<?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/demultiflex9592"><title>THE DAISY FIELD Short Horror Stories  - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/</link><description>Somewhere in the South, there's an field where there's an old, Oak Tree that has a past. Mr. Rogers the oldest member of the community remembers all the horrors that took place there over the years, and would share the stories with anyone that happens by his place.</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/demultiflex9592/581180" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/580584" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/580087" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579892" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579616" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579417" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579201" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579021" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/578697" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/578662" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/581180"><title>The finale of THE BUTCHER'S DOLL COLLECTION</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/581180</link><description>THE DAISY FIELD THE BUTCHER'S DOLL COLLECTION SCENE 3 MR. ULSON [TO THE SKIN] Look at how beautiful you are, So smooth and warm. You are going to make a nice one. Yes indeed you are a beauty. I will always Love you. [CUTTING WITH CARE] I made you a dress that would look wonderful on you. I can’t...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/580584"><title>The Butcher's Doll Collection Continues</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/580584</link><description>THE DAISY FIELD THE BUTCHER'S DOLL COLLECTION SCENE 2 [AS MR. ULSON ENTERED THE BAR, EVERYONE THAT SEEN HIM SPOKE, OR HAD A FRIENDLY GESTURE. MR. ULSON, THEN TOOK A SEAT AT THE BAR. LOOKED AT THE BARTENDER AND SAID.] MR. ULSON Good evening to you Sam. I’ll have the usual! BARTENDER Coming right...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/580087"><title>THE BEGINNING OF ANOTHER SHORT HORROR STORY</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/580087</link><description>THE DAISY FEILD THE BUTCHER'S DOLL COLLECTION SCENE 1 [BETH, THEN STOOD UP, LOOKED AT EVERYONE IN THE ROOM, AND SAID WITH A SMIRK.] BETH I could use another cup of coffee, would any one else like some? MR. ROGERS Thank you young lady, I would Love another cup. TOM Me too. MARIE [STANDING] I’ll...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579892"><title>Conclusion of First Short Story of THE DAISY FIELD</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579892</link><description>THE DAISY FIELD THE SWEETHEARTS [ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES LATER RICHARD, PASSES THE ROGERS‘ HOUSE, SECONDS LATER HE PULLED HIS CAR INTO THE FIELD, UP TO THE OLD, OAK TREE. HE EXITS THE VEHICLE, AND THEN OPENS THE TRUNK.] RICHARD [LIFTING HER OUT] We’re here Honey. Yes, it is cold out here. [HE...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579616"><title>More to the short story</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579616</link><description>THE DAISY FIELD SHORT HORROR STORIES THE SWEETHEARTS [AS THE MONTHS TURNED TO YEARS THE COUPLE, GROW DISTANT. CASE AFTER CASE OF LIQUOR WAS CONSUMED. AS THE ABUSE GOTTEN WORST. HE WOULD LOCK HIS WIFE IN THEIR BEDROOM WHILE HE WAS AT WORK. HE ALSO MADE HER WEAR A BELL AROUND WAIST SO HE COULD...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579417"><title>CONTINUES WHERE IT LEFT OFF YESTERDAY</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579417</link><description>THE DAISY FIELD THE SWEETHEARTS RICHARD Good old, Uncle Otis. We should visit some time soon. REGINA [PLACING THE CARD ON THE COFFEE TABLE] That would be Wonderful. [RICHARD, THEN TOOK THE BOX INTO THE KITCHEN, AND PLACED IT ON THE TABLE. HE TOOK A BOTTLE OUT OF THE BOX, AND THEN POURED HIMSELF A...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579201"><title>The First Section of the Short Stories THE DAISY FIELD</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579201</link><description>THE DAISY FIELD Short Stories THE SWEETHEARTS ACT 1 [MR. ROGERS SITS IN HIS LIVING ROOM, IN HIS EASY CHAIR HOLDING A CUP OF COFFEE, IN THE COMPANY OF FOUR LOST, AND STRANDED STRANGERS, HE LET INTO HIS HOME. TO WARM THEMSELVES BY THE FIRE, AND TO HEAR A STORY OR TWO.] SCENE 1 [AT THE BIGGEST AND...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579021"><title>Here's the rundown of my short Horror Stories I call THE DAISY FIELD</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/579021</link><description>THE DAISY FIELD RUNDOWN SOMEWHERE IN THE SOUTHERN STATES, ALONG AN OLD, COUNTRY ROAD, THERE IS A FIELD WITH A SINGLE, OLD, OAK TREE THAT IS SURROUNDED BY DAISIES YEAR AROUND. IN ADDITION, EVERY NIGHT A THICK FOG SETTLES ONLY OVER THIS CERTAIN LOT OF LAND. THE NEAREST NEIGHBOR IS A KINDLY, OLD MAN...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/578697"><title>AUX/COM Where our computer games characters come to life.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/578697</link><description>AUX/COM ACT I [THE YEAR IS 2055 A.D. AT WASHINGTON STATE PRISON FOR MEN. MACK, IS ON DEATH ROLE, ON ROUTE TO THE GAS CHAMBER FOR EXECUTION. THE FOUR GUARDS STARTED TO STRAP HIS ARMS, AND LEGS DOWN. THE CHAPLIN STEPPED IN THE CHAMBER.] SCENE A [CHAPLAIN] Forgive this poor, soul.[LOOKING UP] [MACK,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/578662"><title>BATTLE BOTS by request only</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/demultiflex9592/578662</link><description>YOU COULD READ MORE @ ITEM FOR SALE. SEND ME A COMMENT. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.</description></item></rdf:RDF>