<?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>Free on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/free/</link><description>Recent content in Free on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 13 Oct 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/free/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Mistake on the Contract</title><link>/stories/2019/10/13/a-mistake-on-the-contract/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Oct 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/10/13/a-mistake-on-the-contract/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Authors note: The images for this story can be found on my &lt;a href="https://www.deviantart.com/theyuti35"&gt;deviantart page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Mistake on the Contract&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is a story about how my life changed overnight because of a silly mistake.
Just because of a stupid number, I was doomed, and nobody has the ability to get me out of my predicament.
But let’s back on when all started.
My name is Steve, I’m 22 years-old student living in a small city with my mom.
Actually, my parents are divorced, and now, my dad lives in a foreign country in Europe.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Kingdom</title><link>/stories/2018/05/12/the-kingdom/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/05/12/the-kingdom/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continued from &lt;a href="kingdom6.html"&gt;chapter six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 7: Delta November Foxtrot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was awoken to sound of the loud cheering outside my window. I blinked as bright morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, causing me to squint and bury my head beneath the blankets. My copy of ‘A Comprehensive Guide to Slave Ownership’ rested propped-open on the nightstand and a half-eaten box of Hawaiian pizza sat on top of the covers next to me. It had been a long night of studying and pizza happened to be the brain-food that I required to stay focused. Hey- while my metabolism still worked, I might as well take advantage of eating what I liked.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>