<?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>Held on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/held/</link><description>Recent content in Held on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/held/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Abduction 2</title><link>/stories/2017/05/04/the-abduction-2/</link><pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/04/the-abduction-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="abduction.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Abduction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Shelly awoke again in complete darkness, immobility and
silence. Was it just her, or was she getting used to this? She lay there in the
darkness assessing what she had learned so far. She had been taken aboard an
actual alien spacecraft, held against her will by some mental control they were
using to completely immobilize her. She was being given fluids and nutrients
from an I.V. in her leg, and any body waste was being taken care of by
micro-biotic creatures that had been implanted in her body. It was very odd that
she had adjusted to these things now almost as if they were normal. Maybe they
controlled her in that way also, making it all seems normal.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Helen's Journey</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/helens-journey/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/helens-journey/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Thank you for seeing me.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“My pleasure.” Smiling, Bradley Scott glanced at his visitor, taking in her wan look and loose, baggy clothing. Entirely appropriate, he thought, considering the young woman’s recent history.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Jenny says you can help me,” she said, glancing at the young woman sitting beside her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“That remains to be seen,” Brad replied. “First, I need to know exactly what it is you want my help with.”&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Abduction</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-abduction/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-abduction/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Shelly was bored and hot. The Georgia evening was hot and sultry, hotter
than any she could remember in her 26 years. She had worked all day and
was tired but could not find relief from the heat and humidity enough to
get to sleep. She turned off the TV and decided to go for a walk in the
park that was about ½ mile from her house. She did this many times
to relax and collect her thoughts after hectic days at the office, even
though her Mother and Father warned her of the dangers of such activities.
She figured that in this rural Georgian town the odds of anything bad happening
were probably about as much as her winning the lottery and that had not
happened either.  Parents will be parents, but she was on her own
and an adult.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>