<?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>NotNormal on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/notnormal/</link><description>Recent content in NotNormal on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/notnormal/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Journey Down</title><link>/stories/2007/01/17/the-journey-down/</link><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/01/17/the-journey-down/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The leaves and
twigs rustled as I walked. I felt the cool breeze forming goose bumps on my
naked skin as I was led along in the darkness created by my blindfold.
Occasionally I stumbled and had a hard time righting myself with my arms duct
taped securely up to my elbows behind my back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Are you up for playing a fun game?” My mind drifted back to those words she said to
me before the hike we had planned.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Journey Down</title><link>/stories/2007/01/17/the-journey-down/</link><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/01/17/the-journey-down/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The leaves and
twigs rustled as I walked. I felt the cool breeze forming goose bumps on my
naked skin as I was led along in the darkness created by my blindfold.
Occasionally I stumbled and had a hard time righting myself with my arms duct
taped securely up to my elbows behind my back.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Are you up for playing a fun game?” My mind drifted back to those words she said to
me before the hike we had planned.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>