<?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>Oddlittledesires on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/oddlittledesires/</link><description>Recent content in Oddlittledesires on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 12 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/oddlittledesires/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Morning Chores</title><link>/stories/2018/05/12/morning-chores/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/12/morning-chores/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Jim&amp;rsquo;s room had no windows. It was a small room with naked walls, and a cold, hard floor. Jim had been awake for a while now, though he could never be certain how long it had really been. The only
light emanated from the small gap under the only door and to Jim&amp;rsquo;s eyes, it was bright, almost blinding. It made him very nearly certain that it was daytime already.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Training Master</title><link>/stories/2018/04/30/training-master/</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/04/30/training-master/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Up high on the topmost balcony, Tadao has a great view of the impressive skyline. His hands drum on the railing and he enjoys the cool night air. The glass doors slide open silently.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lsquo;Thank you for walking me home,&amp;rsquo; Kimiko says and comes closer.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She has changed into a flowery, silken dressing gown and walks up behind Tadao. A lovely sight. Tadao marvels at her slim, petite body and perfect posture. The dark hair is done up artfully, held in place by a bright, colourful ribbon in the shape of a butterfly.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>