<?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>Godless One on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/godless-one/</link><description>Recent content in Godless One on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/godless-one/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Good Things Come</title><link>/stories/2004/01/01/good-things-come/</link><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/01/01/good-things-come/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Things Come&lt;/strong&gt;
by Godless One
Good Things Come by Godless One E-mail - &lt;a href="mailto:GodlessOnes@aol.com"&gt;GodlessOnes@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A knock came upon the polished door of the apartment, echoing softly
throughout the interior.  Punctual, thought the young man within,
standing near the small bar that lay between the kitchen and living room
with a drink in hand.  A sip was taken before he decided to answer
the door, giving the caller a chance to wait a moment, adding perhaps to
whatever suspense might be on the person&amp;rsquo;s mind.  He didn&amp;rsquo;t delude
himself into thinking that this sort of person would be breaking into a
sweat, shivering and worrying and wondering what might be in store for
them.  It was the nature of their occupation that they be smooth as
silk and strong as steel.  In any case, his steps upon the carpet
were near silent as he stepped towards the door, turning the latch-like
handle and opening it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>