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		<title>Sunflowers and Barbed Wire</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2012 05:36:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>K.E. Abel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[He lay curled in the womb of unconsciousness. Aware first of warmth, a tingling permeation from toes to finger-tips, he opened his eyes. An ice-blue cloudless sky glared down at him, the light of the zenith sun lancing his new born eyes. He welcomed the pain as the pervading numbness receded; warmth seeping into the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Last Ride</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 05:46:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>K.E. Abel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Without warning, a bright green light coated the windshield of Jeremy&#8217;s old Ford.  He couldn&#8217;t see the night-time country road any more. &#8220;Dang, guys!  Leave me alone.  I&#8217;m not hurtin&#8217; anyone,&#8221; he roared in rage and frustration.  His eyes were watering from the blinding power of the space-based LASER. &#8220;I can&#8217;t see, babe.  We&#8217;re cooked,&#8221; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Day One</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 02:06:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My eyes hang on the studded porthole: the vast blackness of space glares back in return, judging my form with an austere distaste. I stand moments from stepping out into its infinity. ‘Connor? You good?’ The intercom crackles. Reality pinches me. ‘I’m good. Just getting psyched.’ ‘No worries,’ the intercom replies. ‘Just…when you’re ready.’ A [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sisterhood</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 08:07:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>K.E. Abel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[“Hurry, sister!” the woman breathed in a mixed English and Ukrainian dialect, tapping her bare foot anxiously on the leaf-strewn forest floor.  Despite the chill wind in the fall morning air, the breeze was not what caused her to shudder.  “Hurry!” A gunshot rang out in the distance; eerie, pervading the depths of the living [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Quillon&#8217;s Quarry</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Mar 2012 19:56:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>K.E. Abel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[They&#8217;d been camped in a little valley outside of Nirdeen for two weeks and the men were starting to get restless.  They hadn&#8217;t been the best quality men to begin with, and Quillon knew that if they sat around too much longer the ranks would be completely decimated by brawling and desertion.  From the start [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Big White Duck, Little White Lie</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2012 02:57:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>K.E. Abel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[He had murdered the duck. That’s how it felt, anyway. Matt leaned over the deck railing and gazed downstream, hoping to get a glimpse of a big white duck.  No luck.  Dimples the duck was most certainly dead, swept downstream during last night’s raging storm. Wild ducks were gathering in the stream below. They knew [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Counting Stars-Part 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 04:56:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>K.E. Abel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[A soft cacophony of night-time sounds surrounded Cloud Runner as he sat beside Counting Stars, staring intently into his brother’s face. He could hear the rustle and whisper of the grass as the wind stroked it, the occasional creak of stiff leather as the tipi settled itself for the night, the heavy breathing of his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Counting Stars: Part 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 05:08:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>K.E. Abel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The rising sun coloured the prairies with a soft, rosy glow. The grass turned golden, shimmering as the wind stroked it. A kingsnake curled lethargically out of its burrow, twisting its sleek, brown coils in the morning light&#8211;only to dart back underground as it felt the earth resonate with hooves. Cloud Runner beat his heels [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Gates of Shaizar</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2012 05:39:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>K.E. Abel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Fortress of Shaizar, western Syria August A.D. 1160 When the order to halt came, Blaise al-Mastoub reined his destrier before the guards at the eastern gate of Shaizar. Behind him the queue of merchants with ox carts and camels, woodcutters leading laden donkeys, concubines in curtained palanquins, flocks of bleating sheep and goats, and the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Laughed, I Cried</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:52:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>K.E. Abel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The world is ending, maybe in as little as two days. I feel strangely at peace; there’s some comfort in knowing that I—along with everybody else left in the world—will go out at the same time and in the same way. There’ll be no more bills to pay, no more car insurance, traffic jams, head [...]]]></description>
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