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		<title>Under Ravenswing</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2010 01:44:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Lucy Suitor Holt There are four of us under Ravenswing: Chappy, Tommy, Neil, and myself. I’m Alvern. We are part of this black Appalachian earth, buried for these ten years now. An accident, the walls of the mine gave way, burying us in black coal. Chappy is the oldest, Tommy the youngest, 63 and 19.  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fire Wall</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 02:07:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Kat Heckenbach I clawed past the crowd. Day after day they gathered, clustering to watch the fire as it encroached. It moved impossibly slow, like a wall of advancing soldiers surrounding the city. Heat singed the air, and the acrid smell of burning grass filled my nostrils. Smoke lifted above the fire and dispersed, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Remembering the Ape Girl</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 02:06:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Kevin R. Doyle I first saw the Ape Girl when I was ten.  I didn’t intend to meet her that day; in fact had no idea there was such a person as the Ape Girl.  But  I did meet her that day, the same day I took my first real step into the adult [...]]]></description>
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		<title>House of Reflections</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 02:05:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Eric Bonholtzer Karen tried her best to stifle the tears.  She didn’t know what her husband Kip would do if he saw her crying now, with all the witnesses, but she had a good enough feeling that he wouldn’t care who was looking and just wail off and belt her one in front of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Cemetery Wraith</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 02:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by K. A. Opperman A spectre swims amid the mist, In midnight hours starlight-kissed&#8211; Glides restlessly among the graves That lie along long untrod ways, Amid the swirling autumn leaves In the ancient cemetery. In mausolean neighborhoods Encroached on by the haunting woods, The wraith dwells on the epitaphs And stokes anew its wretched wrath&#8211; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hell Sings Along</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 02:04:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Maria Mitchell I&#8217;ve travelled the Earth from coast to coast and I have seen the ghosts of an unholy thousand years. I don&#8217;t know how, I don&#8217;t know why, I didn&#8217;t die, But I am alive. - I sing a song And Hell sings along. - Listen to the demons a-whispering on the wind [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Do You Know Where You Are?</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 03:03:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Steve Laub Jack awoke. He was doused in a cold sweat and breathing hard. He looked to his alarm clock on the nightstand next to his bed. It seemed broken. There were shapes on it that shouldn’t have been able to fit on the display. He figured he was just sleepy and couldn’t understand [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Trip to the Store</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 03:02:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by James A. Ford “What the hell is the hold up?” I said to myself as I drummed my fingers repeatedly on the handle of the shopping cart. For Christ Sakes Hurry up, I thought. There were only three people ahead of us in the check out line. Just three &#8211; we were so damn [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bite Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 03:02:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Karina Berg Johansson I left Homestead early to be sure to reach Marco Island before the sun set. I’m not old or anything, not everyone living in the south of Florida is, but I would only be fooling myself if I told you my eyes are as good as they used to be. Mom keeps [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Daddy Thing</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 03:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Pamela J. Jessen Ray parked his car near the corner, lifted the bag containing the pumpkins out of the trunk and began walking. Not celebrating Halloween, his ex-wife had said.  Kids didn’t want to come over, she’d said.  Kids were afraid of him. . .  Bullshit. Ray was breathing hard by the time he’d walked [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Demon Clock</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 03:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by K. A. Opperman That pendulum is ever swinging&#8211; Swinging swiftly, ever bringing&#8211; Bringing, with the small hours&#8217; ringing, Me closer to my doom! The waning hours plague and haunt me, The crooked clock-hands spin and mock me, The demon clock grins down upon me And chimes a hellish tune! - That monstrous medallion is [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Chamber</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 01:38:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Brett Joseph Talley It had been a good dream.  When he woke, he had been standing in an open field.  The sun was shining in a clear blue sky, and the breeze was blowing through his hair.  A small child, his daughter, was running towards him, while his wife watched from behind, her hands [...]]]></description>
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