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		<title>59. Silent Partner</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 00:26:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Richards</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;That&#8217;s a &#8230; nice &#8230; dress you got on there captain.&#8221; A midget stared up at me though an eye patch and a thick clump of hair over his eyes.
&#8220;Oh no I&#8217;m not&#8211;&#8221; I tried to say. I held a small basket of fish and herbs close to my chest. A man has never approached [...]]]></description>
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		<title>96. One Moment</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 23:56:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cooked ground beef and spices filled the air. Chris’ mouth watered. “Three hard tacos” Chris said, his voice louder than normal. Sounds of people eating and talking filtered though an open doorway. He rubbed the stiff dollars between his thumb and fingers while the cashier silently punched the keys. Even with beef in the air, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>47. Smart Pets</title>
		<link>http://zensoftware.org/archives/441</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 23:50:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A soon as my girl walks in the door I rub on her leg. Smells of the outside world sift though my nose. The place she spends her days, the one filled with strawberries, cigarettes, and chicken. I love smelling my girl on these days. She bends over so I can lick the chicken stains [...]]]></description>
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		<title>13. God</title>
		<link>http://zensoftware.org/archives/438</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 18:09:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Humanity doesn’t need faith in me, they need hope in themselves. For example let’s look at these two teenagers, Bruce and Sofie. Every Monday and Wednesday, they sit next to each other in history class. I watch as Sofie spends the class writing “Bruce” over and over in her notebook. She dreams about him talking [...]]]></description>
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		<title>166. The Wit and the Pendulum</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 11:27:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Richards</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I awoke up to such darkness that I couldn’t be sure if my eyes had actually opened. My head was spinning and unlike most hangovers, I found myself sitting and hunched over. As I reached up, a heavy weight pulled at my waist and a thick pain kept my hands fastened to my lap. I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>27. Loveless</title>
		<link>http://zensoftware.org/archives/425</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 15:18:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Richards</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Will you marry me?” Fred knelt beside her in the middle of the restaurant.
She could see his hands trembling as he held out the black velvet box. Blood rushed to her face. She looked at the ring and back at him. He was blushing with embarrassment and fear. A hushed silence fell over the restaurant [...]]]></description>
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		<title>192. Rehearsal</title>
		<link>http://zensoftware.org/archives/409</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 13:55:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Richards</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chris stood in the middle of the empty seats. He looked to the stage below where Roland and Jaime chatted with each other. Chris clicked the microphone button on his belt. “Alright let’s get started. Roland and Jaime, this is your first encounter. Jaime, you need to allure to your ulterior motive. The audience should [...]]]></description>
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		<title>101. Ghosts</title>
		<link>http://zensoftware.org/archives/405</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 21:33:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[After I died, a lot of things changed. As a ghost, time streamed together giving me the opportunity to watch the world in a way I never could before. The first thing I did was to head back to my old high-school and sit in the girls locker room. I watched the cheerleaders-those snooty bimbos [...]]]></description>
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		<title>29 Evil</title>
		<link>http://zensoftware.org/archives/403</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 21:28:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Red and yellow light flooded my face. The explosion echoed from the Dolby Surround Sound vibrating my ribcage. I gripped the seat as the main character drove a fire engine red 1952 convertible across the raised highway, dodging ufos falling out of the sky. Could he make it to the power station in time? What [...]]]></description>
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		<title>72. Wants</title>
		<link>http://zensoftware.org/archives/395</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 00:26:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Richards</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Fine.&#8221; Lindsey plodded across the small dorm room. A tall table stood next to the door covered in junk. Lindsey slung her book-bag over her shoulder and plucked Jerome&#8217;s phone off the table. &#8220;You won&#8217;t need this.&#8221;
Jerome&#8217;s heart went into overdrive as she stormed out. His legs itched to follow. The door was propped open [...]]]></description>
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