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		<title>Peek-A-Boo</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2011 23:24:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The bib fell on the ground. She picked it up with two nimble, attentive fingers and promptly tied it around his neck.  She scooped out a spoonful of porridge and held it patiently in front of his face. Smiling she said, &#8220;Aaaa&#8230;&#8221; He opened his mouth obediently albiet distracted. He loved to see the plastic [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=crucisis.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8848422&amp;post=191&amp;subd=crucisis&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Candles and Midnight</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Jul 2011 06:22:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[100 Word Story: The mirror showed a brand new wrinkle on his old face. He looked at his watch. 11.40 pm. A button was missing on his shirt. He took a sew kit and sat in his rocking chair regretting not switching the light on first. Instinctively, he called out for his daughter realizing halfway [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=crucisis.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8848422&amp;post=189&amp;subd=crucisis&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Charity</title>
		<link>http://crucisis.wordpress.com/2011/07/22/charity/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Jul 2011 03:42:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A 60 word Story She walked in the nursery looking at the wallpaper. They had argued for months about clowns or flowers. She opened the dresser drawers, pulling out tiny booty socks and hats, pink baby dresses and matching shoes, baby rattles and soft toys, feeding pillows and baby monitors dropping them in a box [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=crucisis.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8848422&amp;post=182&amp;subd=crucisis&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Horse</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Jul 2011 03:23:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[cinderella]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The horse looked at the carriage. There is still some time to go, he had to be patient. It was a task he was meant to perform before he would turn back into who he was. This was an alternate life, one with meaning one with destiny and the punya of his act. There is [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=crucisis.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8848422&amp;post=177&amp;subd=crucisis&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sundays in the attic</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2011 17:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[World has many secrets, she was aware of that. She looked at few in her attic. She spend hours digging up old photos and journals knowing her parents better. Some things made her wonder. Why was she dark and her parents fair? Why did mom have nude pictures of herself and her best friend hidden [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=crucisis.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8848422&amp;post=164&amp;subd=crucisis&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Closet</title>
		<link>http://crucisis.wordpress.com/2011/07/05/closet/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jul 2011 23:49:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I dare not look through the gap, I knew that. But I couldn’t help it. I am pretty sure he knew it. Curiosity always got the best of me. And that’s what gets me in trouble. I had simple instructions to follow. &#8220;DO NOT look through the gap&#8221; he said this with such sweetness that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=crucisis.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8848422&amp;post=119&amp;subd=crucisis&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Indigo Blossoms</title>
		<link>http://crucisis.wordpress.com/2011/03/31/the-indigo-blossoms/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2011 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There&#8217;s a plant in my living room now with indigo blossoms. Its quite curious actually. Every morning I will water it and go about my own business. It sits there. The blossoms faced towards the open balcony and the summer sun. I sit there, working as I type along. And once in a while I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=crucisis.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8848422&amp;post=112&amp;subd=crucisis&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Dancefloor</title>
		<link>http://crucisis.wordpress.com/2011/02/04/dancefloor/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Feb 2011 18:36:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Look on the dancing floor, my sweet People dancing and lying and dancing some more With every nod and smile we meet With cash they spend and lies galore But we can see through their prance Can’t we? The thing they try to hide so well The loathe and regret and lust and need Their [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=crucisis.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8848422&amp;post=109&amp;subd=crucisis&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sierra</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Nov 2010 22:52:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Worldly views, Tangled muse Elegance and wonder Like snow and thunder Skies shimmering blue Unbelievable  in its radiance&#8230; Sierra and its brilliance.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=crucisis.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8848422&amp;post=103&amp;subd=crucisis&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Stalkers</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2010 19:56:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[100 Word Story Tracey knew there was a new stalker. Maybe an ex-boyfriend or a crazy deluded bastard. “Its impossible dealing with people with no respect for privacy.” “But then why don’t you complain to the police?” “He’s a stalker! He will know that I am headed towards the copstation. Makes it redundant.” “You can call [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=crucisis.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8848422&amp;post=98&amp;subd=crucisis&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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