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		<title>Expiring (new story idea)</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 09:13:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fourteen days left.
Peter shoves hard on the glass door, hearing a small bell jangle above him as he steps over the threshold. The young clerk glances up from the small television screen, startled by the sudden noise. He stands up quickly, offering a manufactured smile to the new customer.
The news report, background noise: “Tonight, our [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&blog=1287407&post=295&subd=splinterfiction&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Body</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 08:31:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[	Blonde hair that might have looked good if it was washed, faded green eyes, clear skin, almost rail-thin; by today’s conventions, she was very pretty. Her skin was pale, almost anemic. Besides a possible case of anorexia (judging by her weight and height), she had a slight yellow tinge to her skin that signified the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&blog=1287407&post=288&subd=splinterfiction&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Ramble</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 06:39:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I don’t know what to write. There’s this major mental impasse that’s been blocking my brain for the past few months, even the past year if I think about it. So many changes that could have contributed to it; new girlfriend, stressed financial state, the exit of high school and transition into living without parents [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&blog=1287407&post=286&subd=splinterfiction&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>PCH</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 17:57:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I stood nervous, restless amidst the heavy salt of the sea air, feet clad in fuck-me pumps and body wrapped in a tight mini skirt that hugged my ass like a drunk uncle at Christmas. The thinnest tank top I&#8217;d ever worn was clinging to my breasts and making my nipples look like dark sunspots [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&blog=1287407&post=290&subd=splinterfiction&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sweetheart</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 17:27:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When you&#8217;re near me,
I hum with happiness.
When you&#8217;ve left me,
I feel a hole open up inside.
We reunite
Every once and a while,
And yet I can always simply close my eyes
And feel you next to me,
Your warm body against mine,
Your soft hazel eyes,
Your broad, knowing smile,
The small kisses we share.
I know, I can feel,
That we were fated [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&blog=1287407&post=283&subd=splinterfiction&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Mother&#8217;s Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 02:09:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She has cared for me for years,
My watchful guardian,
Protector, provider, parent.
She has aided me in all I aspire towards,
Encouraged my thoughts,
The little sparks that could lead to a flame of inspiration.
She is the reason I&#8217;m the writer I am today,
Her benevolent influence, her encouragement,
Always towards something great.
She is unique and as perfect as a human [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&blog=1287407&post=282&subd=splinterfiction&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Walking Up to School</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 18:38:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I saw a fig this morning,
Red meat exposed,
Dark, mottled skin peeled back.
A burst of crimson against
The gray backdrop of asphalt.
Splattered by a car.
Sad, I thought.
What a waste of good fruit.
My eyes focused,
Lamenting this loss,
And I saw the crimson burst was no exposed meat,
But a red mouth,
Opened in a scream of terror,
And the dark mottled flesh
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		<title>dying eggs</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 18:34:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[chemical dyes stain my fingertips
with the recklessness of mad scientists
at frenzied work deep in a laboratory, and
I breath deep the smell of bitter vinegar as
the orbs are dipped quietly into vats of colors
that barely change the original white,
a pointless task that we take with a
grain of salt in our labors, our heads slipping as
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		<title>The Classroom Experience</title>
		<link>http://splinterfiction.wordpress.com/2009/04/30/the-classroom-experience/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 18:48:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We sit,
Simultaneously entranced and
Exhausted by the talking
That we must listen to.
Nodding heads can rarely be distinguished
Between the interested and the somnolent;
Yet this is no fault or failure of any,
Neither teacher nor student,
Simply the product of the time.
Eleven-forty, five minutes until lunch,
Our stomachs call out with the power
Of twenty hungry Audrey II&#8217;s
All screaming for blood,
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		<title>How this post came to be conceived</title>
		<link>http://splinterfiction.wordpress.com/2009/04/29/how-this-post-came-to-be-conceived/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 19:49:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One evening, a pen and piece of looseleaf met at a bar. After a wild night of passionate scribblings and paper cuts, the two had an awkward breakfast at the pen&#8217;s place and exchanged numbers, more out of a feeling of necessity than any real connection. Anyway, for a couple of weeks the looseleaf waited [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=splinterfiction.wordpress.com&blog=1287407&post=276&subd=splinterfiction&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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