<?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>Chemicals on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/chemicals/</link><description>Recent content in Chemicals 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="/tags/chemicals/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A New Breed</title><link>/stories/2017/10/18/a-new-breed/</link><pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/10/18/a-new-breed/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Michael was a smart man, and he was very protective of his younger sister, Sarah. They lived in the heart of the south in America, in the middle of Texas, where Michael, a mechanic by training, chose to work on his family&amp;rsquo;s dairy farm, applying technology to streamline the entire process. He was just shy of 6'5&amp;quot;, well tanned, and at 210 LBs, not someone that people chose to mess with. Sarah, on the other hand, was 5'8&amp;quot;, with blond hair, eyes as blue as sapphires, and skin the color of milk; suffice to say, she was the kind that couldn&amp;rsquo;t get people to leave her alone. But, as often as people fell for Sarah, Michael just as often let them know what was waiting should they so much as think of breaking his baby sister&amp;rsquo;s heart; to Sarah&amp;rsquo;s great frustration, it seemed her brother would scare away any and all of her lovers before anything serious could happen.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Don't Piss-Off the Engineers</title><link>/stories/2016/05/02/dont-piss-off-the-engineers/</link><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/05/02/dont-piss-off-the-engineers/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Friday – Project Meeting&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Boss is not happy with progress of the new features of their “Home of the Future – Self-Cleaning Shower.” The system keeps stalling during the cleaning process.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“If this is not in working order by Monday, some of you will be looking for new jobs!”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Several of the engineers try to refute there is a problem with the Shower Stall, but they are shut-down by the Boss.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Essence of Man</title><link>/stories/2014/01/29/essence-of-man/</link><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/29/essence-of-man/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story is a follow on from &lt;a href="essenceofwoman.html"&gt;Essence of Woman by Mikel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chris woke up groggy as always. Man, that was some nightmare. Trapped in boiling water, drowning&amp;hellip; He wondered how come it didn&amp;rsquo;t awaken him. Oh well. He started to stretch. That&amp;rsquo;s when he discovered he couldn&amp;rsquo;t move. Something invisible was holding his body rigid, feet pointed, arms pinned to his sides, head held straight. He couldn&amp;rsquo;t even turn his head enough to see what the matter was. All he could tell was that he wasn&amp;rsquo;t in his bed at home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Essence of Woman</title><link>/stories/2014/01/13/essence-of-woman/</link><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jan 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/01/13/essence-of-woman/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Waking from disturbing dreams of drowning in a pot full of hot water Jane tries to sit up hitting her head on something right in front of her face. Jane tried to move but her body is pressed into something and keeps her from bending or even flexing her thin toned body, even her hands feel trapped, she inhales as deep as she can feeling her breasts press harder on whatever is holding her down, her feet are aching but all she can tell is that they feel like they are encased in very tight shoes with very tall heels.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Trusty Lab Assistant 1: The Accident</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/trusty-lab-assistant-1-the-accident/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/trusty-lab-assistant-1-the-accident/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: The Accident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was my freshman year in High School; my 15th winter when my life and survival became someone else’s concern. Through no planning of my own, though because of my own carelessness I imagine, I lost my ability to decide things for myself. When I eat, and sleep, and even when I go to the bathroom is all at the whim of my keeper. It really isn’t such a horrible existence, but it can be trying and humiliating at times, and it is then when I wish it all would end. But it can’t, so fate has decided. So I go on, day after day, doing as I am told… evermore…&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>