<?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/Writeart227166"><title>Fiction Shorts - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Writeart227166/</link><description>Short fiction snippets from my book A Harvest of Thorns and other sort pieces. </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/Writeart227166/935053" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Writeart227166/929771" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Writeart227166/929598" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Writeart227166/929285" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Writeart227166/928260" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Writeart227166/927711" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Writeart227166/927491" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Writeart227166/927368" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Writeart227166/935053"><title>A Few Ways to Tickle Your Funny Bone</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Writeart227166/935053</link><description>There's no denying that humor has exceptional health benefits for the mind and body. 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But if you were to manage a ten-room mansion of squabbling children, you might not be so willing to condemn me. I shall relate to you the tale of the slippers and how I acted the way I did. Then judge me as mad. I cannot say when the thought first crossed my mind. It was...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Writeart227166/929285"><title>The Wail of the Wolf</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Writeart227166/929285</link><description>“Haven't seen you 'round these parts afore.” Randy Wolford addressed the stranger seated next to him at the bar. "I'm a reporter," the stranger fished out a business card from his shirt pocket. "Tom Davison, Chicago Tribune." 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With her slim form, she had managed to rise up over the secretarial pool to the status of personal secretary to Doug Latimer, a prize to all the other girls. She had won Doug's heart and Mary hated it. She had been around for...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Writeart227166/927491"><title>The Sacrifice of Liberty</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Writeart227166/927491</link><description>Larry Benson found the world of microbiology unique yet foreign as he watched virus cells behave under an electron microscope. They appeared to act in random order, but he knew their size was deceiving. Even the tiniest aberrant cell could create an unstoppable deadly pandemic. 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