<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Celeste on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/celeste/</link><description>Recent content in Celeste on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/celeste/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Mighty Isadora</title><link>/stories/2003/09/12/the-mighty-isadora/</link><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/09/12/the-mighty-isadora/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Mighty Isadora
by Celeste
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The Mighty Isadora by Celeste&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Search as long and hard as you like, try every toy store for miles but
you will not find amongst the mass ranks of pint sized space suits and
tiny cowboy hats a junior clerks outfit. There is no &amp;ldquo;my first filing cabinet&amp;rdquo;.
Nobody aspires to be a filing clerk, no one views the position of cog within
a giant cooperate wheel as the crock of gold at the end of life&amp;rsquo;s rainbow.
But then Karl didn&amp;rsquo;t go a bundle on rainbows.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>What Martin Knew</title><link>/stories/2003/07/22/what-martin-knew/</link><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/07/22/what-martin-knew/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;What Martin Knew
by Celeste
What Martin Knew By Celeste
Martin was different. He knew that, he&amp;rsquo;d always known that, as far
back as Martin could remember, Martin had known he was different. Nobody
else seemed to share his fascinations, no one he knew at school taped &amp;ldquo;bits&amp;rdquo;
of TV shows like he did. A kidnap scene here, a bit of a medical drama
there, alone he&amp;rsquo;d sit moving the tape along frame by frame freezing a glimpse
of a straightjacket. Staring long and hard at the screen, as most teenage
boys do Martin discovered what turned him on in the privacy of his bedroom.
By the time he left school the internet had opened up a whole world of
bound helpless, if 2 dimensional females for Martin to lust after. His
experiments with those more solid females around him had been fun but lacked&amp;hellip;
that certain something.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Barn</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-barn/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-barn/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Erosboutique &amp;amp; Grometsplaza Latex story competition 2004&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Liz stared out of the caravan window. Through the streaks of rain,
she could just make out the figure of her boyfriend Gary standing chatting
to the postman. Knee deep in mud the pair laughed and joked as Gary signed
for yet another package. Liz watched the post van bump and jolt it&amp;rsquo;s way
down the dirt road that lead off the property and wondered why the hell
she didn&amp;rsquo;t just jump aboard it and get back to civilisation, but she knew
why and turned to watch Gary trudge off through mud up to the barn in the
distance.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>