<?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>Wallace on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/wallace/</link><description>Recent content in Wallace 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/wallace/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Visitor</title><link>/stories/2003/06/10/the-visitor/</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2003/06/10/the-visitor/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Visitor
by Wallace
THE VISITOR by Wallace&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;How did that old TV series start?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A deserted diner on a lonely road…&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Something like that wasn’t it?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“The Invaders.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;People from another planet who arrive on this one to take it over.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Don’t they always?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well the A23 wasn’t exactly lonely that night but it wasn’t teeming
with life either and it wasn’t a diner. I don’t think there are too many
of them in East Sussex; in fact it was another vehicle. What appeared to
be a deserted vehicle …I’m getting ahead of myself I suppose.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Slave - Day 5</title><link>/stories/2002/08/26/the-slave-day-5/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/08/26/the-slave-day-5/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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The Slave (Day Five)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;part 1a
by Wallace&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Letting go of Sheila’s hands,
leaving her standing silent and alone, Rosie and Chrissie moved smartly
to stand either side of Sarah. They immediately began to unbutton the sides
of the white cotton shift she was wearing. There were buttons along the
shoulders as well. When they had undone them, the shift fell away from
her body and landed in a puddle of white cloth at her feet. Sarah was naked.
She stood in front of Linda unashamed, her plump body pale in the flickering
candle light, her breasts large, her nipples erect, the area between her
legs cleanly shaven like the rest of her body, her outer lips clearly defined.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Slave - Day 5</title><link>/stories/2002/08/26/the-slave-day-5/</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Aug 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/08/26/the-slave-day-5/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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The Slave (Day Five)
by Wallace&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is odd. In some ways
it parallels Jenny’s “Why we do it”, but it’s been rattling around in my
head for weeks. Honest Jenny, it really has. It’s an excerpt from something
that will, eventually, be a lot larger but this seemed as good a time as
any to give it an airing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;THE SLAVE
(DAY FIVE)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;FRIDAY JULY 19th – 7.00 AM.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Don’t Try This</title><link>/stories/2002/05/01/dont-try-this/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2002 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2002/05/01/dont-try-this/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;strong&gt;Don&amp;rsquo;t try this
at home - Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;
by Wallace&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh
shit shit shite shit! And shit again.I always have to be clever don’t I/
I have these bloody wonderful blopdy ideasd that are so blopdy clever…@&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Until
I actually7  try them out that is…&amp;lt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh
bollocks bnollocks and double hollocks.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;What’s
really pissing me off ast the moment is that I don’t even know wether what
I’m writing is  coming out or not . for all I know I could be tryp
oops typing that’st better.I think. What was I saying oh yes I cann feel
the keys and I thinlk my fingers are in the right place b7t for all I know
I could bne typing complete gibbertish!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Don’t try this 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/dont-try-this-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/dont-try-this-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Don&amp;rsquo;t try this
at home - Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;
by Wallace&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OOHH.
I fell asleep! I feel all quiet and peaceful like I’ve been dreaming of
ponies and bunnies in a little sunlit field with… Ow my neck hurts! Must
have slept with it on one side.. Oh and I think I might want a pee soon.
Oh God my arse hurts!  So much for ponies and bloody bunnies….&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Don’t try this2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/dont-try-this2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/dont-try-this2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;8
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&lt;strong&gt;Don&amp;rsquo;t try this
at home - Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;
by Wallace&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; I
really could go a packet of crisps right now; Cheese and Onion would be
nice. Well I can’t get a fuck so I might as well eat…. Eating, Fucking
and Sleeping. Oh and Shopping and having rows with rude bloody people on
the checkouts, and feeding the cats, oh and defleaing the cats. Where DO
they come from? They don’t go out. Is there a sign outside our door that
says in flea “There’s a couple of silly cats in here with a pair of sillier
owners who would just love you to come in and live off them for a few weeks.
Bring a tooth brush?”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>