<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime"><title>KaBooM62's Story Time - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/</link><description>Literary fiction short stories from writer living in Japan.  Writer sees stories everywhere and creates, interesting stories with cultural insights.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/708155" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/701364" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/701363" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/701362" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/694383" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/692166" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/686139" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/684174" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/684173" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/678581" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/708155"><title>The Stories of Emi and john</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/708155</link><description>The Stuff that Doesn’t Matter Always Matters, When it Shouldn’t, but When it Should, it Doesn’t! (In Japan) by Karen Bremer Masuda Emi The long line of ten year old boys seemed never ending. Especially for Emi, who stood at the end of the right side of the line facing another line of all boys,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/701364"><title>After the Storm</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/701364</link><description>After the Storm by Karen Bremer Masuda The thunder clapped loud enough to startle her from her work, which she had trouble concentrating on anyway. Judy looked outside the widow at the torrents of rain splattering heedlessly on the window pane. Being back at the office wasn’t the cure-all she had...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/701363"><title>Sweet Potatoes for Breakfast</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/701363</link><description>Sweet Potato for Breakfast by Karen Bremer Masuda I had to get out of there when a full breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and fruit arrived in front of me, placed gingerly, but proudly, with a placard proclaiming ‘western’ glaring up at me. I couldn’t bear it. No matter that they had obviously had...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/701362"><title>The Need for Balloon Volleyball</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/701362</link><description>The Need for Balloon Volleyball by Karen Bremer Masuda Balloon volleyball had to be the answer. Yuki stared at the assortment of pamphlets strewn out before him. What he had now, was time. Time to play balloon volleyball! It might even count that he had played volleyball in high school. His sixty...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/694383"><title>Amaterasu- a short story anthology of fantastic stories</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/694383</link><description>Here is a book which I am published: http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/amaterasu-an-anthology-of-fantastic-stories/15917871 All proceeds go to the red cross and the earthquake and tsunami fund for Japan. My story is: A Shell of the Girl. I think it is fantastic that Reese Mills is publishing...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/692166"><title>A Shell of the Girl</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/692166</link><description>A Shell of the Girl by Karen Bremer Masuda She regained her soul. But for her to reach this point had taken more pain than she cared to remember. Subsequently, the pain didn’t subside with her self discovery, but the realization put her on the road to herself. It was her voice at the amateur...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/686139"><title>Her Sweet Hong Kong</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/686139</link><description>Her Sweet Hong Kong by Karen Bremer Masuda The delayed flight gave Kylie Nomura time to consider her current predicament. Honestly, buoyed by the experience, she had difficulty looking at it as a predicament. It was her upbringing, the social norms of WASP morality, studded with Victorian notions...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/684174"><title>Carving a Niche</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/684174</link><description>Carving a Niche by Karen Bremer Masuda Jun Kosugi ran his fingers along the top of his desk and back again. The carved spaces felt smooth under his fingers as he cast loving eyes on his creation. Jun had removed the plastic protective covering hours ago, putting it in the hallway outside his...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/684173"><title>I'm Alright!</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/684173</link><description>I’m Alright! by Karen Bremer Masuda ‘I’m alright,’ his voice reverberated through the air bouncing off sides of mountains. It was imperative that he get across to Misaki that he was alright. Her whereabouts completely eluded Daiji. He didn’t see her anywhere in this massive ravine. He boomed as...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/678581"><title>Jury Duty</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/KaBooM62sstorytime/678581</link><description>Jury Duty by Karen Bremer Masuda The door swung open as if on its own accord. Naoki felt high as a kite as he passed through it. As long as he felt this good he may as well get some work done. Even though his usual work held nothing for him, this job, this jury duty, might be just what he needed....</description></item></rdf:RDF>