<?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>Stakes on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/stakes/</link><description>Recent content in Stakes on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/stakes/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Ritual</title><link>/stories/2016/10/03/the-ritual/</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/10/03/the-ritual/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
Theata finds out she is the chosen one for the Spring ritual.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In a time in the far past&amp;hellip; or perhaps the distant future&amp;hellip; Karl and Theata– a peasant couple struggling to eke out a living from the land– deal with the perhaps unwelcome news that she has been chosen to be a central part of a very special Spring ritual.
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* * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Lady Sally Blackrook: En Pointe!</title><link>/stories/2016/09/02/lady-sally-blackrook-en-pointe/</link><pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2016/09/02/lady-sally-blackrook-en-pointe/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="ladysallyblackrook.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Sally Blackrook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Sally Blackrook, Victorian Adventuress&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;By Gincrack&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;a href="mailto:sigfortunata@gmail.com"&gt;sigfortunata@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Blackrook&amp;hellip; en pointe!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Forests of the Carpathian Mountains&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Urging his horses on the coach driver steered the carriage through the stygian darkness of the forest. There was still snow on the ground and the gibbous moon shining from a cold cloudless sky helped the driver to find his way, the light from the carriage lanterns being pale and ineffectual.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Storm</title><link>/stories/2015/08/22/the-storm/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/08/22/the-storm/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;All my life, I have had this fantasy to be taken out in to the country. Stripped naked, and left tied down naked during a very bad thunder storm. Last year I told John about my storm fantasy. John told me he was ok with my idea.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We began looking for a location in the country side. John’s father owns a large lot of land. He runs cattle and a small farm. We have keys to all the gates. We found a location that was just right. A small clearing with trees all around. Very small chance any one would find me by accident.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Halloween Holiday</title><link>/stories/2007/10/31/halloween-holiday/</link><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/10/31/halloween-holiday/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Halloween Special 2007 Tale&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Halloween, What memories that conjures up for me! It is also known as &amp;lsquo;All Saint&amp;rsquo;s Day&amp;rsquo;. When the dead are said to walk the earth; it is nearly a year and peace has reigned in our family since then. I will explain.
It was a year ago on Halloween; I took a year out from studying and decided to visit my aunt in a backwater town in the United States. She had often phoned to say she would like me to visit her. She is my favorite aunt. We were upset when her husband got killed when the mountain road gave out after a storm and his car slid down a bank. Local kids made her life a misery by taunting her and other old people calling them witches and warlocks and threatening to burn them at the stake. Nothing could be further from the truth with my Aunt Pauline. That may be her trouble. She is too friendly and trusting. I do not know.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>