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  <title>Spin's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>The stories I start here are released as Creative Commons works, feel free to use them. They contained as part of Saijo City's main library and feed system called 'The Allegory'. 

One such use of these ficlets is to collaboratively write a short 'snapshot in time' piece that can be turned into a short film or machinima short.

Go forth!</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-07-20T13:56:39Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Hollow Point</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A couple of guys are armed. One is sitting on a box in the middle of the road across from me. The other, is aiming and firing into the air. A hyper-energetic, hyper-cheerful couple who&amp;#8217;ve been running around the area making fun of people, well, they&amp;#8217;re peculiarly safe in the street.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t really explain the things I see, other than, I see them. They happen.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/804</id>
    <published>2007-03-18T07:04:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-20T13:56:39Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Spin</name>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Yes pigs</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Even though the city is torn, the children are important. In fact, when some of them were killed a while ago when the north side was ravaged, a bloody inscription outside the Port Authority building appeared.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Amidst dried blood and below the markings of KillCorp, the haunting text reads:&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;When the last brick has fallen, we will scratch the storys [sic] of your crimes on the scraps of flesh of our slaughtered children.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Yes pigs.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/801</id>
    <published>2007-03-18T06:05:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-11T14:32:32Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Spin</name>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Finding Shelter</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;When a city is divided by a wall, Bad Things happen. After an earthquake, and a fire, and the infestation of Bad Things and Bad People, &amp;#8216;taking cover&amp;#8217; became a long term thing. Take cover, and stay there. It&amp;#8217;s home now.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/787</id>
    <published>2007-03-17T22:27:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-20T19:11:05Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Spin</name>
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    </author>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">The kids of Steelbox Ridge</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Every so often, homeless kids curl up inside the shipping containers on Steelbox Ridge in Saijo City&amp;#8217;s northern addition.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/280</id>
    <published>2007-03-14T20:44:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-21T17:59:18Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Spin</name>
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