<?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/RaffleStop"><title>Some short stories from Raffle Stop - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RaffleStop/</link><description>Here follows a few short stories [they're very short so shouldn't take too long to read], i write until i have to pause in which case i wrap the whole thing up. The titles of the stories don't match the content and both are utterly random.</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/RaffleStop/614384" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RaffleStop/613939" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RaffleStop/613786" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RaffleStop/614384"><title>Flicking Kicker</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RaffleStop/614384</link><description>How the mighty fall! Toppled sideways like a massive stack of Pringles perched precarious like. With a crunch but no munch this elliptically towered analogy crashed to the ground around 14:00 GMT [(Greenwich Mean Time), who would have guessed that the globe is Greenwich-centric? Have these...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RaffleStop/613939"><title>A pearlescent dream</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RaffleStop/613939</link><description>A beautiful countryside lay before him, spreading as far as the eye can see. Flashes of brilliant colour bounced off the leaves, lighting his way. A tree lined path stood open to his right, waiting for his feet to tread the sodden mud and grass. The little lad was on top of the world, things were...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RaffleStop/613786"><title>Spread it on good</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/RaffleStop/613786</link><description>It all started when, one starry eve.... The gibbon was drinking by the light of the moon when all of a sudden, out of nowhere there came a scream (not entirely sure where a scream can actually come from, you can never be prepared for a scream, it’s an expression of surprise, shock and fear,...</description></item></rdf:RDF>