<?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/Sommy_Boy7147"><title>Escapadia 291008 - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/</link><description>The 5 minute automatic typing journals in which I reveal all about my fantastical life </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/Sommy_Boy7147/614087" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/594839" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/594329" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/594138" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593905" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593769" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593462" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593293" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593079" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/592904" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/614087"><title>Escapadia 280509</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/614087</link><description>I have decided... I am going to a publisher with this! Whilst the fantasy is my reality. It is time to make my reality the fantasy!</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/594839"><title>Escapadia 070209</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/594839</link><description>I staggered out of the sea, slipping on the sand. The destruction of The Obtrix consuming my entire essence just as it consumed the Truth with its Falsehood. The Chieftain had sacrificed the fight for Truth so he could maintain the Lie to save his people. If they only knew the Truth they would...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/594329"><title>Escapadia 040209</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/594329</link><description>Surely the Truth is worth sacrificing All for. To some, upholding the Lie is what they believe will save All. How can anyone be saved if All they believe to be True is False? Aren't they worse than dead? Are they not the living dead who have not realised they died as soon as they were born and...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/594138"><title>Escapadia 030209</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/594138</link><description>The Chieftain unfurled a roll of paper. It overhung the hefty wooden table below deck of the ship he had seized. "You believe this to be of significance Chieftain?" "Soman Balan, this map shows us everywhere we have gone. Where we are and where we will be headed." I peered down at the parchment,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593905"><title>Escapadia 020209</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593905</link><description>The sterns of the galleons entwined like wooden fingers locked in stalemate during a gaints' arm wrestle. Neither relinquishing the other. As one buckled, instead of loosening its grip, it brought the other down with it. Slowly. Painfully. The sea swelled mournfully around the vessels creating a...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593769"><title>Escapadia 010209</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593769</link><description>"They are closing in on us Soman Balan!" "Let them Cheiftain. We can't keep running!" "What we cannot do, man of youth, is constantly run away from what we fear. It is time to run towards it. Head on! Quick take the helm and steer our vessel round and sail us directly toward their lead ship and I...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593462"><title>310109</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593462</link><description>The waves buffetted the galleon as it lunged and rose form the stormy sea in response. Thunderous blasts boomed from behind us in the distance. The sails ripped above us. "Cheiftain we are loosing momentum! Of all the ships to escape in we take the only one without cannons!" Or sails were now in...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593293"><title>Escapadia 300109</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593293</link><description>Our movement rushed back to our bodies with such momentum that we we might as as well have hit the ground running. We tripped out of the forest and onto the sandy beach. Our hunters could be heard behind us crashing through the undergrowth like a herd of rampaging demented elephants, trumpetting...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593079"><title>Escapadia 290109</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/593079</link><description>The network of vine bridges above the forest expanded out like giant turantula's web. We headed towards the sea whilst those from the sea continued in-land with dense foliage providing green separation between us both. "We will soon be there, Soman Balan!" exclaimed the Chieftain as we continued...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/592904"><title>Escapadia 280109</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sommy_Boy7147/592904</link><description>We crashed through the undergrowth. Our speedy pace sprouting from the ground beneath. Our breathlessness offshoots from our panting mouths. The sounds of an angry crowd racing towards us. "This is no good, Soman Balan. We cannot run anymore," exclaimed the breathless Chieftain. "If we don't run...</description></item></rdf:RDF>