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		<title>Alien Ghetto, part 7</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 22:42:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[July 27 You can&#8217;t see their eyes. You don&#8217;t even know if they have eyes. Some said they were robots, some, some kind of insect, with an exoskeleton. I remember when we decided to take action. They had let us wander about at night. I say let us becuase they had to know. They know [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Love at the End of the World, I</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 23:12:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<center>[This is the first installment of another serial. Written a long time ago...]</center>

"You were out too late last night Kathleen," her mother told her as she entered the kitchen. "Was that why you missed breakfast?"

"Oh mom, it wasn't too late and I was just over the Dayton's," Kathy said, brushing her lengthy dark hair. "Paul had a going away party." 

"You mean you were giving him a going away party I'll bet," said her father sitting at the table eating. 

"Dad!" Kathy stammered. "Practically everybody in the neighborhood was there. Even his parents were there." 

"I don't give a damn," her father said, turning toward her. "Staying out late is one thing, but your not going to stay over a boy's house at night. You hear me?" He turned back to his food. "Especially that Paul Dayton. He's a bum. I don't want you seeing him anymore." 

"He's not a bum and I didn't stay over. And anyways he's going back to college tomorrow."

"There's some lunch left Kathy," her mother said to her, sitting down at the table. 

"I've already eaten." 

"And please go brush your hair in the bathroom," her mother added. 

"Well I'm done brushing," she said, putting the brush in the back pocket of her cut off dungarees, taking a can of soda from the refrigerator. "I'm going now to meet Samantha. She's coming in on the one o'clock bus." 
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		<title>The Door</title>
		<link>http://gajennings.net/words/stories/?p=55</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 02:18:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fishing rods in hand, Paul and Tom ran down the just rained upon road, breathing in the sweet smell of warm tar that a fresh morning summer shower always brings; they went to catch tonight's dinner. 

They ran down the middle of the road, past their neighbor's houses, waving and shouting hellos to those that were out doing lawn work, picking up the newspaper, or putting out the trash. Into town they went onto the sidewalk and jogged slower, passing the many shops.

Woods' Hardware; Zelinski's Deli; Baker's Barber Shop, not yet open; Woolworth's -- the sign still reading Five and Dime; Lady's Apparel, which they looked at with frowns; Bert's Sporting Goods, where they paused for a little window shopping; the fire station, where Bob, Sam and Cook were always sitting out front; Daily's News Store, "Just the right name for a newsstand," he always told the boys.

After running for a whole mile they neared the edge of town and turned down a winding path that led into the town forest. Over the hill and through the valley they quickly came to the lake; running around logs and rocks, sneakers slipping on moss and dew in the shadows from the large boulders, twice their height, they came to their spot. Their own secret spot where the best fish lay in wait.]]></description>
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		<title>Billy and The Pool Hall</title>
		<link>http://gajennings.net/words/stories/?p=54</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 23:02:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Billy got a pool cue and shined it up nice, Learned to powder his hands and chaulk up right. After years of planning he barged into the hall. &#8220;Step aside boys,&#8221; he shouted. &#8220;I&#8217;m better&#8217;n you all.&#8221; He won his first lag and started a good frame, Only to proceed to lose his first game. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;I&#8217;ll see you later.&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://gajennings.net/words/stories/?p=53</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 21:16:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The kid enters the diner with intent to commit robbery for a few bucks at least he figured. It was a filthy diner and the man behind the counter was a mean old bastard anyways. He sat down at a stool and ordered a coffee and waited, clutching his gun in his pocket. The waitress [...]]]></description>
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		<title>From &#8216;The Times&#8217;</title>
		<link>http://gajennings.net/words/stories/?p=48</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 12:35:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have rarely found editorials to be moving and thought provoking on a literary basis. The New York Times&#8217; Behind the Aurora Borealis is so worthy. It is worthy enough to be discussed as an educational piece &#8212; to be used as an example of not just good writing, but as an example of writing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nightmare</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 23:27:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was a warm night.  It was a night with a soft breeze carrying the smells and sounds of summer.  It was a night for boys.

"Go wash your hands."

Upon their father's command, the two boys raced on up the stairs and into the bathroom, trying to wash their hands at the same time.  They finished with hands flicking at each other and they ran back down the stairs, drying their hands on their shirts, jumping three whole steps at the end.

"Slow down," their mother said as they slid into the kitchen full of the aromas of their dinner: ham smothered with raisin sauce, candied yams, peas and carrots wallowing in butter, and for dessert?  That would be a surprise.]]></description>
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		<title>Can I?</title>
		<link>http://gajennings.net/words/stories/?p=45</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 00:29:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hello, Can I ask you something? Can I write to you Whenever I am feeling lonely? Can I send you a card Even when there is no holiday? Can I send you flowers Just because it is a rainy day? Can I think of you When I see a painting I like? Can I contemplate [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dear _____</title>
		<link>http://gajennings.net/words/stories/?p=44</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 21:12:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear _____, I now know that when you love someone you want to always be nice and kind and helpful, helping with the smallest of things as well as the biggest of things. When in love with someone you want to share everything; the joys and the sorrows, comforting as much as you can whenever [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Someone recently asked&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://gajennings.net/words/stories/?p=42</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 15:56:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[How am I doing?

I am good, bad, focused, scared, aware, shaky and at times happy, but sometimes suicidal, and always, in general, perplexed.

I cry a lot. 

In my car in a blinding downpour on the highway beside two tractor trailers with the deafening roar of the rain, the road and static on the radio -- alone -- I cry over shame and guilt of leaving too unprepared, over fear and anxiety of family and friends left behind too soon.

Have I lost so completely? Again?
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		<title>Harlan Ellison Uncut</title>
		<link>http://gajennings.net/words/stories/?p=41</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 21:50:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Have your fancy tickled at Studio 360 by this Haran Ellison interview. Harlan Ellison Over the last 50 years, he&#8217;s written hundreds of short stories (&#8220;A Boy and His Dog&#8221;), several novels and movies and worked on TV shows like &#8220;The Man From UNCLE,&#8221; the original Star Trek, and &#8220;The Outer Limits.&#8221; But don&#8217;t call [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Future Now: Surveillance</title>
		<link>http://gajennings.net/words/stories/?p=40</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2008 17:50:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA["Where do you get your ideas?"

Have you ever heard that question before? Sure. We all have. Quite frankly, I never understood how a writer wannabe could possibly ask such a question -- <em>if you are not chock full of ideas why would you want to write?</em>

Well, while I get plot and story ideas forming in my head constantly, mostly out of the blue, I do get many ideas about aspects of situations and devices from everyday reading (newspapers, magazines, books, the Internet). For example, here is a summary of "various Big Brother gadgets that the government wants to or already has added to surveillance cameras in the UK."
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		<title>The Unknown Fear</title>
		<link>http://gajennings.net/words/stories/?p=34</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 06:39:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is something that frightens me and I know not what it is.

The closest I have come to meeting this fear was once in a dream. In a typical childhood fear-dream, I was laying in bed in my room at the top of the stairs and someone, some dark form, was coming, sneaking, up the stairs toward me. Paralyzed with fear I could do nothing but wait as this unknown form slowly came closer, closer... up the stairs it came. All I knew was that something with bad intent had me as it's goal.]]></description>
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		<title>You Remind Me</title>
		<link>http://gajennings.net/words/stories/?p=32</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 03:51:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A cool breeze A rain shower A snow fall You remind me A bird song A rose flower A sunset You remind me]]></description>
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		<title>I Remember You</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 03:33:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I remember you, your auburn hair that caught the wind and carried me along as we danced in the woods, singing hand in hand in celebration of all we see and hear and feel among the stirring trees with their falling leaves and their wonderous scent and their golden boughs and you'd smile at me [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Don&#8217;t Know</title>
		<link>http://gajennings.net/words/stories/?p=30</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 03:31:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I don't know if you can change my world. But you can help me through a difficult day.]]></description>
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		<title>Lost</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 03:19:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I've lost it, he said with such a sadness. What, I asked. A thought. Not just any thought, oh no. A thought of such beauty and contentedness That it needs to have been written down. I'm not sure what is was now, But it was there.]]></description>
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		<title>Someone Will Pay</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 03:17:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You hear about it off handedly, oh by the way, in the briefest of mentions; the funeral of a cleric, a family shot in a car, a six year old boy run over by a tank; all matter of factly, as an aside, an oblique reference, so someone in the back of their mind can [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Exposed Heart</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 21:04:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Harold didn't see the ground coming up toward him, he felt it. Only after the second of disorientation and the reminder of gravity and pain did he realize that he was face first in the dirt, the feet of the cause of his predicament walking away. He tried hard to prevent his tears. He was unsuccessful.

 Harold got up slowly, wanting to wait until the crowd dispersed. Luckily then, the bell rang to start the rest of the kids off to class.]]></description>
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		<title>There Came a Knock at the Door</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 03:57:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ed.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There came a knock at the door, "Who is it?" There came a cry from the dark, "The Constitution!" There came a knock at the door, "What is it?" There came a cry from the dark, "They are coming!" There came a knock at the door, "Who is it?" There came a cry from the [...]]]></description>
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