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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>Invitation</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2020 16:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The sun was setting. Jane watched the glorious colors splay across the sky from where she stood in her antique shop, staring out the dusty window at the world beyond. The sunsets in Brereton, North Dakota, truly were magnificent; certainly more beautiful than anything else...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The People in the Old Yellow Car</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2020 16:00:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My mother and I live in a relatively small Midwest town of approximately 10,000 people. In a town this small, it’s common to run into many of the same people during your daily routine, as people tend to take the same roads and have the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Woods and the Goddess</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2020 19:29:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The far-off unfocused stare of a corpse is something that still unnerves me. Their gaze locked on to a spot somewhere out beyond the physical realm, the milky haze of the degrading cornea acting like a barrier between the living world and the endless black...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Road Regret</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2020 22:00:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“My god, boys… will you just stop?!? If you keep messing around you’re going to miss your bus and I can’t afford to be late today.” My spirits far too defeated to attain the authoritative tone needed for the situation. Stewie and Collin are still...]]></description>
		
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		<title>A Rat Problem</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2020 16:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I bought an older house, with no basement.  All I thought at the time was that I would own my own place, at long last; I didn’t think how inconvenient it would be to have just a simple crawlspace.  It doesn’t go all the way...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Childhood Memories</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2020 22:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I opened the back door to my house, without bothering to put shoes on, and walked towards the line of trees that stood at the entrance to the forest. It was summer and the warm breeze carried with it the smell of nature, thick and...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Camper Appreciation</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2020 16:00:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Come on, Jim, you know it’s going to suck.” I didn’t nod, though I wanted to.  Mark was right, as usual.  Most of camp had sucked, to be honest. Tom, on the other hand, tried once more to be the voice of reason, even as...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Song and Dance Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2020 16:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In the small town of Belle Carne, nothing ever happens—until the autumn night a strange man arrives with a fiddle, a smile too wide, and a promise of free music. Drawn by curiosity, the townsfolk gather beneath the glow of a yellow tent, eager to dance away the monotony of their lives. But as the bow begins to glide and the melody takes hold, the dance turns into something far darker. By the time the music stops, Belle Carne will never be the same again. A haunting blend of nostalgia, folklore, and horror, The Song and Dance Man asks one unforgettable question: what would you give to keep dancing when the music won’t let you stop?]]></description>
		
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2020 16:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[As a code enforcement officer, I’m not well-liked by the citizens of Winter Garden, Florida. Most of the time people tend to get upset when you tell them something about their property violates the standards of the City. I’ve only been doing this job about...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Large Yellow Eyes</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2019 17:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My name is John Dawson, and I was a beat cop for twenty-two years for a small town in rural West Virginia. People talk and stories get passed around, especially in small towns with few ears but big mouths. Sometimes, the people knew a crime...]]></description>
		
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		<title>I Told You To Smile</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2012 06:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was the 2nd of January, 2:04 AM. I woke up to a knocking on the door. One knock every three seconds. I slipped on my slippers and walked down the stairs. As I walked down, the knocking on the door got faster, almost like...]]></description>
		
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		<title>The Cabin in the Woods (a.k.a. The Portraits)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2012 06:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive...]]></description>
		
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