<?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>Kilogram on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/kilogram/</link><description>Recent content in Kilogram on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/kilogram/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Mummy Lives</title><link>/stories/2006/05/02/mummy-lives/</link><pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/05/02/mummy-lives/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Nancy Leigh shuffled her sneakers on the sidewalk as she
moved slowly down the street, ignoring the obvious looks from the male
students hurrying to a late class. (She
also ignored the jealous glares of the other coeds.)
The old
Mansfield
Mansion
was ahead on the left. She passed it two or three times a day, but she never
paid it more than a glance. She
never had to. The place was only a
big old spooky house.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>