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		<title>Back?</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Story Horde is a collection of otherwise unpublished weekly updates by unestablished and wacky writers. The Horde was started in 2008 when I was in high school after reading Richard Brautigan&#8217;s The Abortion. If you&#8217;re not familiar, a character is the story owns a library of unpublished unwanted stories. I wanted an outlet for my [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3594369&amp;post=215&amp;subd=fictionforum&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Leave a Sleeper Be I</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The voice begins somewhere far beneath, where root meets core, a dark and sacred space where its words presumably fall clear and free from crumbling ancient lip. At such a depth, even the smallest of ears may tune in to the eternal noise unimpeded, but here, where sun breaks canopy like a cat in a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3594369&amp;post=168&amp;subd=fictionforum&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Timing of Intimacy</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The clock towers above the city, her Moon face freckled by Roman numeral Red and bruised gears churn inside like          anxiety And drop tremors her steeple, dress for a funeral. Speaking of trees, sweet amber caroline is in a bottle of whiskey rolling inside a purple suitcase, with his sinister buddies and burping over multi-coloured [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3594369&amp;post=159&amp;subd=fictionforum&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>3 Poems</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 11:02:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[College They come from home: swamps, sewers, and airlifts Dragging with them their stench, mothers, and premature behavior. “Class of 2012!” all pumped up. What a great “New Ivy League” school You should be proud to be here Clearly you tried your hardest And deserve a real. college. experience. Close your eyes and breathe it [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3594369&amp;post=155&amp;subd=fictionforum&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A Conversation</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 14:53:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I remember you, Dyon, when you were nothin&#8217; more than a lovesick little boy. Oh, look bored and exasperated all you please, but—you had a soul then, and you weren&#8217;t afraid of happiness—weren&#8217;t afraid to fight to be happy, with everything you had, against everything you-&#8221; &#8220;Calla.&#8221; He&#8217;s rolling his eyes, his voice thick and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3594369&amp;post=145&amp;subd=fictionforum&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Waiting</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Jul 2008 08:40:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Now look what you’ve made me do!” Alysha was fuming. <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3594369&amp;post=124&amp;subd=fictionforum&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Bass String Hands</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 15:36:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is either the last or second-to-last poem before we return to our regularly programmed nonsense.  Have fun! Bass String Hands Bass string hands and German Shepard bones, slap bass veins pulsing with guitar riff blood. Skin like burnt sunshine, lines at hipline, at kneecaps winter sunshine thighs. Vampiric resurrection as love as acceptable solution [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3594369&amp;post=111&amp;subd=fictionforum&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Waiting</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 03:59:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ Of course I was just taking this as a summer job. Of course I was going to quit in a couple months. I just don’t have to let them know. <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3594369&amp;post=102&amp;subd=fictionforum&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Let&#8217;s Save The World! (It&#8217;s Valentine&#8217;s Day)</title>
		<link>http://fictionforum.wordpress.com/2008/07/15/lets-save-the-world-its-valentines-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 15:28:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is filler while I&#8217;m in Wisconsin. When I get back, I&#8217;ll be practically a doctor AND figure out what to do about Jimmy and Oscar, I swear. Sheepishly, Bargain Puppy Let&#8217;s Save The World! (It&#8217;s Valentine&#8217;s Day) 080229 “Let&#8217;s save the world! (It&#8217;s Valentine&#8217;s Day)” I tell you all in one breath, misty mouths [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3594369&amp;post=108&amp;subd=fictionforum&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Spring Begins</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 04:46:09 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Succulent Sunday]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was a dream. The light shinning, bending, glowing, comforting each contour on my map of corruption, moral-less, worthless corruption. Each imperfection was highlighted by this divine glow. The burning florescent bush shown hallow upon his face. It lied to him, emitting a slow truth, a dim light. His major flaws were depleted; this low [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=fictionforum.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3594369&amp;post=100&amp;subd=fictionforum&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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