<?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>Cauldron on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/cauldron/</link><description>Recent content in Cauldron on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/cauldron/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>My Cannibal Fantasy</title><link>/stories/2012/05/15/my-cannibal-fantasy/</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/05/15/my-cannibal-fantasy/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;In my dream I find myself in a forest. I&amp;rsquo;m lost and I don&amp;rsquo;t know where I am. The trees are close together and the foliage is dense. I find a worn path and follow it in the hope it will lead me to either a road or town. Suddenly a Girl emerges from the undergrowth. She has shoulder-length, raven-black hair; an oval-shaped face with wide brown eyes and soft, full lips. She has prominent cheekbones; a swan-like neck and is wearing only a haltertop and briefs. &amp;ldquo;Who are you?&amp;rdquo; I ask. She puts a finger to her lips, motioning me to be quiet, then takes my hand and leads me down the path.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>