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		<title>Look Inside</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You were always so forthright. So sure of yourself and your desires. Everything you set your mind to turned to gold.
How could I not fall in love with you? 
I still remember the first time I saw you, calmly extending your arm to knock the man who had snatched my purse on his back. The [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/clyde-wolfe/look-inside/</link>
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		<title>Blind Man Reading</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If you have found him, it is probably too late for you. He sits on a park bench at night under a flickering street lamp, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses, a large book open on his lap. A cane rests beside him, confirming that he is blind.
His lips move as if he is mouthing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/valerie-valdes/blind-man-reading/</link>
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		<title>Mr.-Croc-in-a-Blanket</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Tami Trah created Silhoutopia to help those less fortunate than herself. Just by applying her warm hands she could reduce fat without the need for surgery except that the TV people preached an alternative that threatened her little existence and when they visited her corner of Yahtopia she let them have it. 
“Don&#8217;t eat croc!” [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/ian-d-smith/mr-croc-in-a-blanket/</link>
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		<title>A Milestone</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I like to think that every day is a red-letter day here at MicroHorror, whether it be a bright arterial red or a darker venous hue, but today is particularly special. My fiends, it is an unequaled pleasure for me to announce:
STORY #2000
Special congratulations go to newcomer Andrew Lyman, whose story &#8220;The Long Trail and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/microhorror/a-milestone/</link>
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		<title>The Long Trail and Its End</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have plunged deeper into the pit of nightmares than could be reached in a lifetime dreaming. My whole life I have given to the pursuit of the obscure and the forbidden. I have journeyed into hallowed crypts and neglected lands, scoured ancient tomes and stolen their guarded secrets. I have traded ghastly things for [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/andrew-lyman/the-long-trail-and-its-end/</link>
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		<title>No More Time</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Jessica looked at the calendar and her stomach twisted a wave of nausea through her.  The next day was circled with a thick, cruel red mark&#8211;an omen of evil in her otherwise miserable existence. 
“Mother’s coming to visit,” she grumbled unhappily to her cat, patting her gently on the head, “Oh boy, Lovey, I’m [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/jb-ronan/no-more-time/</link>
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		<title>Should Have Worn Wellies</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“Should have worn wellies.”
“Pardon me?”
“Wellington boots.”
Derek swung round but the only other person in the allotments was an elderly man. He was seated three across, one down, under an apple tree with his hat down over his face, dozing. It was that kind of day&#8211;humid after thunderstorms.
“Bill always wore wellies.”
“Who’s there?”
Derek was getting really annoyed. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/oonah-v-joslin/should-have-worn-wellies/</link>
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		<title>Adaptation</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Life sign readings remained negative as the two men made their way through the strange, ruined Martian settlement. Doorways yawned into dark, angular structures.
“It’s all so empty, sir. It gives me the creeps,” said the young scientist.
“Survival of the fittest, Edgar,” said Oderson. “That’s what you’re seeing here.”
His assistant shook his head. “I don’t know, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/chris-allinotte/adaptation/</link>
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		<title>The Sacred Rule</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The remains of the dog&#8211;old Mrs. Waverly&#8217;s Yorkie, went missing last week but it was a snappy, yappy little thing so nobody cared&#8211;went slithering into the bin. Bobby&#8217;s mother tied up the black plastic with choppy movements and shaking hands. 
“Wait till your father gets home,” was all she said. 
Since she wouldn&#8217;t look at [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/michelle-king/the-sacred-rule/</link>
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		<title>Unwritten</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Got talking to an old bloke on the bus; well, he did the talking&#8211;she just sat, at his side, miles away, pretending interest. Was comfortable with her own company this time of day, before the loneliness and boredom kicked in, forcing her to talk to her semi-retired husband Bob. She didn’t have a job; went [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/author/jane-fell/unwritten/</link>
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