<?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>Freyr on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/freyr/</link><description>Recent content in Freyr on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/freyr/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Cornered</title><link>/stories/2010/06/17/cornered/</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2010/06/17/cornered/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Sean was pressed up against the wall, there was no where to run or hide as
the huge, hulking woman bore down on him. She seemed almost twice times Sean&amp;rsquo;s own
size and seemed to tower over him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;C&amp;rsquo;mere little boy!&amp;rdquo; the giant woman said, leeringly. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve going to eat
you!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With that, she licked her lips and a strange gleam came into her eye.
She reached out a massive hand to Sean and picked him up, Sean tried to
struggle against the ferocious grip, but couldn&amp;rsquo;t break free.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Long Afternoon</title><link>/stories/2009/06/06/the-long-afternoon/</link><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/06/06/the-long-afternoon/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a warm spring day. Very warm, the kind that reminded one of
the heat of July and August, not late April which is was.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The huge studio apartment had no A/C, so Sean and Freyr just stripped
down to keep comfortable, not that either minded. They&amp;rsquo;d know each
other over the &amp;lsquo;Net for many years and after much planning had finally
met. That was the whole purpose of this afternoon; two old friends
from the Internet had finally been able to meet and be with each other
in-person.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Burglar</title><link>/stories/2007/11/12/the-burglar/</link><pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/11/12/the-burglar/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;With a sleepy yawn, Sean turned off the TV. He had seen the &amp;ldquo;Incredible
Shrinking Man&amp;rdquo; many times, but still wanted to watch it, no matter what.
With a stretch and another yawn, he padded around the living room,
promising himself to get to bed soon. He put away some snacks and then,
decided to peer at the stars before heading to bed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The night was cold out on his back porch. He stepped on the dewy grass and
took in the view of the millions of stars visible on this clear, cold
night. He took a deep breath and then as deeply, exhaled, feeling the cold
air enter his lungs, deeply. He shook his head and with sleep stealing over
him, padded back into the house, ready for bed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>