<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" 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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 16 Sep 2024 03:57:53 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>FWA</category><title>Arcadia</title><description>A Trip to the Imaginary</description><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (The Arcadians)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-5101295612013016265</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T19:38:19.168+00:00</atom:updated><title>Barefeet Princess</title><atom:summary type="text">An FWA Story by Nussaïbah Raja and Timi Reeder  ---  Tears rushed down her cheeks, smudging the make-up her personal esthetician has taken so long to apply, but Rae didn’t care. She had to let everything out, even if she was ruining her makeup or her Prada dress. Fifteen years had passed since she had been propelled in this selfish world of these so-called elites and she was still not used to the</atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/11/barefeet-princess.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-41513759516135628</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 00:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T00:47:25.327+00:00</atom:updated><title>Carnival Games</title><atom:summary type="text">An FWA Story by Jordan Stevenson and Timi Reeder  ---  So it was the morning, the morning before my family decided to take us on a trip. Now normally this would be a cause for excitement, but we were headed to a carnival, and in all honesty I’ve gone past the age in which carnivals bring great amounts of joy just from the thought. Naturally my seven year old sister was practically wetting herself</atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/11/carnival-games.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-1406473334785453936</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 00:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T00:46:04.343+00:00</atom:updated><title>Sabah</title><atom:summary type="text">An FWA Story by Nussaïbah Raja and Denny Reeder  ---  “Sabah, don’t come to the main house today. Stay with mom today. Okay, love?”  At that time the 6-year old girl hadn’t known the true meaning of what her father had been trying to say. Her innocence had protected her back then, but it had been so long since she hadn’t been daddy’s little girl. She was not even sure she would want to be daddy’s</atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/11/sabah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-5645262226998006458</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 08:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T11:56:05.812+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FWA</category><title>Let the writing commence…</title><atom:summary type="text">Thank you very much to everyone who has put their names forward for the second Fictitious Writing Activity. We wish you all the best in the writing of your stories and look forward very much to receiving them in by the 24th October. Please remember that your finished stories should be e-mailed directly to us rather then through the internal contact form.  If you have any queries at any point </atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-writing-commence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh833oONALzPYMaz4TDM7xOQUJ0alu0O7oCotsY6j8g5prlui56_nJWMrAZpONdO6CfSkfzHUvRgpFMRUL4qowpI7rs0K-uFW8GWw3PyNDcZhN68JbA7cmrM3Izb3xMvD2X_bvLUX2qMp_b/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-2734058840075680027</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 12:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T11:55:54.552+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FWA</category><title>The Second FWA Begins…</title><atom:summary type="text">Thank you very much to everyone who participated in the first ever Fictitious Writing Activity. The entries we received were of an extremely high quality and are all truly brilliant stories. The talent on display was incredible and we are deeply grateful for everyone’s participation.  We are now ready to open the second FWA. The basic premise and guidelines remain the same as before; you write </atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/second-fwa-begin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-2928760847272766163</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 21:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T19:54:58.514+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FWA</category><title>FWA Archive</title><atom:summary type="text">This is an archived list of all published stories for the Fictitious Writing Activity. Enjoy =)  FWA 1: August - September 2009     The Rain by Jack Harrison and Timi Reeder    Shadows of the Truth by Timi Reeder and Shazia Kurmoo    Tears of the Sun – The Melody of Farewell by Shazia Kurmoo and Nussaïbah Raja    Mateo by Parwez Aullymun and Matt Crouch    Tangled Up by Veronique Belanger and </atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/10/fwa-archive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-2538708771179518067</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 20:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T13:52:33.126+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FWA</category><title>A Muse&#39;s Tale</title><atom:summary type="text">An FWA Story by Ramon Chiratheep and Parwez Aullymun  ----  Above on some cloud high in the sky, an ethereal being was watching a desk buried with papers on another distant shore. The papers hadn&#39;t moved for what seemed like years. Suddenly, one of those papers seemed to twitch. The ethereal being gave a sigh of relief and quickly used her x-ray vision to assess the situation. What she saw made </atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/09/ramons-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-3318502369763822700</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 23:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T13:52:02.773+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FWA</category><title>Out of Time</title><atom:summary type="text">An FWA Story by Harry Wright and Jack Harrison  -----  One man is walking slowly along a city path, his shadow is cast on every building as he passes every street light. It is the early morning and the road is quiet, as the man walks past an empty car park a sudden wind picks up, litter begins to circle the centre of the car park. A strange blue glow gradually builds up, fading in from nowhere. </atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/09/harrys-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-6015329629912059097</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 23:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T11:55:29.708+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FWA</category><title>Tangled Up</title><atom:summary type="text">An FWA Story by Veronique Belanger and Harry Wright  -----  She heard the slamming sound of the door. At this very moment, it was impossible for her to understand what had just happened. It wasn’t their first argument, of course. She had noticed that they would argue more often now, and every time, it seemed to be getting worse than the previous fight. Suddenly, he had looked at her in a way that</atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/09/tangled-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-4675992514080903451</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 23:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T11:55:20.508+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FWA</category><title>Mateo</title><atom:summary type="text">An FWA Story by Parwez Aullymun and Matthew Crouch  -----  “Come in…” the old man said. Valentino has now reached the graceful age of 89. Nearly 9 decades spent on this earth and he spent most of his life alone. He was living in his house on the hills of Italy where he spent the last twenty years. Today he was having the visit of one of his old friends, Katrina; who also retired after a 30 year </atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/09/mateo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-3999440343618635963</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 23:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T11:55:12.059+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FWA</category><title>Tears of the Sun – The Melody of Farewell</title><atom:summary type="text">An FWA Story by Shazia Kurmoo and Nussaïbah Raja  -----  As a dark cloud hid the full moon, a single drop rolled down her cheeks… Her grey eyes gleaming in the gloom, she whispered in the quiet of the night “I miss you…” She let her fingers wander on the yellow pages, as if drinking in each word, each phrase her hands touched. “I miss you so,” she repeated in a breath, before bringing her knees </atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/09/tears-of-sun-melody-of-farewell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-1144163047526700792</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 23:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T11:54:47.631+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FWA</category><title>Shadows of the Truth</title><atom:summary type="text">An FWA story by Timi Reeder and Shazia Kurmoo  -----  ‘What were their names?’  For a moment, the silence completely enveloped the small, cluttered room around them. The shadows of the fading Sun flickered across the distant wood-panelled walls. The mood had broken with those words; the air of cordiality they had held throughout the brief meeting seemed to crash down to the dull metallic floor.</atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/09/shadows-of-truth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-5926288328580481217</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 23:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T11:21:16.784+00:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FWA</category><title>The Rain</title><atom:summary type="text">An FWA story by Jack Harrison and Timi Reeder  -----  Jasper Jones had forgotten his umbrella. And that was a worry. Usually, he wouldn&#39;t have minded getting wet, but this time he knew it could be really bad if he did. As dark clouds rolled in, he could feel the oncoming storm and knew he had to get home.   Jasper looked about 30. He had a mop of dark brown hair and was tall and skinny. He wore a</atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/09/rain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiprpNdYoFouRcYf0bZMSEeC5Lq_uXaEaCLcQuVVsH6qh7v27ejIqnloijdiY0evCsaAKFlXSoCaD7o58eF6sGw206VDV2cbB0oU8gq68t3dWI2FgN0wi3-mi1d6URARialfB9G-QcU8a3G/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-9125552793372320548</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 21:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T01:27:48.176+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FWA</category><title>The first ever FWA begins…</title><atom:summary type="text">Thank you very much to everyone who has put their names forward for the first Fictitious Writing Activity. We wish you all the best in the writing of your stories and look forward very much to receiving them in by the 29th August. Please remember that your finished stories should be e-mailed directly to us rather then through the internal contact form.   If you have any queries at any point </atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-ever-fwa-begins.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-1051173454592779244</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 20:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-14T23:29:24.756+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FWA</category><title>Welcome</title><atom:summary type="text">Hello, and welcome to the Arcadian Blog; a blog dedicated to fictitious writing.To inaugurate this new blog, we are going to be carrying out in the following weeks an activity which has been christened the FWA. The Fictitious Writing Activity is a concept derived from an old writing programme I took part in. Basically, you write the opening of a story, roughly of around 1,200 words in length. It </atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Timi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-2805380711691609303</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T13:40:44.402+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FWA</category><title>FWA Guidelines</title><atom:summary type="text">Thank you for participating in the Fictitious Writing Activity. Here are a few little pointers and guidelines to help you in writing your stories.General GuidelinesYou should aim to write somewhere between 1,000 - 1,200 words for the first section of your story, and then around 1,200 - 1,500 words for the second half that you will write. Don’t worry if you go a little under or a little over.The </atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/fwa-guidelines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Arcadians)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5608071990358723703.post-2168993014713137299</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 10:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-20T11:34:58.342+01:00</atom:updated><title>Contact Us</title><atom:summary type="text"> id = 26340; clr = &quot;-EC4A0E-000000-FFFFFF&quot;; </atom:summary><link>http://arcadian-stories.blogspot.com/2009/07/contact.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Arcadians)</author></item></channel></rss>