<?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>Meat on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/meat/</link><description>Recent content in Meat on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/meat/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Primal Hunger</title><link>/stories/2018/08/11/primal-hunger/</link><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2018/08/11/primal-hunger/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Max was wide awake the very moment that he opened his eyes. He immediately leapt out of bed and rushed to wash up and brush his teeth. Most of the time this wouldn’t have been normal behavior for the high school student. Typically he would roll over, pulling the bedspread over his head, and resist getting up until his mother started nagging him to get out of bed. However, this was the morning of October 31st and, over the past few years, he’d been noticing changes in himself as Halloween, or Samhain, approached. The first year he’d noticed it, it wasn’t anything more than an increased altertness, even antsiness. He wasn’t able to figure out the reason for the feelings of agitation. However, they subsided fairly rapidly after Halloween was over and his memory of them faded. But they came back again the following Halloween, and they were stronger than the first year. He also became aware of sharper sensory perception, particularly the sense of smell. Once again, though, he quickly forgot about them after the holiday had passed.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>