<?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>Marionette on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/marionette/</link><description>Recent content in Marionette on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/marionette/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Bound to Please</title><link>/stories/2007/11/03/bound-to-please/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/11/03/bound-to-please/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;For the real Michelle, who sometimes graces my dreams.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On a Wednesday night, in a room that did not exist, I stole a kiss from Michelle. She was dreaming, of course - but then so was I.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Few people understand the power of dreams; even a meddler like myself can only grasp fragments of it. I&amp;rsquo;d imagined this comfortable parlor and then called Michelle to it as she slept. It was only a dream, she thought - but dreams can reshape the daylight world.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pulling Strings</title><link>/stories/2007/11/03/pulling-strings/</link><pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/11/03/pulling-strings/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: Do not read this if you are underage, it would be illegal for other reasons or while operating heavy machinery. Don&amp;rsquo;t try this at home either even if you are telepathic, which I doubt.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Annette stood frozen on the stage before me, dressed in a white bikini and heels. Short blonde hair framed her heart-shaped face. Her lovely grey eyes did not register my presence; except for the steady rise and fall of her ample bosom she might have been a beautiful mannequin. Since she was now under my mental control, the image was not far from the truth.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>