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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8CR349eCp7ImA9WhBREkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397</id><updated>2013-03-02T19:54:26.060-08:00</updated><category term="Army" /><category term="Coons" /><category term="hunt" /><category term="Guest Writer" /><category term="Alice" /><category term="strange" /><category term="investigate" /><category term="Christina" /><category term="Saba" /><category term="trapped" /><category term="Circumstances" /><category term="death" /><category term="Animus" /><category term="Elizabeth" /><category term="Alex" /><category term="blood" /><category term="horror" /><category term="help" /><category term="Qaliphus" /><category term="investigator" /><category term="kidnapped" /><category term="Melahn" /><category term="Carl" /><category term="Soulscape" /><category term="anomaly" /><category term="Ashford" /><category term="Andrew" /><category term="Kelly" /><category term="Other" /><category term="personality" /><category term="possessed" /><category term="mystery" /><category term="Crystal" /><category term="tears" /><category term="zombie" /><category term="Snake" /><category term="Fairy" /><category term="Nick" /><category term="Stephanie" /><category term="Melissa" /><category term="multiple" /><category term="story" /><category term="Indigo" /><category term="crash" /><category term="halloween" /><category term="amnesia" /><category term="Ben" /><category term="attack" /><category term="Goddess" /><category term="children" /><category term="Ghost" /><category term="Dumont" /><category term="lost" /><category term="Door of the dead" /><category term="Zahid" /><category term="Bernauw" /><category term="Fae" /><category term="Sara" /><category term="dream" /><category term="Dorothy" /><category term="Victoria" /><category term="Faerie" /><category term="book" /><category term="Terror" /><category term="proof" /><category term="Lands" /><category term="scary" /><category term="Circumstance" /><category term="awoke" /><category term="guilty" /><category term="dreams" /><category term="Plane" /><category term="different" /><category term="Unusual" /><category term="church" /><category term="Bob" /><category term="Hospital" /><category term="conversation" /><category term="sacrifice" /><category term="Mardockt" /><category term="Patrick" /><category term="Jay" /><category term="Jason" /><category term="Kayser" /><category term="Satan" /><category term="Baggers" /><category term="William" /><category term="fiction" /><category term="love" /><category term="adjust" /><category term="Vincent" /><title>Unusual Circumstance</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/UnusualCircumstance" /><feedburner:info uri="unusualcircumstance" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYFQnc7eSp7ImA9WhJQEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-4641823364415842331</id><published>2012-07-26T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-26T01:41:53.901-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-26T01:41:53.901-07:00</app:edited><title>224: Heritage -Carl-</title><summary type="html">The plan was simple; seal the magic that Melissa would use to revive her race. Qaliphus only needed two things, The sword Excalibur, and time. Qaliphus knew where to find the first part, but the last was left to me. My job was to keep whoever Melissa tossed at them away while he worked his mojo on the blade, which was conveniently stuck in a massive stone and sitting in an abandoned warehouse.

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/2v_cqr94Bds" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/4641823364415842331/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/07/224-heritage-carl.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/4641823364415842331?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/4641823364415842331?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/2v_cqr94Bds/224-heritage-carl.html" title="224: Heritage -Carl-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/07/224-heritage-carl.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MAR386cSp7ImA9WhJRFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-4403097244701378940</id><published>2012-07-16T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-16T13:44:06.119-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-07-16T13:44:06.119-07:00</app:edited><title>223: Simple -Christina-</title><summary type="html">"Is that how you respond to everything?! Beating it to death?" He was angry, and at the time I hadn't realized that not only had I been in the wrong but his anger was less about what I'd broken and more about molding me into a person that could exist alongside humans.

"It wasn't working! The stupid thing never works and the retarded human landlord never tries to fix it!" I stomped my foot.

"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/7N6ZwPIi4n8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/4403097244701378940/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/07/223-simple-christina.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/4403097244701378940?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/4403097244701378940?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/7N6ZwPIi4n8/223-simple-christina.html" title="223: Simple -Christina-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/07/223-simple-christina.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUMQXc-cCp7ImA9WhVTE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-4754929000636784552</id><published>2012-02-27T10:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T10:28:00.958-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-27T10:28:00.958-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adjust" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conversation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lands" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreams" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guilty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Other" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="investigate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="investigator" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jason" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awoke" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strange" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Soulscape" /><title>Flashback 222: Death -Alex-</title><summary type="html">"John, just shut up and listen!" I glanced behind me at the open pit in the middle of the warehouse.

Deep inside that pit lay a massive creature looking to destroy everything I'd ever cared about. We'd gotten ourselves in over our heads but at the moment we were the only people who could do anything about it. John, Carl, and I were the only ones that knew; the only ones that would believe it. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/B8a5TAzqP8k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/4754929000636784552/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/02/flashback-222-death-alex.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/4754929000636784552?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/4754929000636784552?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/B8a5TAzqP8k/flashback-222-death-alex.html" title="Flashback 222: Death -Alex-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/02/flashback-222-death-alex.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04NR38_fyp7ImA9WhRaEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-7763763950880716352</id><published>2012-02-13T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T12:46:36.147-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T12:46:36.147-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baggers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Army" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hunt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sacrifice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Terror" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jason" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strange" /><title>Flashback 221: New recruits -Jason-</title><summary type="html">"Can anyone tell me the three types of Baggers?" I looked over the room full of our newest recruits. I had been training them for a week and they were showing great progress. It didn't take long for the smartest one to raise her hand.

"Yes, Betty?" I pointed in her direction. Betty was a shape-shifter which meant she could possibly be more of an asset than anyone else in the tent.

"Class A, B, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/mYhAYI7fmsw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/7763763950880716352/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/02/flashback-221-new-recruits-jason.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/7763763950880716352?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/7763763950880716352?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/mYhAYI7fmsw/flashback-221-new-recruits-jason.html" title="Flashback 221: New recruits -Jason-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/02/flashback-221-new-recruits-jason.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUBR3k9eSp7ImA9WhRbGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-7642933280095238644</id><published>2012-02-09T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T09:07:36.761-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T09:07:36.761-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fairy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="help" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faerie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adjust" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conversation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fae" /><title>Take a look!</title><summary type="html">I've started a new blog everyone.

I've already begun work on a novel and I'll be posting weekly chapters on the new blog for everyone to read until I'm finished writing. Here's a bit of what it's about:

Jason Brand is new to town and hates it. Due to an angry outburst in an argument with his father he discovers something that changes everything. In no time he's teamed up with Gretta (a girl &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/zxJ6fDJYTh0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/7642933280095238644/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/02/take-look.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/7642933280095238644?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/7642933280095238644?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/zxJ6fDJYTh0/take-look.html" title="Take a look!" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/02/take-look.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYMRXczfip7ImA9WhRbEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-5794488206754510745</id><published>2012-02-02T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:23:04.986-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T12:23:04.986-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Zahid" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Terror" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Saba" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conversation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror" /><title>220: I am Animus -Sara-</title><summary type="html">"It will be okay. It was just a dream."

I stood near a bed, on which sat a small girl with tears in her eyes. The speaker stood nearby; a tall man with striking features and ageless eyes. Where was I? I had tried to possess that Arabic girl and then this.

"Patrick," She started to wail louder, "They wouldn't allow me on the boat! The rain was coming down in torrents and I was gonna drown, but &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/5VgypwtqL4Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/5794488206754510745/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/02/220-i-am-animus-sara.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/5794488206754510745?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/5794488206754510745?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/5VgypwtqL4Y/220-i-am-animus-sara.html" title="220: I am Animus -Sara-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/02/220-i-am-animus-sara.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8BSXk9eCp7ImA9WhRaEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-4039439729990254686</id><published>2012-01-05T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T03:34:18.760-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T03:34:18.760-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kayser" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stephanie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Other" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jason" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alex" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lands" /><title>219: Fall of the Other Lands -Alice-</title><summary type="html">"What are they?" I stared out the window at the hundreds of Black Baggers whose heads were turned to look back at me. Not that they could see; their heads were encased with bags of black plastic.

Jason glanced out the window and then back at me, "I call them Baggers and they used to be residents of the Other Lands. Many of them I used to call friend."

"What happened?"

"No one is sure. One day &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/6MIQ8MkSJPg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/4039439729990254686/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/01/219-fall-of-other-lands-alice.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/4039439729990254686?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/4039439729990254686?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/6MIQ8MkSJPg/219-fall-of-other-lands-alice.html" title="219: Fall of the Other Lands -Alice-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/01/219-fall-of-other-lands-alice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHR3k7fip7ImA9WhRWFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-948406470828138162</id><published>2012-01-02T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T14:12:16.706-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T14:12:16.706-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ben" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernauw" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="proof" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="possessed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anomaly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indigo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Patrick" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mardockt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goddess" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Satan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Terror" /><title>Flashback 218: Gilfred -Indigo-</title><summary type="html">I had never met a Constant before. I barely even believed that they existed. Humans had everything wrong. They thought there was a single being responsible for the creation of the world. They lived by the belief that everything began somewhere, but that was a flawed view. The universe has always been and would always be. The universe was one of those Constants. Something that always was and would&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/8Z7lZmmKNHA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/948406470828138162/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/01/flashback-218-gilfred-indigo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/948406470828138162?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/948406470828138162?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/8Z7lZmmKNHA/flashback-218-gilfred-indigo.html" title="Flashback 218: Gilfred -Indigo-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2012/01/flashback-218-gilfred-indigo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4DSXczfCp7ImA9WhRWE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-8885400301256024784</id><published>2011-12-25T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:49:38.984-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-30T20:49:38.984-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="proof" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tears" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indigo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Patrick" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mardockt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goddess" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sacrifice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strange" /><title>Flashback 217: God-Rank -Indigo-</title><summary type="html">I was twenty-three when I earned my God-Rank. I was the second youngest person to earn their God rank; the first being Patrick at age 15.I stood in front of my Father as he looked at me. He smiled and motioned for me to step forward. I had been waiting for this day even though I already knew what I would be God-ranking into. My power involved emotions; I could see and manipulate a person's &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/NTCbxtA_Mak" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/8885400301256024784/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/12/flashback-217-god-rank-indigo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/8885400301256024784?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/8885400301256024784?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/NTCbxtA_Mak/flashback-217-god-rank-indigo.html" title="Flashback 217: God-Rank -Indigo-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/12/flashback-217-god-rank-indigo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8ERH44cSp7ImA9WhRXGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-3167305992402247261</id><published>2011-12-24T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T00:13:25.039-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-25T00:13:25.039-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indigo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Patrick" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="help" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mardockt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strange" /><title>Flashback 216: I Will Not -Indigo-</title><summary type="html">The first time I saw him I was twelve. I was the eldest daughter of the headmaster of the academy, and as such was always present whenever someone was given an award or a punishment. From when I was old enough to understand, I'd heard legends about Patrick; how he'd been the most powerful child in the academy, how even as a lowly Janitor he was able to proceed in raising his rank. I had always &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/WaFwZ7w2DmE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/3167305992402247261/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/12/flashback-216-i-will-not-indigo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/3167305992402247261?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/3167305992402247261?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/WaFwZ7w2DmE/flashback-216-i-will-not-indigo.html" title="Flashback 216: I Will Not -Indigo-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/12/flashback-216-i-will-not-indigo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8NSXs9cSp7ImA9WhRXEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-7127045602548497257</id><published>2011-12-15T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:41:38.569-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-15T19:41:38.569-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anomaly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tears" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indigo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Andrew" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sacrifice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Terror" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trapped" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strange" /><title>215: Heart Vs. Fear -Andrew-</title><summary type="html">I found myself standing in the rain. Up ahead stood the one group of people that despised me more than anyone else. The Warlock stood off to the side, his head down with ears blushing red and Ben was wrapping Crystal in a blanket.My job was simple. All I had to do was find Carl and his brother, then kill them. If this was the other me than I wouldn't have even hesitated, but I had escaped my &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/uneV8e5A8vo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/7127045602548497257/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/12/215-heart-vs-fear-andrew.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/7127045602548497257?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/7127045602548497257?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/uneV8e5A8vo/215-heart-vs-fear-andrew.html" title="215: Heart Vs. Fear -Andrew-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/12/215-heart-vs-fear-andrew.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8DQH08eCp7ImA9WhRQFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-1191187186176707418</id><published>2011-12-05T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T11:21:11.370-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T11:21:11.370-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Carl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Melissa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adjust" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tears" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sacrifice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strange" /><title>Flashback 214: Adjusting part 4 -Christina-</title><summary type="html">I felt wetness on my cheek, touched it with my finger and stared at in confusion. It wasn't that I didn't know what it was, Samuel had told me it was called crying back when his mother died, but it had never happened to me.

"You cry because something you care about was lost," He had told me, "It's a way to help your body heal."

Maybe I thought I didn't need to heal because there wasn't much &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/x294C6N7j0w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/1191187186176707418/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/12/flashback-214-adjusting-part-4.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/1191187186176707418?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/1191187186176707418?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/x294C6N7j0w/flashback-214-adjusting-part-4.html" title="Flashback 214: Adjusting part 4 -Christina-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/12/flashback-214-adjusting-part-4.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMER3Yzeip7ImA9WhRQFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-516397893118340672</id><published>2011-12-05T23:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:40:06.882-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-10T10:40:06.882-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fairy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faerie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adjust" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tears" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strange" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fae" /><title>Flashback 213: Adjusting Part 3 -Christina-</title><summary type="html">"Hey, do you think you could go to the store?"

I laid the controller on the floor and pulled myself to my feet, "I guess. There's no more milk anyway." I stopped at the door as I grabbed my coat, "I think I'm going to grab a candy bar."

"Cookies n' Cream?" He stood and walked over to me. Placing his hands on my waist, he leaned in.

"Of course." I kissed him lightly and then slipped out the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/NVjFBcnzV_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/516397893118340672/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/12/flashback-213-adjusting-part-3_05.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/516397893118340672?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/516397893118340672?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/NVjFBcnzV_0/flashback-213-adjusting-part-3_05.html" title="Flashback 213: Adjusting Part 3 -Christina-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/12/flashback-213-adjusting-part-3_05.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04NSHg7eyp7ImA9WhRQEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-5909620621886157569</id><published>2011-12-05T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:53:19.603-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T14:53:19.603-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="attack" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adjust" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tears" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sacrifice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anomaly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="different" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strange" /><title>Flashback 212: Adjusting Part 2 -Christina-</title><summary type="html">"A county is in mourning since early today when a school bus of forty-three children disappeared in thin air only to be found 2 hours later across state lines. The children were found dead inside and the bus driver had vanished. But that's not all of the unusual news today, as a you-" The radio was shut off and he pulled it from my grasp.

"You've been listening to that broadcast on repeat for &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/h_oKzu1YEx4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/5909620621886157569/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/12/flashback-212-adjusting-part-2_05.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/5909620621886157569?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/5909620621886157569?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/h_oKzu1YEx4/flashback-212-adjusting-part-2_05.html" title="Flashback 212: Adjusting Part 2 -Christina-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/12/flashback-212-adjusting-part-2_05.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BRHY6fCp7ImA9WhRQEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-285791304342790605</id><published>2011-11-27T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T23:50:55.814-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-05T23:50:55.814-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="multiple" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amnesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="attack" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adjust" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anomaly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tears" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hunt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goddess" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trapped" /><title>Flashback 211: Adjusting part 1 -Christina-</title><summary type="html">"Miss," He tugged at my armor for the fourth time, "Miss, could you grab that candy off the top shelf?"

He'd been tugging on my armor since I'd walked into the store, and immediately after I noticed that everyone was staring at me. I knelt down till I was eye level with the young boy and smiled, "If you like those fingers then you'll stop bothering me, okay? Now go ask your mom for help before I&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/9vJgTdJ2_Ok" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/285791304342790605/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/11/flashback-214-adjusting-part-1.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/285791304342790605?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/285791304342790605?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/9vJgTdJ2_Ok/flashback-214-adjusting-part-1.html" title="Flashback 211: Adjusting part 1 -Christina-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/11/flashback-214-adjusting-part-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UGRnw5eSp7ImA9WhRRGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-6530980764329026946</id><published>2011-11-24T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:53:47.221-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-02T22:53:47.221-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hunt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indigo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guilty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="church" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Andrew" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goddess" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Victoria" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Soulscape" /><title>210: The Church of Guilt -Andrew-</title><summary type="html">The inside of the church was elegantly furnished. The windows had curtains of black and red striped velvet, and the carpet was a deep shade of purple.

"Please, if you don't mind taking off your shoes before you walk in." Sister Victoria turned and looked at me, "God doesn't like her floors getting dirty."

I knelt down and slipped off my shoes, "So you think God is a she?" I was trying to make &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/T1cY-dAQTho" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/6530980764329026946/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/11/213-church-of-guilt-andrew.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/6530980764329026946?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/6530980764329026946?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/T1cY-dAQTho/213-church-of-guilt-andrew.html" title="210: The Church of Guilt -Andrew-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/11/213-church-of-guilt-andrew.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UFQ3s6fip7ImA9WhRRGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-2573393519372140814</id><published>2011-11-22T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:53:32.516-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-02T22:53:32.516-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Patrick" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guilty" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Saba" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indigo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nick" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crystal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror" /><title>209: Rash Choices -Crystal-</title><summary type="html">Guilt. No matter how far you run, it's always there. I killed someone today and it wasn't an accident. I went there wanting him gone, and left before they could put him in a body bag. I didn't feel bad that he was gone. It was like a large zit had been removed from the side of the planet, but I did feel bad that I had been the one to do it. I had erased someone's life with my own hands.

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/LIT4LDULZpw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/2573393519372140814/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/11/212-rash-choices-crystal.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/2573393519372140814?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/2573393519372140814?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/LIT4LDULZpw/212-rash-choices-crystal.html" title="209: Rash Choices -Crystal-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/11/212-rash-choices-crystal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YNRn8_fyp7ImA9WhRRGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-8480913542268567702</id><published>2011-11-20T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:53:17.147-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-02T22:53:17.147-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Melissa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fairy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amnesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faerie" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Qaliphus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fae" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><title>208: Delayed Heartache With A Dash Of Betrayal -Melissa-</title><summary type="html">A pain blossomed deep in my heart as I became self aware once again. I slowly felt my energy returning; building till it could reconstruct my body again. Heartache stung as memories I'd never had before came flooding back as though they'd always been there, hidden behind a thick veil of false assumptions and hidden connections.

Qaliphus couldn't be dead. The first connection I made as my mind &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/zQIa4X5eSpA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/8480913542268567702/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/11/211-delayed-heartache-with-dash-of.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/8480913542268567702?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/8480913542268567702?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/zQIa4X5eSpA/211-delayed-heartache-with-dash-of.html" title="208: Delayed Heartache With A Dash Of Betrayal -Melissa-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/11/211-delayed-heartache-with-dash-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YMQnw4fip7ImA9WhRRGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-3033902959882751831</id><published>2011-10-31T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:53:03.236-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-02T22:53:03.236-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ben" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="attack" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Saba" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="halloween" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Zahid" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="help" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goddess" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sacrifice" /><title>207: Sanity -Saba-</title><summary type="html">"You won't survive this. Let me out . . . I can protect you."

I shook my head as I ran down the hall away from the horrible, young child that Will had left for me to keep an eye on. The girl claimed that she was Crystal's sister, but it was an obvious lie. When we were alone I called her on the lie and she just flipped out.

I heard the teeny explosions as people looked out to find what the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/d3JWDoKFB28" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/3033902959882751831/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/10/210-sanity-saba.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/3033902959882751831?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/3033902959882751831?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/d3JWDoKFB28/210-sanity-saba.html" title="207: Sanity -Saba-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/10/210-sanity-saba.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEBR347eCp7ImA9WhdbGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-1839890512297067329</id><published>2011-10-17T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:00:56.000-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-17T23:00:56.000-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="multiple" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hunt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kidnapped" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="William" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Melahn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kelly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awoke" /><title>Flashback 206: Humanitarian -Kelly-</title><summary type="html">"You are hereby banished from these lands for the crime of loving a human. You are to never return and your powers will be stripped away from you until I judge you worthy."I stared at my brother's angry face and saw no change, "But . . . I'm your kin. You can't do this to me!""In addition, for the murder of the high priest and priestess, from this moment on no living being will be able to return &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/UBqUUuyeIGs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/1839890512297067329/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/10/flashback-206-humanitarian-kelly.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/1839890512297067329?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/1839890512297067329?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/UBqUUuyeIGs/flashback-206-humanitarian-kelly.html" title="Flashback 206: Humanitarian -Kelly-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/10/flashback-206-humanitarian-kelly.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYHR3Y6fip7ImA9WhdbEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-7026964922931996942</id><published>2011-10-09T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:32:16.816-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-09T16:32:16.816-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ghost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kidnapped" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lost" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Andrew" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vincent" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trapped" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strange" /><title>205: Hartman Tribe -Alice-</title><summary type="html">I stood there frozen in place as I heard movement all around me getting closer. The Black Baggers were hunting me and I didn't know what direction they were coming from.I was still in the garden, but my back was against a stone wall with pathways leading to my left and right. On the other side of the plants in front of me, I could hear the Bagger that I had escaped from trying to pull at the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/wnn_T3oXA54" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/7026964922931996942/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/10/205-hartman-tribe-alice.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/7026964922931996942?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/7026964922931996942?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/wnn_T3oXA54/205-hartman-tribe-alice.html" title="205: Hartman Tribe -Alice-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/10/205-hartman-tribe-alice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8FR3k8eip7ImA9WhdbEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-1719962980725296339</id><published>2011-10-03T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T16:26:56.772-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-09T16:26:56.772-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ben" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="multiple" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bernauw" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sara" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="William" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mystery" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sacrifice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Melahn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nick" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crystal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="different" /><title>204: Her Scent -Sara-</title><summary type="html">"Nick, did you see her face? I've never seen her like that." The shorter one pulled himself from the floor."What do you expect? That bastard Patrick killed her father. When I get my hands on him . . . " The tall one was already standing. I could feel energy flowing off him, massive amounts not normal for a human."We can't worry about that right now. We have to find Crystal before she does &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/TWHlDog8ZRw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/1719962980725296339/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/10/204-her-scent-sara.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/1719962980725296339?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/1719962980725296339?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/TWHlDog8ZRw/204-her-scent-sara.html" title="204: Her Scent -Sara-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/10/204-her-scent-sara.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQHRHc7fSp7ImA9WhdUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-2262028372981625440</id><published>2011-10-03T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T17:15:35.905-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-03T17:15:35.905-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tears" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conversation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="church" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="help" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Andrew" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Goddess" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="investigator" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fiction" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trapped" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Victoria" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strange" /><title>203: Guilt -Andrew-</title><summary type="html">The streets of the city were torture to walk through. Everything reminded me of my wife and child, the victims of my warped mind. Every noise brought back a memory that I wish I could forget. but knew that  I didn't want to.The others had been very clear about where they wanted me. They wanted me anywhere but near them, and Carl had been the one to make it the clearest. I winced as I lightly &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/w0jc0j53ZvM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/2262028372981625440/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/10/203-guilt-andrew.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/2262028372981625440?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/2262028372981625440?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/w0jc0j53ZvM/203-guilt-andrew.html" title="203: Guilt -Andrew-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/10/203-guilt-andrew.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4EQ3k4eCp7ImA9WhdTF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-1626332566163933377</id><published>2011-07-14T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T21:25:02.730-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-14T21:25:02.730-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Plane" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hunt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="horror" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="halloween" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="investigate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="investigator" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Terror" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trapped" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="different" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strange" /><title>202: Black Baggers -Alice-</title><summary type="html">The grass beneath my feet felt cool and comfortable as the world around me came to focus. I found myself standing in a grove of trees outside of a massive building that looked like something out of ancient lore.Ben had tried to explain everything and had told me how important it was that I find Alex, but now that I was in the Other Lands, everything seemed vibrant and interesting. Every sight &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/aqw_M-r3BMk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/1626332566163933377/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/07/202-black-baggers-alice.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/1626332566163933377?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/1626332566163933377?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/aqw_M-r3BMk/202-black-baggers-alice.html" title="202: Black Baggers -Alice-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/07/202-black-baggers-alice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQDQX49cSp7ImA9WhZaF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66935946269053397.post-5494679680759542843</id><published>2011-07-03T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:42:50.069-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-03T19:42:50.069-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstances" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="possessed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unusual" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tears" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Circumstance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Patrick" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="investigate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="investigator" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Terror" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crystal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strange" /><title>201: Visible Lies -Crystal-</title><summary type="html">"Speak fast." I held the grenade ready to throw as he stood up."Let me collect myself." Patrick had an unsettling calm as he spoke. The anger from before was gone and replaced with confidence, as though he'd gotten control of the situation again. He didn't need any "collecting", he was stalling for time. He was going to lie."Vincent was a soul trapped inside that of a bear. Once the bear is &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~4/1BhM9Q2yQSA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/feeds/5494679680759542843/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/07/201-visible-lies-crystal.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/5494679680759542843?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/66935946269053397/posts/default/5494679680759542843?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/UnusualCircumstance/~3/1BhM9Q2yQSA/201-visible-lies-crystal.html" title="201: Visible Lies -Crystal-" /><author><name>Timothy Dumont</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/115716638131381150195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZdaV1oQnlHs/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAANw/bfsMDjxkfu0/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://unusualcircumstance.blogspot.com/2011/07/201-visible-lies-crystal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
