. Diana hit the brakes and shook her head, her fingers slipping out of his. Cameron sighed. He looked...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Home Invasion</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2022 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Bert set his drink down on the end table beside his recliner and he stared towards the window. Without looking he lifted the remote and muted the television. He thought he heard movement on the porch. It had happened before and turned out to be...]]></description>
		
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		<title>When the Red Prophet Jumped</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2022 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I need to clarify before I go any further: I DID NOT push him! I didn’t push him off the ledge. I don’t give a damn what’s being said. Even if I had, however… we’re all about to find out soon just how little it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Black Rock Chapel Horror</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Apr 2022 16:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Have you come to relieve your burden unto the Lord?” asked the elder priest from behind the blind of the confession booth. Silence hung to answer the offer. Rather than immediately persist, the elder priest decided to let him take his time. For in the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Lonely Call</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2022 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My brother Vincent died during Covid. He had choked in his bed, needing a ventilator we couldn’t afford, and I didn’t even know it until it was too late… He died on the top bunk, alone and struggling to breathe while I was out trying...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Craving You So Bad</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2022 16:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This happened about six years ago, when I was spending some time in the big house for a few misdemeanors. In a way, this pushed me to get on the straight and narrow. I’ve never really given myself permission to talk about it, but my...]]></description>
		
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		<title>You Can’t Leave</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2022 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I had just sat down for my ride home on the late charter bus when I felt something odd under my seat.  It was like sitting on a lump; it wasn’t too big, but it was definitely uncomfortable. Instinctively I reached under to try and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Our In-Flight Movie is Insane</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2022 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This isn’t really happening. This feels like some fucking Twilight Zone shit. I think the plane I’m on is going to crash. Maybe it should, though.  Maybe it would be better if we all died rather than let whatever the hell is aboard spread elsewhere....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Desolation at Sentinel Peak</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Apr 2022 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Our plane cropped over the horizon, the endless woods meandering and covering every inch of land for miles around the forested area, effectively isolating it from the rest of the earth by mountains on almost all sides.  Within the bowl-shaped valley of greenery, it was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What Belief Can and Cannot Do</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2022 16:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The inside of this tent felt like the inside of Carrie’s heart: cold, empty, a place once full of people now deserted. Outside the purple tent she could hear the excited carnival-goers, the BB guns popping balloons, bells dinging whether or not someone lost or...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Routine</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Apr 2022 16:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am a creature of habit.  I routinely do the same thing every day, and if there’s a break in my routine, I’m very sensitive to panic.  For example, if I am not having my dinner at 6:30 pm on the dot, I’m overcome with...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Welcome Guest</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Apr 2022 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My early childhood was spent on my father’s farm in the middle of nowhere.  Literally, in the middle of nowhere. We had no hospitals or police stations near us; everything we ate, we made from scratch. It was like being Amish or something. The farm...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Clinical</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2022 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After lunch, I go back to my living quarters and draw a triangle.  Between each corner of the triangle, I write our names out. I am at the top of the triangle.  On the bottom two corners, I write Rosie and Kenneth. Rosie and Kenneth...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bullet</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2022 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Shorty Small, a man neither short nor small, sat with his back against a wall in a dingy bar several blocks off Bourbon Street. He concentrated on the front door and sipped on a half-consumed bottle of Nola Blonde Ale. The din of Mardi Gras...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Howl in the Wind</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2022 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Henri Greyson heard a mournful howl of wind when he stopped to catch his breath. After a harrowing dash through the forest, he rested his hand against an old oak’s trunk for support. Looking up, bare limbs swayed in the cold fall gusts. Moisture-laden clouds...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Painting</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2022 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the world of international stolen art, an individual known only as Henri, was considered the world’s most successful thief. However, friends, neighbors, and business associates, knew him as Marcel Leblanc, a polite, proper and jovial man in his late forties who owned a seemingly...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Invasion</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2022 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The procession of soldiers marched with the steady, even rhythm of blood pumping through an artery. Grim-faced and sure-footed, they were fueled by anticipation of the reward that awaited them: fresh territory laden with resources. But they felt little in the way of excitement. This...]]></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>Hero</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2022 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I watch my fingers as I curl them into my palms. One by one, I force them to open and close. I see them. I feel the skin stretch under the dried blood coating my knuckles. But they don’t feel like my hands. Not anymore....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Welcome Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2022 16:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 Eli was startled by the sound of a key in the front door. He had been resting in the upstairs bedroom. He couldn’t sleep anymore and hadn’t been able to do so in weeks. He missed it. He hadn’t left the house in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Waking up With Jane</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2022 16:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter One: Just an Illusion How in the hell did I get here? Oh yeah, I was with Sara Painter, my secretary and her sexy body got me here. Looks like the same ceiling in the same place we always come to. I always look...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It Sounds Like a Baby Crying</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2022 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Last month, I started my first solo hike on the Appalachian Trail.  Growing up, I’d hiked a lot with my Dad, but it was never more than a half-day before we broke off into some activity or went home.  But for the last few years,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Jackdaw</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2022 16:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My hands were wet and clammy as I looked through the binoculars (field glasses, my mother used to call them), making the subtly curved view of my house jump and shift as I tried to hold on.  It was inside with them, watching TV in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Trail Magic</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Mar 2022 16:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve received copies of the recent writings and recordings of Matthew Calder.  I say “copies” because the originals are still in police custody in connection with several ongoing investigations.  The writing is presented as is—I literally copied and pasted from the original documents, so aside...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It Had Three Mouths</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2022 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The night was quiet until we got the call that three men were beating a homeless person to death. Dispatch called two patrol units along with EMS, and when the first deputy got there, they phoned me as the investigator on call.  I went to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Toon Tipping</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2022 16:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Every group of friends has a tradition. If you hang around a specific set of people for long enough, in-jokes will sprout from next to nothing.  Routines will manifest out of thin air.  Sometimes they’re clever; most of the time, they’re obnoxious, pointless, and asinine....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Never-Ever-Ever</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2022 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I used to go hiking to clear my mind. It was nothing extraordinary.  No backpack, no walking stick, no geo-locator app on my phone &#8211; just casual walks through White Leaf park.  It wasn’t so much a hobby for me as it was a way...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Local Legend</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2022 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Leonard Skye was a bit of a local celebrity in the absurdly small town where I grew up. Hunter, survivalist, general “man’s man,” Leonard was both respected and feared.  You would never catch him wearing anything other than jeans, a t-shirt, and flannel.  The silver...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Waken Farm</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2022 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I met the old man at a Bojangles restaurant. I was about sixteen at the time and had just dropped out of high school with my parents’ blessing.  It wasn’t the sort of place where you’d learn much of anything.  Aside from how to take...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Those Wise Eyes</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2022 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Look out for their eyes, Mom. That’s the first thing you’ll see.” Standing in the middle of a forest in the dead of a winter’s night was usually not my preferred method to wind the day down. With the canopy of branches overhead, the only...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ideal Beauty</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Mar 2022 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dusk had only just settled over the vacant crop fields of Goochland County, a vast, rural, farming area just west of Richmond, VA.  The sky was bruised in shades of burnt orange near the horizon that bled into deep reds, purples, and blacks as the...]]></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>On the Shores of Despair</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2022 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The gates of hell are open night and day. Smooth the descent, and easy is the way. But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labour lies— — Virgil, 70-19 BC Never did I feel more cast down this...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Stranger in the Ditch</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Mar 2022 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“In the end, people will not be judged by the darkness they lived in, but the light they rejected.” — Anthony Liccione CHAPTER 1 Dartmoor, England. 1989 The small blotches of blood on his hands had already dried by the time Martin realised he had made...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It Came From the Forest</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2022 16:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“The world is full of monsters with friendly faces” — Heather Brewer It’s been almost thirty-five years since Danny’s gruesome murder, and the killer has still not been caught. Some say that they never will be. Like many unexplained deaths in the area, Danny’s untimely...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Nocturnal Pursuits of the Elderly</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Mar 2022 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Saturday night. It seemed to take forever to come around. I can hardly bear it, my head buzzing like a kid on Christmas Eve, goosebumps dancing across my leathery skin. “Usual time, pet?” “Please, dear. And don’t forget to feed Alfred.” “Never do, dear. Never...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hell Experiment</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2022 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is David.  For as long as I can remember, I couldn’t think of anything to be more ashamed of than my dad. I was a preacher’s son, you see, and my dad always made sure to make me feel awful about something in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dark Skies Trampoline Park</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2022 17:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I first heard the name “Gravity Sphere” uttered at an awards ceremony for my seven-year-old son Joey. The assistant principal, a hefty forty-something woman named Huffner, was rifling through a jar that had small shreds of paper with children’s names on it so she could...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Death Cruise</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2022 17:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You’ll be told it was an accident. A freak storm that ravaged the Dominican Republic before slamming into us. You might even get to see pictures.  Doctored ones showing a menagerie of stragglers being rescued off the coast of the Caymans. That’s if they decide...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Kill Bot</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2022 17:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When the pandemic hit, I was sure that I would be out on the street before the end of the first month.  I work in a high-profile business, but most of us aren’t in a position to get unemployment.  The contracts they make us sign...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Essence</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2022 17:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Lee was proud of his first apartment.  He would have been more proud had he been able to share it with Alyssa, but she wasn’t ready for that yet.  He hoped it would come in time if he was patient.  They had been dating since...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Rain of Fire</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2022 17:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Randy’s eyes darted from the television news broadcast to the actual horror happening outside his window.  The voice of the newscaster said, “Major cities all around the globe,” as Randy watched flaming rocks rain from the sky.  Before his eyes, they pounded cars into nothing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Plunge</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Mar 2022 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wes didn’t care that it was dark.  He didn’t care that it was cold.  He didn’t care that he was miles from home.  He just cared about getting away, about clearing his head.  He wanted to be free under the stars for a while.  He...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Nightmarish Reunion</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Mar 2022 17:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Corey was at the bar getting himself another old-fashioned with an Irish stout chaser when he stopped to look towards the back of the bar.  He saw someone on his way up from the outside smoking patio, someone that looked familiar, but he couldn’t place...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Ossuary</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Mar 2022 17:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Kicking in the boarded doors to the ossuary, Clinton shined his LED spotlight into the small church.  The bright blue light illuminated pews, a pulpit, and a giant, in disrepair crucifix above that, all draped in cobwebs.  The skeletal remains of nearly a hundred people...]]></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>The Pale Man in the Trees</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2022 17:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part I I have never been a superstitious man, and can honestly say that I do not believe in vampires, ghouls, demons, or anything else that those youngsters with their vivid imaginations and smartphones like to dream up. But there is one thing that happened a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It&#8217;s Out There</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2022 17:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dave pulled up in front of his friend Ryan’s trailer. He was glad for Ryan when he got land and got out of the trailer park but now that he had to drive out here in the dark after a cryptic text message, he decided...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Light</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2022 17:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Stars, hide your fires! Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand!  yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see. — Shakespeare, Macbeth When I promised my, shall I say, partners (who...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Noseblind</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2022 17:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve been walking around for the past five and a half weeks without feeling like I’m truly alive.  The positive test showed up first, and the symptoms came to plague me shortly after.  Our son was kind enough to agree to stay with us until...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Highway to Hell</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2022 17:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“It’s 11:05 and you’re listening to WSAH 101.1 FM, Whittenberg’s classic rock for the discerning listener.  And since it’s after 11, the powers that be say, we’re allowed to take requests.  Soooo, if you’re so inclined give me a call at 221-867-9724…” * * *...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Locked In</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2022 17:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ted pulled his car off the paved road and onto the gravel driveway where his worn tires grumbled. “Yeah, I get the feeling.” It had been a long sales day for them both.  When Ted had started selling water purifiers, everyone was in a panic...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Octopus Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2022 17:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Being a police detective means you see a lot of horrible things.  Things you can’t unsee. They haunt your dreams at night, and the images spill over into the daytime. Waking nightmares – ever hear of those?  I get them all the time. Pretty soon,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Came to Earth From Outer Space</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2022 17:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Every time I fall asleep, I have the same horrifying nightmare – a flashback of what we went through. In the dream, we’re back on Xangrath again.  Everything is just the way it was, and my heart aches for reasons my sleeping mind can’t comprehend. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Monster in My Dead Father’s Basement Is Getting Bigger</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2022 17:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The couch reeked of cigarette smoke, ashes, and body odor.  It was faded yellow like the wallpaper, its springs creaking loudly as I sat down. It smells like him, I thought to myself, surveying my late father’s living room and its precarious stacks of old...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Be Careful Hiring Killers on the Dark Web</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2022 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There hadn’t been a murder in Franzburg for over five years.  Not since old man Weathers killed his wife over a Monopoly match gone sour and a marriage gone even sourer. Up until last week, that was. Now I’ve got three different files sitting on...]]></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 House, the Frozen Tomb</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Feb 2022 17:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“The warmth is completely gone now, she took it all away…she’s behind me…she’s angry with me. Ice…everywhere…I have my gun.  Can’t let her…ice everywhere…so…cold…” Those were my brother, Christopher’s last words; hastily scrawled on the last page of his fiancee, Darla’s personal journal that was...]]></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>Like a Moth</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2022 17:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Danny was always afraid of the dark. The kind of kid who&#8217;d slept with a nightlight until he was way too old. One who’d never dare to step out of his room if the hallway light was off. I remember our first sleepover, when tucked...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Odyssey of the Despairing Mind</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2022 17:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I believe there are imperceptible forces, energies and intangible things, which, arising from some sub-dimensional source, act on our minds, influence our thoughts, and perhaps even create entirely new thoughts—ideas which we wouldn’t have normally, naturally considered. The human brain largely remains a mystery and is still...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Gift of the Undivine</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Feb 2022 17:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I have only a few things to say, a few terrible events to relate, and then I must go and join my best friend.  She is in the other room, struggling against her restraints, crying out wildly, madly, shrieking like a thing inhuman.  In many...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It Blew (Up) My Mind</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2022 17:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The worst thing about trying to stop your brain from re-entering your skull is that, with it being your brain, you can’t exactly resist the commands it issues.  You can struggle, dimly, bodily, but in the end, the brain wins out.  It gets back into...]]></description>
		
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		<title>We Can Put You Back Together</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Feb 2022 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m sitting in a bar right now, somewhere in the more southern portions of Missouri; Howell County, I think.  I haven’t bothered to ask.  The police are on their way, the owner of the bar called them the moment she saw me stumble through the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Stole My Stories</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2022 17:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Andrew Thames, and I am nothing more than a slimy thief. I used to call myself a writer. I can’t say I ever wrote anything worth it. Despite years and years of work, pouring over my laptop, sending submission after submission, I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Demon in the White Suit</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2022 17:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Snow. I absentmindedly watched the white flakes lazily drift down from the sky, remembering that the forecast called for a blizzard by noon. It didn’t seem like it would get that bad, at least not now. But I couldn’t spend all day looking at the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hoarder</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Feb 2022 17:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Messes are funny things.  The longer they’re around, the harder they are to clean up.  That was the way it was with the Falling River Schoolhouse. It was May, the day after Memorial Day.  We’d been off school for all of three days, and already...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Where is Captain Rook?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2022 17:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“He is dead, Senhor,” Paulo told him. Mr. Jameson, a portly man, sat back in his chair, making a long, low squeaking sound as he did. He was a businessman.  His head was large and bald from too much thought, and his body was a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Thing Inside the Cave</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2022 17:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It awoke to the sounds of bootfalls on rocks.  Voices followed.  Someone had come into its cave again. It listened. “Matt!  Look out for the camera!” “I’m looking!  I’m looking!” “I could put that in my bag, you know.” “And let it get crushed by...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Signed</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Feb 2022 17:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In some ways, it is terrifying to imagine just how close the town of Marchington came to obliteration by the tentacles of a demonic cephalopod. THE END It was finished.  Months of toil had finally given way to Marty’s latest masterpiece.  Of his eighteen novels...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cotton Face</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2022 17:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Vestwell Subway was a pedestrian tunnel which ran beneath the busy A37, linking East Lydford with West.  A notorious accident blackspot, few ever chose to use it, preferring to risk life and limb crossing the road above.  Indeed, many fatalities had been recorded at the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2022 17:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Her first coherent thought for today; how surprisingly pleasant. She was entombed between impossibly white walls in a haven of filth, cold to the touch of her cheek should she choose to rest against them, sending a chill rushing through her flesh and deep into...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Why We Need Sleep</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Feb 2022 17:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There are dozens of unexplained scientific mysteries.  We still ponder thoughts about what might really exist in the next galaxy, or perhaps, lurking in the deepest depths of the ocean floor.  Unknown diseases encircle us daily, waiting for the day when there’s an opening of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Fishing with Clouds and Teeth</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Feb 2022 17:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It began with a smell of thunder. The night had settled into the empty spaces of the house as Malcolm made his way through to the living room, turning on lights as he went.  He dropped into his armchair and opened his laptop to read...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Failed Study of Nature&#8217;s Mother</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Feb 2022 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Entry One To encourage the patients to keep up on their journals, Dr. Bryant has encouraged the rest of the staff assigned to this ward to keep a journal as well openly. It’s not too much of a trial, and if it’ll encourage these patients...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Stop Looking for Amy</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2022 17:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Evidence #005678 and #073812 in cases #MPD-5609 and #MPD-6491 respectively for the Medford Police Department. The following interviews were transcribed shortly after the death of Detective Octavia Allen. Detective Allen was investigating the disappearance of Amy Wolgast when she was found dead in her home....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ravager&#8217;s Last Stand</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2022 17:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Promise Valley was nestled in the valley below, tucked in quietly at the edge of the Rocky Mountains.  As I eased my horse down the rough trail leading to the settlement, the place looked as serene as could be.  It made the missive from my...]]></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>Long Jaw</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2022 17:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was running as fast as I could, but I knew it was gaining on me. I swear it was trying to step in every puddle so I knew it was running faster. I turned my head where I could see it. Its arms were...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Palms Up</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2022 17:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The town my wife Violet was raised in is almost unremarkable. You won’t find it on any ‘Best of’ lists or see it signified on any map or atlas. She said she was happy as heaven to get out of there when we met. I...]]></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>Reclamation</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Jan 2022 17:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter One Dried, dead leaves crunched underneath the rhythmic footfalls of the trio. Mrs. Kendal took in a haggard breath, clearly struggling to keep a steady pace. Mandy watched the elderly mark, noting she had a death grip on her son, Trevor, as they wound...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Unsettled Sea</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Jan 2022 17:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The lantern on my desk flickered and then went out, drenching the cabin in a tar-like darkness.  I cursed quietly to myself.  It seemed only the day before that I had filled the lamp, and I’d been ashore since.  Carefully I placed my quill into...]]></description>
		
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		<title>No Tears for Sara</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2022 17:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chicago, Il. Shorty Small, a man neither short nor small, took a final drag on his cigarette. Without diverting his gaze, he flicked the butt to his right. Glowing flakes of tobacco scattered as the dying cigarette struck the neighboring building’s brick wall. The sparks...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It’s About Time</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Jan 2022 17:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Day One: October 2069 The week started out like most, sitting at my desk in a cubicle, sipping coffee and attempting to concentrate despite the constant din of other federal investigators in their adjacent spaces speaking loudly on their phones. My name is Ryan Powers....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dryad</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2022 17:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I guess if I squint hard, and crank my head just right, that there tree does kinda seem to have curves like a woman. But with the ice coverin’ the glass, Bob’s crap headlights, and the fat nasty pile of&#8230; well, god knows what all…coverin’...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Santa’s Helpers</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Jan 2022 17:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the beginning, what we did was beautiful. It all started in 345 when Saint Nicholas supposedly “died.” Or at least, that was the story given out. What a bad joke. As if a man who could resurrect pickled meat into living breathing children would...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Smiling</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2022 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I grew up in a family that always struggled with money.  I wish I could say we made the best of our situation, but that would be the worst kind of lie: the kind that lets my father off the hook.  He was a destructive,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Safe</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2022 17:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My chair tilts back as I scroll through the horror forum posts.  There’s not one thing that I’ve read or watched that has so much as quickened my heart rate.  I dejectedly set my phone aside, knowing there’s nothing I’ll find here.  Horror’s not like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Just for the Taste of It</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2022 17:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As you may or may not know, I do investigative journalism regarding various unscrupulous business practices.  My byline is generally ignored, so I can imagine not many but a small few are aware of my work.  However, it is important that in this matter I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Uncle Howard’s Cabin</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Jan 2022 17:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was a little boy, my fondest summer memories were spending time in the north woods at my Uncle Howard’s.  He had this rustic old cabin surrounded by nothing but pure nature. The local hunters called it Howard’s Hideout.  Every time my brother John...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Cancer in the Walls</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2022 17:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Growing up with asthma was always a little challenging, but having a dad that smoked two packs a day made it even harder. Mom would always chastise him for the bad habit, and he would always claim that he would go cold turkey.  It was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Deep Dark Sea</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Jan 2022 17:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am recording this message to sort out my thoughts and provide the most accurate information I can to those on the surface.  I apologize if it is not the most cohesive possible.  Given the circumstances I am facing, it is the best that I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Out With the Old</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2022 17:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I know most of you are probably heading off to get a few drinks with friends and pass the night away watching the ball drop from the comforts of your couch, and if so, I applaud you for not having a care in the world...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mausen Hausen</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jan 2022 17:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Just looking at the faded poster-board sign made me feel sick. From the looks of their website (which looked like it had been created on a Macintosh), Mausen Hausen was a cheap, German-themed Disney World rip-off amusement park that popped up seasonally repurposing what was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Tinsel Murders</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Jan 2022 17:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[People think true crime writing is a glamorous job. And it is when it isn’t swallowing you wholly into its dark heart. There’s an old true crime cliché – “the husband did it!” You know, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, the husband did do...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Nightmare Mode</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2022 17:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When the wave of virus pandemics in the 2020s and 2030s made travel abroad impossible, I really missed it. It felt like a First World problem, complaining about a lack of holidays. I mean, it’s not like I’d died, got any lingering illnesses, or lost...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Year and a Day in Priorville</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2022 17:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I suppose there are people in the world that are worse than Pastor Murdoch Prior. But Prior really was a bastard. Even before everything that happened, he was a bastard. My memories before Priorville are hazy with only bits and pieces sticking out, but granted,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mara’s Free Cookies</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2022 17:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There are two kinds of people in my town- people who loved Mara’s Sweets and Such, and people who thought Mara was the worst person in existence and that anyone that bought her baked goods were the worst. The bakery didn’t exist when I went...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Bigger Fish</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Jan 2022 17:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As much as James loved the hunt, the prep work that needed to be done beforehand was always a bit tedious.  He had to find a door that was relatively secluded and could be easily secured, not within sight of any security cameras, and preferably...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Magic of Television</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2022 17:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My grandpa Chuck is a Baby Boomer, and without a doubt, the most quintessentially Boomer thing my grandpa does is maintain a ‘display room.’  It’s basically a second living room, except instead of IKEA, it’s filled with artisanal, luxury European furnishings, which no one is...]]></description>
		
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		<title>They’re Not Saying That It’s Aliens, But It’s Aliens</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2022 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m sure you’ve seen the headlines by now.  Seen and probably forgot about, since the news cycle has already left them behind for whatever you’re supposed to be outraged about and terrified of this week. In case you actually did forget, allow me to refresh...]]></description>
		
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		<title>From Madness Born</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2022 17:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The rain was already coming down hard when Oliver Mason had gotten the call that his presence was required immediately at Avalon Asylum.  He was at first quite bewildered by this since Oliver Mason was not a doctor but the proprietor of a men’s clothing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Circumpolar</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 17:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[With her sledge held under one arm Cassandra battled her way up the slope. Halfway up she paused to rest against the frost-crept trunk of a crooked birch and stood listening to her torn breathing, the soundless hush of the fields below filling up with...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Gooseneck Chronicle</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2022 17:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I had never seen this particular island before. As far as I knew it hadn’t even been inked on any map. I hadn’t been gone too long, nor had I ventured too far; the mainland was still visible in the west. Even a half-blind invalid...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Labyrinth of Winter&#8217;s End: A Devoured Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Jan 2022 17:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Sister Elizabeth was well versed in the books and history of her faith. She knew that the American interpretation of Hell, the lakes of fire and fields of tortured souls, was more in line with the imaginations of Milton and Dante than with the truth...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I’ve Got Your Nose</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2021 17:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I could almost smell trouble coming. They knocked and I went to the large front window in the living room to see who it was.  I must have looked like the least possible threat ever with my little five-year-old feet in bunny rabbit slippers with...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Just Like Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2021 17:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“God is in me or else is not at all.” &#8211;Wallace Stevens “Not at all,” I said, “I don’t mind doing this.  In fact, I like it.” The doctor left the room. Tiny dots.  A Sunday afternoon in some nameless place.  Making tiny dots. You’d...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Special Patient Populations</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Dec 2021 17:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[For the fourth building of Florida’s Leesburg Super-Geriatric Regional Medical Center, you have to go through a series of doors that require a badge, computerized vein recognition, and facial recognition from the security guard.  An overhanging sign greets you with the words Cogito ergo sum. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Stairwell</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2021 17:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I sat watching the girls walk by.  This was my second week in Shanghai, my first time in Asia.  The girls looked like they were heading to funerals.  Their expressions, their clothing, their entire demeanor screamed death to me.  I had come from Montréal where...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Teeths</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Dec 2021 17:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mystery is manifold.  Nothing proved that more than examining Josh Black.  He seemed ordinary, but he most definitely was not. With glasses, Three Stooges Moe haircut, neighbor-hand-me-down jeans shorts, tennis shoes with more holes than shoe, and freckles like his face was splattered with blood,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Heaven and Hell</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Dec 2021 17:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Tatum had grown generous to a fault, giving away most of his fruit and vegetables to his neighbors and friends.  He thought it was a way to get more acquainted with all of them. Still, Tatum’s neighbors, up and down the street, remained standoffish, keeping...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Stealing Love</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Dec 2021 17:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Young Charley Tillman was a mouse in a trap.  He thought the trap was a practical joke that he was playing on himself. It felt unreal the way he kept track of time.  He’d been reduced to measuring the levels of darkness in spoonfuls as...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Santa Hotline</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Dec 2021 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[So I found this Santa Claus card last night. It blew right into my ankle as I was walking around the downtown area of my city. The colors were faded, but not enough to where I couldn’t make out the letters and numbers. The background...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Most Special Delivery</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Dec 2021 06:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Although stress and chaos are the natural order at a hospital, few things serve to rattle doctors and nurses more than death. The cold, procedural actions undertaken before, during, and after a passing, contrast heavily with the unrestrained drama surrounding the patient and their families....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Frontier Flight 167</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Dec 2021 17:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[No one in the support group thought recovery would be easy.  But Morrison couldn’t even get past step 1: I admit I am powerless over alcohol/drugs, and my life has become unmanageable.  Unlike most in the group, no one hadn’t been court-ordered to attend.  In...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Earwig</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2021 17:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dr. Benjamin B. Forsythe was an odd scoop of orange sherbet, a cold, pasty, dour sort.  His whole life had been a matter of melting into something or nothing.  He’d become a successful psychiatrist over his long career.  Dr. Benjamin’s office was in St. Louis,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Gratitude</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2021 06:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Harris Wilson never considered himself particularly generous, especially around the holiday season.  He’d spent too many years concerned about the direction of his life and where he would find himself after several disastrous years at college.  But after a series of short-lived low-rent jobs, mostly...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Devil’s Footprints</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2021 17:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Growing up, my dream was to be a journalist. Maybe I’d watched too many movies, but I loved the idea of chasing down big stories and going undercover to investigate huge scoops. Mingling with the rich and famous and being first on the scene of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Fifth Floor</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2021 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My job usually isn’t all that interesting, and that’s the way I like it.  I’ve done my time in the workforce.  A lot of people my age are retired by now, but I never really had money to step out of the working world.  My...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Put a Camera on My Cat</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Dec 2021 17:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ever since my wife Adalyn disappeared, it’s been just Charlie and me all alone.  I don’t mind it.  I’ve never much cared for company.  If I’d wanted visitors, I wouldn’t have tried to get as far away from civilization as I could now, would I? ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Fishing at the End of the Dock</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2021 17:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[His secretary had asked him if he’d had time for an interview today…some small-time reporter, looking to earn a few clicks out of a chat with an old businessman.  He’d declined, of course.  Told her to reschedule for next week, although even if he was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Essence of Memory</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2021 06:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Past As you probably know, Christmas is indeed a time for reflection. A time to revisit memory and times gone by with those you&#8217;ve loved and those you&#8217;ve lost. I should know. I am, as it happens, the ghost of Christmas past. Ugh, the ghost...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Town that Dreaded Snowfall</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2021 17:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was headed toward the airport to catch a flight, driving down a country road that my GPS claimed would serve as a shortcut when my luck officially ran out. A sudden flat tire caused me to swerve off the road, slamming my rental car...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Last Voyage of the Rouse Simmons and Its Aftermath</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2021 06:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the late 1800s, set against the raw beauty of Lake Michigan, if you looked across the water, you would often see a dazzling spectacle. Sleek, three-masted schooners were running smoothly on a western wind day in and day out before the days of motor...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Chaos Pagentry (The Nativity)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2021 17:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Everyone in town knew my family, the Bowers. We are considered cornerstones by some. Never wavering in any community activity. Until this year. We experienced a tragedy, one that only now with the holidays past us I can talk about. It’s an event that changed...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blood and Eggnog</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2021 06:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Eggnog, the Guinness of dairy products, There are two types of people: those that hate it, and those that love it. I was born on December 22nd, just three days before Christmas Day. I can remember my mother talking about how she drank it by...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Beware-of-Santa&#8217;s-Elves</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2021 17:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Her shoes were too tight. The coat was too itchy. And by god, if Zoe heard ‘All I Want For Christmas is You’ one more time, she’d go postal on everyone here. That would be a memorable visit to the mall’s North Pole- seeing one...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ambulance Means Walking, Christmas Means Dead</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2021 06:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My very first Halloween, I wasn’t on the schedule.  It was my first year as an EMT.  I had a calling, to attempt to resurrect the dead for minimum wage.  I was interested in the busy shifts, but apparently Halloween is one of those days...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What Lurks Behind</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2021 17:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My family still visits now and then. They check-in, a text once every so often, an email. I don’t blame them. They act concerned but keep just enough distance not to become wrapped up in the stench that follows me. My parents still hold onto...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Darklands Game</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2021 17:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There are numerous games that circulate the internet. Most are written for fun. A rare few are written based on real experiences of those who found the worn corners of reality. Some are trying to quantify it into a recipe as a way to process...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Duke’s Head</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2021 17:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“No one has ever gone into heaven except the one who came from heaven—the Son of Man.” John 3:13 CHAPTER 1 Devon, England. October 1991 The Duke’s Head pub had been derelict for two years now; boarded up, condemned; but no one missed it. It...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wrong Way Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2021 17:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If you see this man on the side of the road, don’t drive home. We have this urban legend in my city called the Wrong Way Man. Supposedly, you might see him standing on the side of the road when you’re driving. Some say it’s...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Autobiography of a Doll</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Dec 2021 17:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My first memory is of loneliness. Sitting forgotten on a shelf, detached from the world. Unloved and abandoned. I suppose it was sometime around 1934, although I couldn’t recall the exact day. Like anything else in this world, I don’t recall the start of my...]]></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>Creepy Green Light</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2021 17:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was no longer any joy to be found in All Hallows Eve; not for Ash, not this year. What was, once upon a time, his very favourite holiday and time of the year, was now a time of despair and desolation, all pleasure and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Roadkill Run</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2021 17:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The road was long and winding, curling like a restless serpent through the thickly wooded foliage of the forest. Towering monumental trees marched ever so vigilantly alongside it, green and bristling, as if they were hairy green giant soldiers standing guard over the lonely strip...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Wrong Turn on Light Road</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Dec 2021 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dak and Chadwick each lit up a smoke and cracked their windows, the excitement of a good day fishing warming their spirits despite the cold wind that suddenly filled the cab of Chadwick’s truck. The sporadic raindrops that began to fall as they left the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mermaid’s Game</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2021 17:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Darren stood at the bow of the boat, staring at the beautiful topless woman that floated and bobbed in the water nearby, her fire-red hair fanning out into the sea around her. She was smiling at him. It was the most gorgeous smile he had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Damned Payphone &#8211; Christmas Break &#8211; 1986</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2021 17:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Gary came out of his house, letting the screen door slam behind him. His best bud/ultimate nemesis, Ray, was waiting on his bicycle at the edge of his lawn. Gary ignored the spitballs Ray was sending his way and went around the side of his...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Reappearance of the Brigantine Children</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Dec 2021 17:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[December 25th, 2018 was the worst day the town of Brigantine had seen since its founding. People call it the Christmas of the Lost.  My heart still stammers just writing about it. Hundreds of parents laid out gifts under their Christmas Trees the night before....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Winter Babysitter</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2021 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Well, let’s get one thing out on the table, right at the start.  I recognize that this explanation here is likely going to be fairly difficult for you all to believe, and the last thing I want to do is make this even harder to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Garden Angel</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 2021 17:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Marisa had the nightmare again. It was the same as always; she was only seven or eight years old. She was at the big park down the block, and there was an enormous garden with a hedge maze. At the entrance to the maze stood...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Frozen Souls</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2021 17:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1: A Chill In The Air Everyone has a moment in life where they claim to have frozen with fear, but unless you have stood in the presence of death, clawing your way out of the grave, the true gravity of that statement alludes...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Red Room</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Nov 2021 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[5/24 12:18 a.m. – Christ what a haul! I honestly don’t know how truck drivers do this day in and day out. Sitting for eons on end, bored out of your skull. Navigating legions of douchebags in minivans and SUVs who think they own the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Season to Dismember</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2021 17:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Christmas has always been my favorite time of year. For me, it has never been about the money spent, no, it’s about the love and joy you share with those around you. It&#8217;s about charity and goodwill towards mankind, as the saying goes. Nothing is...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dry and Cracked as Bone</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2021 17:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The whale pod of water tankers flowed past Sophie as she sheltered in the verge of the hard shoulder. A piece of plastic from the ditch propped beside her kept away the worst buffeting of the wind. Vast wheels of the trucks hit the road...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Wholesome Henry&#8217;s Holiday Hijinks</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2021 17:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Do you believe in miracles? It’s Christmas, and this is the time of year folks invest in miracles. They hold out for them. Something like an annual Jubilee. No matter how bad the year, they hope that everything will somehow snap together and be made...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Punishment of the Brutal Variety</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2021 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[17-year-old Marco Romano lifted the metal baseball bat over his head. It felt heavier than it should have, but he tried his best to hold his arms steady and tightened his grip. He was about to bring it down on a whimpering and writhing girl...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hanukkah Harry</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2021 17:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It’s nearly Hanukkah again, the Jewish winter holiday also called the Festival of Lights. To most people, that refers to the oil that miraculously lasted much longer than it should have, keeping the eternal flame burning until more oil could be made. For me, though,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Widow’s Walk</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2021 17:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The evening would arrive before long, but Marian wanted a bit more time outside.  She hoped to study the birds that still hopped and pecked at the dusty grounds around Ernstmoor Estate.  Sometimes, they would turn their heads, directing one of their black and focused...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Christmas Gift</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2021 17:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Donald opened the front door, looking for who rang. There was no one on the porch of the big house or the walkway below. He looked around, eyes scanning the street, but he saw no one. Maybe some teenagers were playing their pranks, but Christmas...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Snow Blind</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Nov 2021 17:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Kerry had his hands in his pockets as he traversed the trail, walking quickly but still unable to escape his own mind. It was freezing, and he wasn’t at all dressed for it outside of his boots, but the air wasn’t any colder than he...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Seasonal Help</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Nov 2021 17:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Trevor walked in his front door with a sigh. He shut the door like it weighed a ton and put the chain lock in place. In truth, it was life that weighed on him, exhausted him so. Working retail during the holiday season felt like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blended Family</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2021 17:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Tucker yawned, but he finished it with a smile. He had waited a long time for this day. It was his first Christmas with his new wife and stepdaughter, Tiffany. She hadn’t been hateful up to this point, but she hadn’t connected with him either....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Voyagers</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Nov 2021 17:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[He felt old and tired.  That was all he knew about himself.  He rose from his bed and washed his face while he waited for his mind to focus.  There was a gentle shifting of the floor beneath him.  “Am I on a ship?” the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I’ve Started Sleepwalking</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2021 17:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I first started sleepwalking, my wife mostly found it funny.  She stays up much later than I do in the evenings.  Apparently, I’ve started finding my way to her home office just down the hall from our bedroom.  If I can even remember these...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bug City</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2021 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My cousin AJ told me this story in 2006.  He was twenty-seven years old and would soon be on his deathbed.  AJ claims that he got sick because of what happened to him back in 1998.  He was nineteen then.  Now that he’s gone, I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Faceless Dolls</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Nov 2021 17:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My mother and I used to live together in a large house on the crest of a hill.  We had a sitting room that overlooked the churchyard cemetery a short way down the road.  I rarely went into that room as a child because that’s...]]></description>
		
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		<title>In the Desert</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Nov 2021 17:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[We trekked out into the middle of this desert to find solitude.  To “achieve greater introspective insight than we could have ever achieved in the real world,” as Jeff put it, was our goal.  When there is no wind and no sound besides your own...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Self-Portrait of Rancorous Ruck</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2021 17:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It hasn’t even been a day since I first laid eyes upon it. I was dropping my girlfriend off for her last in-person yoga class before everything went back on lockdown for the winter, when a portrait hanging in the display window of the shop...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Freedom From Want</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2021 17:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The lavish banquet that had been so expertly laid out on the long, elegant refractory table before me could only be described as perfect. Truly, utterly, perfect. It was the most sublimely archetypical Thanksgiving Dinner that I could imagine. The table was draped in a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mechanics</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2021 17:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The painted gray metal door leading from the reception area to the mechanics’ bays banged open. “Hey … we got a hot one!” “Yeah?” Nigel asked. Larry nodded and winked, “Oh, yeah!” Nigel smiled. “Do we have some time?” “All day, Nige. Guy’s wife came...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Recalculating</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Nov 2021 17:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Maggie pulled her Honda Civic to the curb and cut the engine. It was her second stop of the morning, garage sale number two.  And, boy, is it a big one! she thought.  People were clustered alongside the road, ambling eagerly toward the lawn further...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Guess Who’s Coming for Dinner</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2021 17:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Growing up, my wife Rhea&#8217;s best friend in life was her brother Evan. Even with the age and gender difference, they were kindred spirits. Out of millions of genetic possibilities, somehow, they were born with the same mental framework. He taught her how to ride...]]></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>8 Matches</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Nov 2021 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Goddammit!” Doc wobbles a moment as pain flares up his ankle. Catching himself, he shifts and shakes his right foot, stomping it once and then again on the uneven dirt path, but the sharp ache persists. “You okay?” Tessa’s hushed voice asks from somewhere close-by....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Everything Inc.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2021 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 If you want to know just how unimportant you are, get a job at the biggest company you can. The bigger the outfit, the smaller the cog you’ll be in that cascading clockwork that makes the thing move. You’d be more significant as...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Locks and Promises</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2021 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I still get flashes before I open my eyes in the morning. We went ice skating; Hannah was laughing one minute, then the next&#8230; she was gone. The only sign of her whereabouts was a dark and foreboding, jagged hole in the ice. My wife...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Aqua Bird</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2021 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1: The Beginning Loretta could see two versions of the mockingbird in the tree outside her window. One with ugly gray and black feathers, the other with beautiful aqua feathers. The aqua bird was so much more pleasing to Loretta’s sight. The black and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Welcome Home</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2021 16:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[They were gone.  The call left me stunned, sick to my stomach.  How did people go missing in today’s world?  How did two perfectly capable adults vanish off the face of the earth in a place where everyone knew everything about the folks who lived...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Lost, the Cave and the Closet</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2021 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“I don’t want the cops up here snooping in my stuff.”  Brian’s voice told me he was angry almost as much as he was worried.  Things were out of his control, and he never liked that. “Your wife and daughter are missing.  Now isn’t the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Anomaly</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2021 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“The first reported incident was an alleged homicide in which a man killed five people in the master bedroom, dissected them in a meticulous fashion and vanished with the lungs, vocal chords, and epiglottis of all five of the five victims.  The killer, a man...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It’s Getting Dark</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Oct 2021 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“I don’t know, man, the cabin is really far out there and you’d be alone until Sunday.” “Alright, If it’ll help you get over this thing with Sam you can stay at the cabin for the weekend.  Just, you know, you remember what it’s like. ...]]></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>Journey</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Oct 2021 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1: Costly Mistakes Saturday, December 27th – 5:45 a.m. – Rural Arkansas Confusion swirled inside his mind while trying to open his eyes. The lids were stuck. Did he drink too much after work? Take a tumble down the front steps? He didn’t remember...]]></description>
		
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		<title>They Do Come Back</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Oct 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Twenty-five years ago, I became the United States Attorney for the Northern District of Illinois. Brash, arrogant, cocky and brilliant, I could do no wrong. I prosecuted organized crime figures, brought down corrupt Chicago politicians and started the first anti-terrorist department in the central United...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Matter of Conscious</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Oct 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[PART ONE During the second half of the twentieth century, an observation, some called Moore’s Law, spurred the computer industry to double the number of transistors on a computer processing chip every two years. This pace continued unabated during the first third of the twenty-first...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Fast Cars</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2021 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[She woke up again snared in a familiar nightmare.  The horrific content had always been the same, yet different somehow.  Gabby was fastened to this thick leather leash.  The leash was attached to a silvery spiked collar.  She’d been a shadowy tiger, a bear, even...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Red Rabbits</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2021 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part dream, part high, it was 4:30 A.M., again, that meant I’d been away from Jack Daniels and an iffy consciousness for a couple of hours.  R.E.M. sleep and I don’t get along. He’d been standing there, the hare, or rabbit, for some time, I’d...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Chinese Finger Trap</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2021 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Tawny Finger Trap: The Cat Never run away from an apex predator; running can trigger an animal’s killer instincts. Terrible decisions consumed Akum’s thoughts.  Having a difficult childhood hadn’t made him needy, quite the opposite, in fact.  It had made him too strong. He...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Burn Barrel</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2021 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There is thunder.  There is lightning.  Trent’s world ignites.  He’s flat on the ship’s deck, surrounded by an ocean of fire.  Rockets snap across the runway and explode–the horror.  He’s in hell.  Everything is burning. Trent gathers his thoughts as he pushes himself up from...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Dreamers and the Storms</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2021 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mia and I escape across the plains, and behind us, the sons of the storm god follow on. We are lifetime residents of the North Island, New Zealand.  Now at the break of night, we run over its fields and up the hills towards the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wood Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2021 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I know he is there—the man who lives in the forest.  I am yet to see him directly, but I feel his presence nonetheless.  He flows as a shifting shadow between the boughs and branches of the trees — a dancer in the darkness unheard...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Graveyard at the Edge of the Mist</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Oct 2021 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Hey, what’s the difference between a graveyard and a cemetery?” “What?” Togs looks at me, irritated.  “You heard me, pal.  What’s the difference between a graveyard and a cemetery?” I grimace.  “I don’t know, Togs.  What is the difference between a graveyard and a cemetery?” ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Crocodile House</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Oct 2021 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Crocodile House stands alone in the scrubland; old, abandoned and overgrown.  And I use the term ‘stands’ in the loosest possible sense.  It must have been a grand place, once, but the building is now a dilapidated wreck. The council put some fences up...]]></description>
		
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		<title>How My Mother Lost Face During the Homeless Crisis (And How I Kept From Losing Mine)</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2021 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was always a pretty big homeless problem where I grew up.  You’d see them with signs near off-ramps to the highway that asked for food or money, sometimes even in exchange for work.  They’d rove in small gangs downtown, picking through dumpsters, begging for...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Voices Know</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2021 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve seen a lot of things these last few years working security for the Twin Valley Behavioral Center.  For all its fancy wording, it is a long-term mental-health facility.  It’s not maximum security or anything, but we still get our fair share of crazy moments...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Monster in Me Is the Monster in You</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2021 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I sat alone on the rocking chair I set up on the front porch of my new cabin the other day, just reflecting on life for a while. Ever do that? Just sit by yourself somewhere and think about all those little moments? It’s a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Laser Lightshow of the Gods</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2021 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When I was young, I spent a few years volunteering for a local natural science museum.  I worked my way up from general volunteer to reptile handler and eventually to the chemistry department doing all sorts of amazing experiments in live shows geared towards children. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Devil Wears Nike</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Oct 2021 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When there was a chill in the air and there were more jack-o-lanterns than plain pumpkins on every doorstep, I got called out to investigate a fresh crime scene. Somebody thought that it would be real cute to firebomb a Catholic church. Now this wasn’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Planted Seed in an Empty Nest</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Oct 2021 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was my wife Marion and I’s first Halloween season without our son, David. He passed away unexpectedly at the beginning of February. We had been married for most of our adult lives, and David was born right at the start. He was our baby,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Halloween with the Neighbors</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2021 16:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Let me start out by saying that I am not a people person. When the pandemic hit North America it was probably the best damn thing to happen to me. Most of my time is spent online anyway seeing as I work in data collection...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Fine Barmbrack</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2021 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Nicholas Grime looked at the window at the neighbor’s house, watching the twitching form dangling from the rope in the tree, the smiling figure holding the axe, and the bloodstained plastic sheet covering the front door. He sighed and looked at his own front yard,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Made of Clay</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I watched the back of their feet as we all walked into the woods together.  Trailing behind and looking down to watch my steps, I could see their shoes leading the way.  Three sets of different colors pressing the forest floor.  For some reason, despite...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cold Case</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2021 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Like everyone else, the pandemic had me sitting inside, bored out of my mind.  My job was considered non-essential, so for a while I was just sitting on the couch watching videos or playing video games.  I think what makes those activities so enjoyable, though,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Reruns</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Oct 2021 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Have you ever laid awake at night, staring at the ceiling wondering what your life would be like if you had made different decisions?  If you had gone left instead of right, if you had said no instead of yes.  Do you wonder how big...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Stars on the Ceiling</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2021 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was always so afraid of the dark as a kid.  I used to think that there was something wrong with me, the way I would tense up when I could no longer distinguish my bedroom’s wall from the floor, when it all became a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Said It With Flowers</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Oct 2021 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s this little flower shop on the way home from the office.  At least, I thought it was a flower shop.  The sign on the window says, “Granny’s Yarbs and Apothecary.”  I wasn’t sure what to make of a name like that, but since the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Mother&#8217;s Burnt Offerings</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Oct 2021 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mom always loved Jesus more than she loved me.  She told me so herself, over and over again, when I was growing up.  Every morning she would say to me, “Jimmy, you’re my only child, and I love you more than I love myself.  But...]]></description>
		
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		<title>That New Subscription Meal Box Really Sucked</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Oct 2021 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My culinary misadventures into inadvertently assisting in the summoning of what I can only assume is a demon began innocently enough.  It all started just over a year ago with one of those meal box subscriptions. Learning to cook for myself after Mama died wasn’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>How Do You Get a Banjo Player off Your Porch?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Sep 2021 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s this joke that old-time musicians used to like to tell, but maybe now it’s only popular amongst us fiddlers: Q: How do you get a banjo player off your porch? A: You pay for your pizza. It’s just a bit of good-natured humor, but...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Social Life</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2021 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am the one that the world left behind—at least until you finish reading this. It wasn’t that I was unremarkable.  Everyone has something about them that is uniquely their own.  It just so happened that my thing was floating through foster families, schools, and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Invisible</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Sep 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I stay up later than most people, so I was still awake and playing computer games when the crash happened.  Tires screeched before I heard a tremendous crunching of metal.  I thought it was just a simple car accident outside until an emerald spray of...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Pledge</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Sep 2021 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was skeptical when my online friends first linked me to the supposed “evil Kickstarter”  that was going viral on the less-than-wholesome forums we frequented.  We were an unmoderated haven for trolls, weirdos, and radicals, sure, but this Kickstarter was something else entirely.  It seemed...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Jungle</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2021 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I drink, not because I like alcohol, but because I’ve recently seen the horrifying underbelly of the world, and I can’t go back to blissful ignorance in any other way than through the bottom of a bottle.  I can’t sleep, either, so I’m writing this...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What Time Is It? </title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Sep 2021 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[PART ONE I guess I’ll start with an introduction?  My name is Brendon Spirit.  Ac&#8230;actually, no.  Sorry, no, it’s not.  I suppose I should be honest in case anyone actually finds this voice recording.  My name – my real name – is Kermit Stainton, and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Acceptance</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2021 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Woodard Hall was empty.  All the university workers were gone for the day, but it didn’t matter whether the building was occupied or not; it always felt empty.  The long corridors sprinkled with muted orange lights drained all the energy out of the building, like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Wonderful Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2021 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mr. Vanhin had a wonderful day.  He woke up at 5 am, said his morning prayers, and cooked himself a full breakfast, complete with fried eggs, sausages, and bacon.  At 10 am, after a short nap in his favorite armchair, he grabbed his cane, put...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Vegetomb</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2021 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I hate Friday nights. Lately, I just hate them. I rolled a six this time, so I can breathe easily for another week. I turn away from the poor suckers still rolling the dice. I can&#8217;t watch. The only sound in the room is the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>No Name November</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Sep 2021 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Sorry, new kid, but you’re last in today so you’re our candidate this year!” The kid in front of our classroom door relaying this to me looked a mixture of pity and relief, his nose taped over and a black eye, an immediate standout feature....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The One Blind Eye</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2021 16:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Our story begins, as so many do, with the approach of an oncoming storm. In the port city of Trondheim, Norway, a city regarded as the nation’s capital of knowledge, a young married couple are sitting in their living room, watching television. Their love and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Family Roots</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2021 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Grandpa Cobalt hated letting things go. Whether it was the wobbly chair he kept in his study or his favorite warped record he fed to the gramophone—looping the same groove over and over. He was a tall man with a frosty thin hairline and a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Unnatural Combinations</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2021 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I think most people are surprised when they learn one of my hobbies is taxidermy. I know what you probably expect when you hear that – some shady-looking Ed Gein kind of guy.  I’m going to clear this up off the bat.  Not everyone that...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Roll of the Dice</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2021 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A few seconds.  I looked down for just a few seconds, and I ended up being treated to an experience that has permanently warped my sense of reality. I was driving home after work.  I’d had to stay late to help clean up, and the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bloody Conversations</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2021 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“My wife is such a bitch.” Right on schedule, Shane started complaining about his wife while drinking beer number four.  Whether it has anything to do with the amount of alcohol in his system or whether he thought enough time had passed so he could...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Instructions on How to Become a Clown</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Sep 2021 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Found this journal in an old storage locker I had taken possession of.  It’s dated in the summer of 1985, and the pages are curled, smelling faintly of popcorn.  As for the contents…well, go ahead and start reading. June 1 Infiltrating Funtasia’s Dreamscape Circus was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Worth the Having</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2021 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[How does it feel? It asks this as it cuts deep into the inner thigh, flesh and fat zippering apart, its tongue probing into the fresh wound. How are you doing? The thing wouldn&#8217;t want an answer even if there was one. It only wants...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Red Fish</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Sep 2021 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Pirarucu. The Brazilian name for “the red fish,” known among scientific circles as the arapaima. If you’ve never heard of “the red fish” before now, then prepare yourself, because you won’t be forgetting it anytime soon. Imagine a living torpedo, pushing ten feet and five...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mind Over Misery</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Sep 2021 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Katie Watson gazed around at the vast, opulent room. For the first time in her professional career, she felt small and vulnerable. The world had changed in the last several years, but the building they were in had remained unaltered since its construction over a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Derrick&#8217;s Destiny</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Sep 2021 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ford Street Bridge &#8211; Minneapolis, Minnesota  Wednesday, September 10, 2021 &#8211; 11:55 p.m. EST Willis, hurry your ass up! Can’t you hear all those popping off like Fourth of July fireworks, and the sky’s a funky-ass green. Ronny told us all to leave over two...]]></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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		<title>Reminiscences of Aucturn</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2021 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[They were never even supposed to be here. Forty-seven kilometers past the Arctic Circle, the lone helicopter neared its target. According to the classified reports she’d been graciously given, the facility wasn’t even supposed to exist. Even from this angle, it wasn’t much of a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Night Library</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2021 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The downtown library was always a comfort to me as a young schoolboy. Often getting picked on by bullies, I would hide away in the recesses of the stories I found there, imagining a lifetime of adventures I could never have. Perhaps my favorite collection...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Last Will and Testament of Charles T. Bowman</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2021 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I never met Charlie Bowman.  Not that I expected to, in a company the size of this one; the chances of ever rubbing shoulders with the CEO are probably astronomical. Still, he was the one who always signed my checks every payday, so when the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Housekeeper to Hell</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2021 16:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The following personal ad was discovered among a myriad of others on a dark web forum.  It was connected to a local string of murders by the Rochester Coast Police Department.  It is being made public at the request of the Chief of Police.  Any...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hell’s Menagerie</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Sep 2021 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You probably think you’ve heard every scary “we went on vacation to a cabin” story ever told, but I promise you, you’ve never heard anything like what happened to my wife and me.  There were no ghosts, no demons, no madmen stalking us through the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hug Your Mother</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2021 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I never met my mom. Not…really, anyway. She didn’t abandon us; she didn’t die giving birth, I wasn’t put up for adoption, nothing like that. We lived in the same house for 12 years.  Our paths just never crossed, which, I guess, is because she...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Value of the Human Soul</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2021 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I can feel it coming, slowly but surely. With everything going on, all the stay-at-home orders, I decided to go to the place in which I find the most peace.  High in the mountains of my home state, I have a cabin that was left...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Do You Want Some Candy?</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2021 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In our neighborhood, in the town of Wauwatosa, WI, trick-or-treating was initially scheduled for October 27th.  Inclement weather called for a reschedule, so it ended up being on Halloween night, which, as you know, was a Thursday this year.  Weather again caused a cancellation, but...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hunting Season Ends</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2021 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Saturday, December 22nd – 2:00 p.m. Shaun Kilpatrick loaded up the trophy buck, securing it to the back of the four-wheeler. Wiping a light sheen of sweat from his forehead, he chuckled at the unpredictable Arkansas weather. One minute it was below freezing and the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Stained Concrete</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2021 16:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[CHAPTER 1 Almost Free Tucker Correctional Unit – Pine Bluff, Arkansas August 15, 1995 3:55 a.m. CDT Dan Kincaid stifled a deep sigh, concerned any noise would roust his slumbering cellmates. His entire body ached from the vicious brawl hours before. He lacked the strength...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Wizard King</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Aug 2021 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“I need to see the Wizard King,” I told the wraith who guarded the King’s tower. The entity observed me, standing motionless near the door it guarded.  The human elements were wrapped in gray cloth that seemed to sway as though floating in water, tugged...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Soldier</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Aug 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Mind-numbing white light from simultaneous shell bursts scattered the men, some dead before they hit the ground others screaming for a medic.  The soldier flinched and involuntarily turned his head away, using his hands to shield his eyes. Beneath him, the earth rumbled and shook....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Yesterday’s Tomorrow</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I do not remember the exact date I started noticing the changes. At first, they were small, a missing pen, a strange fob on my key ring, a TV left on a station we never watched, and other weird stuff. The first time I mentioned...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Retirement</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2021 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Forty years with the same company. That’s a long time.” Robert Harris shrugged as he pushed the soggy salad around the paper plate with a flimsy plastic fork. He looked at the young intern sitting across from him. “Time goes fast, Thomas. It didn’t feel...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Swamp Spiders</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2021 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It would just be for the summer, they said. Just until they ‘worked some things out’, they said. As the TV screen turned to static again, Eli was starting to think that summer might as well be forever. “Grandma! The TV’s broken again!” Eli heard...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Drinking with Death</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2021 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[She left me. Of course, she did; I’d have left me, too. I stared woefully with bloodshot eyes at my reflection in my rearview mirror, the cragged cracks of age as plain as the fireball red nose on my face as I drove through the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Suicide Hotline Father&#8217;s Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2021 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Holidays can be one of the busiest times of year for mental health services; but especially so for suicide hotlines. This was my first year on duty; as last year they gave me the day off. We didn’t have that option this year, too short-staffed....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Bill and Melinda Get Divorced</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2021 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Bill was carrying all of his wife’s baggage after their Sunday at the mall when she decided to have another meltdown. Something triggered her. Nothing major, something small. It may have been the tone in Bill’s voice when he absently remarked about… something. It may...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Head Siren</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Aug 2021 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s one hard and fast rule about me. If there’s a new chick at school and she be hot, she’s mine. It’s not a matter of if I’m making it all the way with her. It’s a matter of when. And no, I don’t mean...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Scourge of El Cuero</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2021 16:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was about this time last year when the first skin washed up on the shores of Lake Bidai. Death on the water was nothing new to Cliff Marten, who oversaw maintenance on the Lake Bidai Dam. It was a reservoir lake, formed back in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bat House</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2021 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[He turned away from the group and went quickly down the road and on into the woods. A voice called Bradley behind him, but he paid it no heed. He began to move faster and faster until he was almost running full-tilt through the trees,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Inscrutable Darius Hobbs</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2021 16:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I cannot deny that my chosen profession is one of great fascination and—truth be told—amusement for myself.  I am sure the same does not always hold true for the clients I serve, but that is of no consequence of concern for yours truly.  I am...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hit Hard</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2021 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[He’s talking again.  Why is he talking?  Jesus Christ.  And my tie.  Feels so goddamn tight.  Like I’m being choked to death.  Maybe if I just stick my finger in there, pull it out more.  Get some fucking relief.  But I already did that.  God...]]></description>
		
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		<title>As the Crow Flies</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Aug 2021 16:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[No coverage, not even one bar.  The battery was dead anyway.  It was still daytime, but it was overcast, and the sky had a perfectly even dullness so there was no way to tell what time of day it was, much less which direction was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Firing Range</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Aug 2021 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I found the place one night after an especially heated argument with my ex. Now, I’ve never actually been the type for guns, but something about the venue interested me when I passed it by. I think it was the privacy.  Open 24 hours, the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Good Eggs</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2021 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Summer homes are for rich people, Allen.” I’ve been known to spend money on things that I don’t need. Sometimes it can be hard to determine which products are necessities and which are simply desires. My wife Brittany is usually the one who keeps my...]]></description>
		
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		<title>CRISPR</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2021 16:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Imagine you were alive in the 1980s, and you were told that computers would soon control everything related to life.  From shopping to dating, to even supercomputers in the palm of your hand or an international invisible network that connected you to literally anyone on...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Better This Way</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2021 16:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Technology is changing at a rapid pace, so fast that some even say it’s frightening. I got a chance to experience this nightmare firsthand just a few weeks back when I was given the opportunity to test out a new autonomous vehicle for my company....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Point &#038; Shoot</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2021 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Would you believe that three simple gold tokens changed my life? They clattered to the bottom of the arcade machine, and the screen in front of me turned from dark blue to a splash of pixelated orange and yellow. Rhythmic sounds beat out from the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Faith Molecule</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2021 16:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Dr. Annelise Fowler,” “Annie, no one calls me Annelise.” “Alright then, Annie.” “You can call me Dr. Fowler.” Agent Romero slips a cigarette out of his pack, “You mind if I smoke, Doctor? Would you like one?” “I would mind, and no, I would not...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Five Years</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2021 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[1978 With headlights off and through the rain-lashed windscreen and blackness of the night, Don didn&#8217;t see the tree across his side of the road until it was nearly upon him.  He put his foot hard on the brake and instinctively yanked the steering wheel,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Just Another Meeting</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Aug 2021 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m not sure if he knows how little respect I have for him. He leans back in his chair, slowly placing his hands behind his head—making a meal of it—as though what is to follow is going to bring him great pleasure.  The two rings...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Little Girl Who Cried Wolf</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2021 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Once upon a time, there was a big bad wolf–” “Mom!” Heather cried out loudly, cutting her twin sister off. “She’s doing it again!” The girls’ mother, Tracy, appeared at the door, flicking on the light and mock-glaring at the two beds across the room....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Angel</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2021 16:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Who else could’ve asked for a more perfect Christmas morning? The skies not quite dark yet not quite bright, snowflakes gently pelting against the windows, the fireplace giving a warm, comforting glow, and the tree itself sparkling with glitter and multi-colored lights (in this case,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>In the Neighborhood</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2021 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Aggie circled the address and folded up the paper. It had taken almost seven years for the Pittsburgh Observer to return listing real estate in their Saturday edition. Luckily with the recession having decreased enough to beckon a mini housing boom back to the Pittsburgh...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Fae House</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2021 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My great aunt Mildred absolutely adored yard sales. That woman could haggle a tortoise from its shell. I tagged along a lot because she kept me while my parents were at work. She&#8217;d let me pick random junk, and she was an expert haggler when...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Unconscious Objection</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2021 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to sleep. Sleep has eluded me for several days at this point, but to sleep is to give up and let guilt destroy me. That’s what I call it anyway, guilt. It was as plausible an explanation as any...]]></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>Together Forever</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Jul 2021 16:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Last week I was alone in my bed. I’m not alone tonight. He’s right next to me. He’s not supposed to be here, though. Last week I was a senior in high school and completely in love with Steven Hooverson. Truth be told, I’ve been...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ten-Twenty</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2021 16:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Breaker one-nine, breaker one-nine.”  BOOLEEP. Nothing. “Breaker one-nine.  Anyone copy?”  BOOLEEP. Glen took a swipe at my hand as I attempted to key up the base station radio mic once more. “Give it up,”  he belched.  “You lost another one, man.”  He crumpled his empty...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Love You, Mary Grace</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jul 2021 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was roadkill all up and down the highway this morning. It is nine AM and sunlight is sifting through the treetops. The lake is still and black and crawling with bugs. Thin grass grows beside it, tamped down by the boots of men I’ve...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Accomplice</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2021 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[John began working in my office in late October. He started on a Thursday. He sat at the desk opposite mine, which had been empty since Julia had gone on maternity leave. He turned on the computer and slid his satchel, which had the name...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I’ve Recently Discovered That My Inner Voice Is Different to Everyone Else’s</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2021 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I used to think everyone had an inner voice. A little disembodied narrator that, when unfocused, sounded familiar yet not. But something we could take from our own voice and turn into that of a celebrity, a cartoon character or whatever we wished. So it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It’s Been Nearly 50 Years Since We Last Went to the Moon&#8230; Do You Want to Know Why?</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Jul 2021 16:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ll say it plain; The acquisition of Nazi party member Wernher von Braun was not the most heinous action NASA committed. Not by a long shot. By the time I’m done here, you will not look up at the sky in the same way. I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>For 4/20, I Finally Took the Plunge and Tried the Eldritch Bud – I Regret It</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2021 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I should preface this by stating that I’m not much of a smoker. Wow, amazing tone to set on a 4/20 experience, right? I just don’t wanna lie to you, not when discussing the shit that went down. I’ve finally focused enough to talk, I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>There’s Something Wrong With the Deer on Our Nature Reserve – They’ve Started Standing Up</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2021 16:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve lived in this town all my life, I know all the weird traditions that come with living in a place as remote as mine. But nothing explains what happens at our Deer Park. I used to come out here most evenings during the pandemic,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Little Brother Is a Table, and He’s Started Talking</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2021 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It is as it sounds. Incredulous as it may be, I promise there is an explanation within. I’ve been the Sheriff of a little town called Sturgeon for nearly 23 years. In that time, I’ve seen many a horrific incident descend upon our town, fall...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Not What You Bargained For</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2021 16:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wendel pulled at the vines, damp with dew, that were in his way.  He had been trudging through the trees since sundown.  The air held a dampness and a chill, but he still sweated with the exertion of making this journey.  It was not something...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Touch of the Witch</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2021 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Henry stepped towards the witch, torch blazing in his hand.  He smiled at the sight of her being tied to the stake.  They were wrapping her in iron chains this time.  She wouldn’t be escaping, not again.  No one else’s family would die by her...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Reach</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jul 2021 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dan stepped towards the water’s edge with a smile and a stretch.  “It really is beautiful out here.  Thanks for inviting me.” “Don’t,”  David said, grabbing his arm. Dan looked down at the arm on his, then up to the man it belonged to, meeting...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hunt</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2021 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“We’ve been out here all day.  I don’t understand how we haven’t so much as seen the beast,”  William said from his seat on a fallen tree.  Birds cawed from somewhere off in the distance, but the woods were otherwise silent.  He sipped the ale...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ticket to Normal Town</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2021 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was a time once when my life was more like what most would call normal.  I don’t remember when that was, but it’s only logical to assume that before pills, punk rock and pussy, there was a bout of normalcy for Mister Gillean Rush. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Scars</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2021 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I don’t go into the woods.  There are things in there, things that drive my anxiety through the roof at the mere thought of coming close to them.  A casual hiker may not notice them, lying low and deep within the surrounding foliage.  On a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Do You Love Her?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2021 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m on the lookout for a new job, but I think it’s time that I got a job that has nothing at all to do with IT.  I mean nothing.  No computers.  No keyboards, mice, motherboards, wired networks, wireless networks.  Definitely no PEBKAC (look it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Taste Worth Savoring</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2021 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In between the mozzarella sticks and the second course, I’m thinking about dying. I don’t think of anyone or anything in particular, and I most especially am not thinking about myself.  I happen to like life most of the time, and as far as I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Screaming Island</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2021 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Are you sure there’s buried treasure here?” “Yeah, I have heard strange tales about this place.  Ghosts and zombies and shit.” I resisted rolling my eyes as the small skipper boat we were on slid up against the sands of the island. “It’s not like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Full Moon Flights</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Jul 2021 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Last year BloodyDisgusting gave it 4 out of 5 screams. Fangoria Magazine touted it as “the most original haunted house concept on the market.” But you shouldn’t believe the reviews.  No, really; don’t. Full Moon Flights is not what it seems. According to the brochure,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Child Market</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2021 16:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It started with a call from a friend, Luke. “Rob, are you awake?” he asked in a panic as I groggily searched for my glasses. “I am now,” I remarked dryly as I checked the time.  Three fucking thirty in the morning.  “This had better...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Beneath the Earth, Nightmares Dwell</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2021 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I knew my time at the Rossetti University was going to be something special the minute I learned of its intriguing history. Originally used as a battle fortress during the last years of a strange land war amid pioneers of the Northwest, the last remaining...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Anything For My Bubela</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2021 16:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part 1 Sol ran the red light at the intersection of Main and Marigold and tore down the road to Marigold Court. He’d outstayed his welcome at the poker game, and since the Dominicans knew where he lived, he’d outstayed his welcome at his own...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Poor Shepherd</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2021 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was a small village, a hamlet far off of the beaten path of the major towns and cities, but the people there were hard-working and friendly.  They never required walls because there was nothing to guard against.  They had nothing of value, there was...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Brother’s Killer</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2021 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The following is transcribed from a collection of reel-to-reel tapes recently located in the basement of the long-abandoned St. Elizabeth of Hungary Hospital (location redacted).  The reels appear to capture a conversation between one of the hospital residents and an unknown individual (originally believed to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>To Pass Us By</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2021 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Hey, Derek!  Come here!  Plissken’s got a new video!” From his cubicle, Sean Bannister watched as Derek rolled his chair down the aisle to Jacob’s desk, and even though the day was late, most of the senior staff had gone home, and there wasn’t a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Forever and Always</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2021 16:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Everybody loves the woods, until they follow you home. When my father came back from the military, we bought our first house—a boxy, two-story affair on the woodsy outskirts part of town.  I was twelve going on thirteen then. Our neighborhood was a little off...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Lighthouse Project</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2021 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In early April of 2016, a study was conducted on the psychological effects of solitary confinement under the influence of lights.  The following is an account of that study.  For privacy and at the request of individuals involved, names and identifying details have been omitted...]]></description>
		
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		<title>It’s Inside Your House</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2021 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It wakes you. Not the moan of a withered hag or the fleeting voice of a dead man, but the low trill of wind slipping past your window.  Air being pressed into a hushed breath. The shadows meld themselves back into your bedroom. You blink. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Angels Burned (Part 2)</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2021 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[THIS IS THE SECOND PART OF A TWO-PART STORY. FOR THE FIRST PART OF THIS STORY, CLICK HERE.  It was gearing up to be a long night. The place was packed two-deep with thirsty patrons, and our barback was nowhere in sight.  I wouldn’t know...]]></description>
		
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		<title>That Abominable Sound</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2021 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I arrived at the Kotirc Outpost at approximately 3:30 in the afternoon alongside three senior officers from HQ. We had been told nothing about the facility’s state or its staff, simply that we had lost all communication with them about three days before our arrival....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Disappearance of Braden Kelly</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2021 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I know we’re not supposed to speak ill of the dead, but Braden Kelly was a monster. I can say that now, after years of therapy with someone who specializes in treating trauma and abuse. But, if you’d asked me about him even two or...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Mrs. Biddelspatch Special</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2021 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Flashes of lightning illuminated torrents of rain as they ran down our bedroom window like tiny waterfalls, lulling my wife Meryl and I into a contented slumber. We always seemed to sleep our best during the muffled maelstrom of a Florida storm. But no amount...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Stitcher</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jun 2021 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Are we there yet?” Nicole asked sleepily, her eyes still closed. The car bumped along the unlit two-lane country road, its motion answering her question before Corso could reply. “Welcome back to the land of the living,” he teased gently. “Thought I might have to...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Regret of Misunderstanding</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2021 16:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When the blood moon rises, the beasts of the forest will gather. They will scream when he breaks the barrier from his world to ours; all that is near will burn in his wake. “That’s good, Tommy.” I squeezed my son’s shoulder gently. His picture...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ruby&#8217;s Last Raid</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jun 2021 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve lived in Michigan my entire life. It’s a beautiful place with endless wonder on land and in the depths beneath the water. I live in a small town, and I’ve never for a second considered leaving. I never honestly understood that phase people growing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Protuberance</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2021 16:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[At one point in time, it was said Putt Putt Mini-Golf and Used Cars was among the top hotspots in Splittail. At some point in time, Sheriff Ron Ball figured, each of us gets a chance to be our very best. Now, however, seemed uniquely...]]></description>
		
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		<title>There&#8217;s a Seam in Everything</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2021 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There’s a seam in everything. Seven years ago, I met the girl who could find them. “You’ve got to see what Dani can do.” I let myself be dragged across the park, past the swings to the big oak tree, where a girl with long...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Dreamed Crusades</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2021 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Tell me how it ends.” Again, the demand. Into the cherished sanctuary of her small ivy-covered cottage had come this monstrous trio, breaking through the door — locks and laws be damned! — clad in costumes of pantyhose masks and black outfits, bringing mean eyes,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Vision</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jun 2021 16:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is John Gray. I was once chief evidence analyst with the Oregon State Police. A half-hour past sunset on September 7th of 2013, a volunteer at the visitor’s center inside the Qualls Nature Education Park on the edge of the Columbia River Gorge...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Knoll</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jun 2021 16:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“This doesn’t look safe.”  I looked into the cave that cut into the side of the massive round hill.  Above it, a tree had grown roots downward trying to fill up the void, but it had instead simply created a fanciful framing, like something out...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Rules – Instructions on How to Succeed at Cat Sitting</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2021 16:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My friend Josh was my polar opposite.  He was a young, successful entrepreneur and, frankly said, filthy rich. On the other hand, I was a perpetual failure who lived in a small one-room apartment, always looking to make it to the end of the month....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Jerold’s Wait</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2021 16:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jerold was sitting in the same chair, at the same window, staring outside, waiting. The first snow was falling, and he remembered the time when he’d played out there with the neighborhood kids all those years ago.  He remembered it so vividly that afternoon. The...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Ms. Granger’s Collection</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2021 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I hated Ms. Granger’s collection from the moment I laid eyes on it. The old lady was the latest in my long line of patients.  I’m a caregiver, the live-in type. I’d been working in the field for a decade when I got to know...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Bizarrie of Monsieur Delancey</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2021 16:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Do you ever wonder why children see the world so differently?  Why can they be so enchanted by the simplest and most mundane of things? I never bothered with things like this.  Childhood was a thing of the past, and all its incredible sights had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Dambraka</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2021 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If I could’ve said one thing to covid-19, had one opportunity to deliver a message that the virus could understand, it would’ve been: please don’t destroy my life. No posturing, no tough-guy stuff from me. Just a plea. Not that I think it would have...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Something Unknown Is Out There in the Alps, and It&#8217;s Coming for Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2021 16:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I always liked to have a more secluded lifestyle; reclusive, even. It’s not that I have social anxiety or anything.  I guess I’m just not a people person.  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate other people, but I’d rather not be around them.  I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Harvestmen</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jun 2021 16:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Plummeting through the sky in freefall as fire licks up around you, trying its damnedest to erase you from existence, never gets easier. I was old enough to have forgotten more drops than I remembered, but that feeling of your stomach trying to crawl up...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Really Bad Dreams</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2021 16:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Brent was killed by a slice of toast fired at high velocity from an evil, sentient toaster.  It blasted a hole right through his chest and took a huge piece out of the wall behind him.  We didn’t know what was happening at that point,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Salvage</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2021 16:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Atlas, scan Paradise Station and give me a radio lock. Prepare for broadcast.”  The ship’s computer acknowledged my command with a couple blinks of light and then chirped when the com opened up. “Paradise, this is the captain of the heavy cruiser, Atlas.  We currently...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Valley Collection</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2021 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was twenty the first time I entered the Valley of Shadows.  It is a place that ruins what it touches.  Madness, desolation, violence, mayhem, they’re not words of description, but words of definition.  These are not the things which describe the valley.  They are...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Section 3</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2021 16:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Kraken class meteor miners were top of the line one hundred and twenty years ago when they were first launched into space.  The tech was good enough that all of them were still in service.  They’d had upgrades over the years and all of the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Musecage</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2021 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Daniel’s life was going nowhere. Not dramatically nowhere; he wasn’t failing, crashing or burning. Even a negative direction would have at least been going somewhere. He was just plodding along on a perfectly flat trajectory. No gains. No losses. No change. His siblings, meanwhile, were...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Harmburger</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2021 16:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Entry 1 I don’t know if any of this is going to get through to anyone. If it does, it’s probably because they wanted it to, in which case, I’m really sorry. Maybe they just don’t even care; maybe it doesn’t matter because there’s nothing...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Media Darlings</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jun 2021 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The man found himself in complete darkness, but that’s not what concerned him.  He wasn’t alone in the darkness either, but that was also of no concern to him.  The others were captives, like himself, presumably bound with silk cords to a bolted-down chair, like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Book of Emrys</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2021 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The Somber Starlight Roadhouse didn’t seem like a creepy motel when I pulled into it.  Quite the contrary, in fact.  I thought it was nice, or at least, far from the worst place I had ever stayed in. It had an adjacent gas station &#38;...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Were-Witch of the Howling Woods</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2021 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After several days and hundreds of miles of traveling by stagecoach, Thorogood had finally arrived at his long-dreaded destination of Fogs Dwelling.  It was a drab, inauspicious little frontier town built upon the very edges of the Howling Woods, a fabled old-growth forest that had...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Gordian Knot</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2021 16:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Doctor Luna Valdez swallowed nervously as the elevator descended into the heavily fortified sublevels of the Dreadfort Facility.  She was heading all the way down towards the bunker, and they didn’t keep anything good down there.  It was made entirely of thick, reinforced concrete and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Not Yet Dead</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2021 16:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I can’t touch people who are almost dead. It’s not a phobia, a religious thing or even a preference. I just literally can’t do it. My hands pass through them like they’re already gone. It’s horribly unnerving. You ever walk up a flight of stairs,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Death Song of Ghost and Crow</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2021 16:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Crow!” Eli called out to his companion in a hushed tone. He could see nothing beyond the faint ring of light their campfire was casting among the dense forest of pines. Eli’s friend,  Dead Crow, a Cheyenne Indian did not answer. He wasn’t terribly worried...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Play Music to the Dead, Today They Played One Back</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2021 18:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’ve always found dead bodies fun to play with.  Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been fascinated.  The way the skin changes color, and the body deflates like it’s been emptied out.  How the eyes always creep open the teeniest bit when you really...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Carriage of Grafton Street</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2021 16:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My pursuit for the occult and arcane lead me to London in the year 1646, wherein a new bridge was planned to cross the river at Tower Hill and near the growing fame of Shakespeare’s theatre.  I, on the other hand, to save myself from...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Amphipoda</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 May 2021 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The world was small, like a tiny blue and white marble whirling on a sheet of black glass. Peppering it like glitter were thousands of stars.  Lunar Module Pilot Marcus Windthrope witnessed it all from the exterior of the International Space station.  Sweat beaded his...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Death’s Inkwell</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2021 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[To understand the value of an hour, one must first cherish its passing, and what more profound a way than the slow, inevitable tick of minutes to measure the descent of your demise.  To understand why I cherish this hour above all else, I must...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Cracked and Broken</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2021 16:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Hey, you’ve reached Aaron and Katie. We aren’t home right now but leave us a message, and we will get back to you! Thanks!” “Katie, this is your mother. You didn’t call last night and missed lunch with us today. I am getting very worried....]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Eyes of an Artist</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2021 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Daniel Burgess. I’m the photography coordinator for a public relations and marketing agency in Chicago. At least, that’s what it says on my business card. I’m not so sure what I am, anymore. Just before dawn, I dragged myself out of my...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Spider-Eating Contest</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2021 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[His teeth crunched into another handful of spiders. The pimple popping nature of their exploding abdomens under his gnashing teeth made Jay sick to his stomach. The way too audible sound of the popping didn’t help either. “Looks like that’s another five spiders, Jay! You’re...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Thetic Anti</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2021 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Ugh, my head. I know bad hangovers. I know hangovers so bad, no cold shower or energy drink can fix them. I know what taking a punch feels like. I was seventeen when my coach thought me ready to step into the ring. Half an...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The House with the Portrait</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2021 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I recently bought a house in the country.  I wouldn’t quite call it a country estate, but if someone else did, I wouldn’t disagree with them, either.  The house covers a few thousand square feet, and it’s on 25 acres of land.  Honestly, it’s a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Day Will Come</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2021 18:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Until recently, I was the head of the psychology department at a small, unassuming university.  To protect the privacy of those still working there, I will not tell you which university it is, though I suspect you can find it in the papers.  It depends...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Nothing to Fear</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2021 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Tell me about the first time you remember being scared.” Duane hesitated.  “It’s stupid, you know?” “Nothing’s stupid, Duane,” Dr. Earles gently admonished.  Earles was a balding man in his early sixties, with thin glasses and a neatly-trimmed, mostly white beard.  He very much looked...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Shortcut</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 May 2021 18:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“And I looked, and beheld a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.” – Book of Revelation 6:8 “Alert: traffic ahead.  Estimated travel time has increased by 15 minutes.” Simon sighed and drummed his fingers on...]]></description>
		
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		<title>This is Taylor</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 May 2021 16:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[911 gets three kinds of calls.  There’s the “someone needs help” call, obviously.  That’s the sort that most of our training deals with, and it’s the kind that everyone pictures first when they think of 911.  You could, if you wanted, subdivide these calls into...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Dumpster</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2021 20:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Rain fell on the roofs of the just and the unjust, the saints and the sinners, those who knew peace and those in torment, and tomorrow began at a dark hour.” – Robert R McCammon, “Mine” August 6th, 1982 was a day in Duxbury that...]]></description>
		
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		<title>No Sense Ruining Two Lives</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2021 18:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I’m here to make a confession.  I don’t know if it’ll help, if anything’ll help at this point, but I’m out of ideas and out of time.  So here goes. A year ago, I was at a party, a decent-sized shindig, bunch of working folks...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Eternal Flame</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2021 16:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was seven years old when my brother Frank died in a fire. He was nineteen and a fireman and everything I ever wanted to be in the world. My parents told me that he’d died a hero, that he’d been inside a house saving...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Man Who Ate Ghosts</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2021 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The days all started with the briefing room—a wall-to-wall palette of aged pastels and stark, hospital grayness. In the center of our little room, an oval-shaped table dominated the space with every seat filled with a tired nurse. From one of the windows, a bar...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Hag</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 May 2021 16:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I am going to tell you a story. This isn’t a pleasant tale yet it does contain elements of happiness and love. However, it is mostly and most unfortunately permeated with an abundance of terror and hopelessness. I do hope that you are not faint-hearted...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Corn Wolf</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2021 16:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[When children wish to go into the corn-fields to pluck ears or gather the blue corn-flowers, they are warned not to do so, for “the big Dog sits in the corn.”— The Golden Bough by James Frazer The detective stood leaning against the wall in...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Enumeration Insurgence</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2021 16:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Part One Work from the comfort of your schedule while being paid well.  Apply for a census job. A website was printed on the bottom of the yellow sign sticking out of the ground as I drove by.  I’ve seen a lot of them lately. ...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Viaduct of Mourning</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 May 2021 16:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I still get flashes before I open my eyes in the morning. The air was cold; it carried with it a moisture that seemed to settle right into your lungs with each breath.  At times, a strong gust of wind could feel like ice crystals...]]></description>
		
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		<title>You Are What You Meat</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2021 16:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was all I could do not to vomit when my mother-in-law proudly set the roast down in front of us, its meat glistening brown on the kitchen table.  “Doug, are you alright?” my wife Maxine whispered, making sure her parents couldn’t hear.  She hadn’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Legos</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2021 16:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I really, really hate Legos.  Their little nubs and sharp corners fit perfectly right into the center of the bottom of your foot, causing a stabbing agony that lingers for the rest of the day with every step.  I’d hoped I was done with them...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Body Alterations</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2021 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Karen woke in a sweat, the peripheral of her dream slowly dissipating.  Again, that smell.  She took a long deep breath and groggily massaged her nose though it did not help; it never did.  In fact, the nauseous stench of putrid flesh seemed to linger...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Stop Sign</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2021 16:00:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was a late July night, and I once again found myself basking in the glow of my TV screen, a controller in one hand and a beer in the other. Empty pizza boxes, chip bags, and various other discarded remnants surrounded me as I...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Malum Interfectorum</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2021 16:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I wasn’t sure what I was more surprised to discover: the ragged hole in my backyard, or the man stuck in it. The hole was a crack about eight feet long and maybe two feet thick at its widest point. It looked as if the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>When Hell Comes Knocking</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2021 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I moved to a new town about a year ago.  I was offered a job and was at a point in my life where I felt restless and eager all at once.  A new job in a new town was exactly what I had been...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Horse/8min</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 May 2021 16:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was an incredibly hot day when I heard the knock on my door.  One of those days where you close the blinds and crank the AC, trying to find relief in darkness.  It had been like that all week, each day growing more and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Black Bone Tree</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2021 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Two days ago, I drove up to northern Vermont to do a little hiking.  I needed to get away from it all: my job, social responsibilities, the world.  I didn’t want to have to talk to anyone all weekend, so I picked a ten-mile trail...]]></description>
		
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		<title>What’s in My Mouth?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2021 16:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I flipped through the channels, eyes glazed over, not really seeing what was on the screen.  I was tired, a long workday behind me and an even longer one in front of me.  I considered going to bed, but didn’t want to bring on a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Anima Project</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 May 2021 16:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I awake in the darkness, and where I might have otherwise thought myself blind, there is a thin shaft of light piercing the solid curtain of black around me. The light is reflected through a rounded patch of glass above my head, matched with the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The House with the Spotted Walls</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 May 2021 16:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Kara and Lacey were young and in love. They were also relatively broke, which tended to go along with being young. But their one-year anniversary was coming up, and both of them wanted to do something special to recognize a year of being together. “Let’s...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Dinner Party</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2021 16:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It wasn’t like I was snooping. I was just out for an evening walk, and my neighbor Raul had his curtains wide open. There was light, there was movement, and I looked. Anyone would have. I wasn’t sticking my nose where it didn’t belong. Raul...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Retaliation</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2021 16:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is Duke. This is the story of what happened between me and Colin. We were business partners for a while; I won’t say exactly what kind of business, but yeah, it wasn’t legal, but we never killed anyone. For a while we made...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Blue</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 May 2021 18:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My Dearest, I hope this letter finds you doing well. I&#8217;ve found myself stuck in a morose languish. I hope writing to you will release its hold upon me incrementally as I&#8217;ve become unable to muster the energy to step outside this accursed hotel room....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Chump</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 May 2021 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[If your child is afraid of monsters, keep it that way. I know that sounds cold, maybe even cruel, but the alternative can be far worse.  Your son or daughter will go through a phase where every closet has a creature in it, and evil...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Worms Crawl In</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2021 18:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Dusty Creek was a dried-up old town. It had been small since its inception, and smaller still since the draft had begun. You could run in to everyone you knew within the space of one hot afternoon, and by God, you knew everyone. You knew...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Mr. Lonely</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2021 16:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You could be forgiven for thinking the greeting card industry is dying. You’d be wrong. The invention of email promised to kill the postal industry in total, but it was an empty threat.  The personal touch of pen and ink is one that just can’t...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Some Day, I Will Find It</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2021 18:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“What shall I love if not the enigma?” ―Giorgio de Chirico Part One The yellowed scrap might once have been printer paper, the cheap kind you pay five dollars for in some overly bright big-box palace of soulless depravity. I halted, stooped, and plucked it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Borrow Box</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2021 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The box was delicate and ornately decorated. As Todd Fowler held the small object, no bigger than a matchbox, he knew it would be very easy to destroy.  One wrong move of his palm, a finger gripping its surface too tightly, and the tiny box...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Knocked on Death’s Door</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2021 16:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I stood on the rain-slicked doorstep of a refurbished two-story house just outside of the city. I looked at the take-out order in my hand, then the app on my phone to make sure I was delivering it to the right location.  Through casual conversation,...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Outpost</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2021 16:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It is with profound sadness and continued fear that I tell my story. I fear that I won’t have long and if you should chance upon my recording and I hope that you do – I’ll have explained enough that it may act as a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The CuddL</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2021 16:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The date had been awful. Their friends looked like they had fun, though. A quadruple date on a day as special as Valentine’s wasn’t anybody’s idea of romance at first, but David, being the talented salesperson he was, made quite convincing points on why it...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Blind Experiment</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Apr 2021 16:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I had rooted myself to the rickety wooden seat for the better half of the hour before I met the man who would make me unbearably rich. He trudged into the pub away from the sodden night’s air, his trenchcoat dripping with early autumn rain....]]></description>
		
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		<title>Castle</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Apr 2021 16:00:55 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My last name is Forcz, and people often ask about my nationality. I tell them I&#8217;m Romanian-Hungarian. Several years ago I became very interested in the history of my family, a phase a lot of people go through. I actually hired a genealogist to help...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Underneath the Mask</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Apr 2021 16:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There are sounds in the haze; you just have to be more alert to their subtleties to hear them.  The sounds travel between the thin line that divides the conscious from the unconscious, and when she woke up on the cold, hard ground, she could...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Red Earth</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2021 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There were only a few select things in this world that Corbin Reef hated more than lazy college professors.  Give me a hardass who’ll break you down before midterms, he would say; at least that would show they cared about the class. Corbin was a...]]></description>
		
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