<?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>Jimdini on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/jimdini/</link><description>Recent content in Jimdini 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/jimdini/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Freedom of the Press</title><link>/stories/2015/07/14/freedom-of-the-press/</link><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/07/14/freedom-of-the-press/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I am going to die of embarrassment when the media course open up tomorrow, thought Sarah. If I don’t actually die first! This is unbearable, I’m a physical wreck already and there is no way we can do anything about our situation, and if this doesn’t kill us I am going to murder Vicky myself! Vicky meanwhile was having similar thoughts, being found here like this was going to destroy any chance of being taken seriously as a journalist.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Captive of an Evil Queen</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/captive-of-an-evil-queen/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/captive-of-an-evil-queen/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Simple things can trigger happy memories, for me it’s the sound of a key in a lock, until now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was Friday night and I had the house to myself, my housemates had either gone home for the weekend or to a late night concert. I had the place to myself, so I could indulge myself with a little self-bondage and mild torment. I quickly got my toy box from the back of my wardrobe and started to select what I was going to use.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>