<?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>Hollow Well on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/hollow-well/</link><description>Recent content in Hollow Well on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/hollow-well/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Kiss the Girl 2</title><link>/stories/2016/01/13/kiss-the-girl-2/</link><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/01/13/kiss-the-girl-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="kissthegirl.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss the Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“It’s just a game… a bondage game… right?” I asked in a voice barely louder than a whisper.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;CeeCee looked back at me, trembling just a little, perhaps.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Right?” I asked again. “Right?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Though she made no more movement, I could tell what her answer was going to be by the way she was breathing and the blur of tears forming in her eyes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kiss the Girl</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/kiss-the-girl/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/kiss-the-girl/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Don’t look, but I think that girl over there likes you. She keeps glancing over here, checking you out.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I already knew who Tamlyn was talking about and I looked across the bar in the woman’s direction.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What the hell, Ella? I said don’t look!” Tamlyn whispered with her hand cupped around her mouth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oops. Luckily, the woman was looking down through a collection of magazines or journals of some sort that were strewn haphazardly across the table of the booth she was occupying. She had a computer open and a stack of sticky notes. There was a wooden pencil that she placed in her mouth like a horse’s bit while she typed. Her brunette hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore thick plastic rimmed glasses. I thought that she was beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Crystalline Insert</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-crystalline-insert/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-crystalline-insert/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time there were two women. They had the luck to have found the ultimate love within each other. Their names were Pandora and Cassandra. Pandora&amp;rsquo;s birthday was approaching and Cassandra wanted to find a special gift for her. She had searched for weeks and just before the big day, she came upon a small curious shop that she had never seen before.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The interior of the store was filled with trinkets and kitsch. Everything looked drab and cheap. An older woman who was a little too tall and had hands that somehow seemed too big approached her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>