<?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>Tom on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/tom/</link><description>Recent content in Tom on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/tom/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Cryosuspension</title><link>/stories/2009/07/28/cryosuspension/</link><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/07/28/cryosuspension/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Captain’s Log, USS Hustler, Stardate 23859.11.15 1500hrs, exited warp space and reanimated crew. Doctor MacHinery reports a system malfunction occurred in Ensign Flannery’s pod when cryogenic suspension was initiated three years ago, see his report in annexe.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Report of Doctor William MacHinery, cyborg medical officer.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At 1820hrs Stardate 23829.3.24, Ensign Bridget Flannery entered her cryosuspension pod 1285/16 in readiness for warp jump ordered by the Captain to occur at 1830hrs, and initiated the suspension procedure.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emily's Folly Part 3: Retribution</title><link>/stories/2002/04/18/emilys-folly-part-3-retribution/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Apr 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/04/18/emilys-folly-part-3-retribution/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="emilys_folly2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Retribution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mel clenched her eyes tight shut
blocking out the sight of John&amp;rsquo;s satanic grin, but the memories of what
had happened to Leanne and Mark seeped into the darkness. Tears flooded
down her rosy cheeks and dropped, glinting as they passed through a beam
of light passing through a window situated out of Mel’s sight and landed
with a barely audible plop on the hard floor. John sauntered casually over
to the terrified girl tied to the post. He had to step over the inert form
of Emily lying on the floor. Only her eyes moved as she gazed up at the
dirty soles of his feet as he strode over her as if she was a branch on
the pavement of a street he was walking down.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emily’s Folly</title><link>/stories/2002/03/11/emilys-folly/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/03/11/emilys-folly/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Piccadilly Circus Underground was packed. People thronged through
the small tunnels in droves pushing and pulling each other in the rush
to get home for the day. Friday was reaching its end and the weekend was
just around the corner as Emily squeezed onto the already tightly packed
train. The mass of stuffed bodies created a stench of sweat and smoke that
got into every one of her pores. She felt tired and so dirty that she felt
nauseous. This was a typical Friday and she was aching to slip into a warm
bubble bath with a novel and relax.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Emily’s Folly 2: The Discovery and Consequences</title><link>/stories/2002/03/11/emilys-folly-2-the-discovery-and-consequences/</link><pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/03/11/emilys-folly-2-the-discovery-and-consequences/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="emilys_folly.html"&gt;part one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: The Discovery and Consequences&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Monday morning reared its ugly head and a disgruntled and tired workforce
filed into the chilly warehouse to start the weeks work. Leanne, Melissa
and Mark stood around their table boxing pallet wrap and duck tape to be
wrapped and stored until it was ordered and delivered. They were all working
as temps during the summer holiday and were all best friends after meeting
at University at the beginning of their first year. The job was crap but
the money they found was very good and they passed their shifts chatting
and joking with each other.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>London Bound Mummification</title><link>/stories/2002/02/07/london-bound-mummification/</link><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/02/07/london-bound-mummification/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This is my first story I have written so any comments can be sent to
my email address. Being only 19 at the moment any criticism good or bad
will be good.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The footsteps echoed in the small confines of the sparingly lit alleyway
that ran as a shortcut between two main streets of London. A hoarse laugh
echoed from wall to wall and Katie hurried along almost at a run. Why had
she taken this path and why at this ungodly time at night. The footsteps
were nearer and Katie started to run. She wore only a tight shiny halter
neck top; short skirt with knee length black boots and the brisk autumn
airs made her round nipples pert and stand out in the dark.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>