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	<title>Story: shortstuff140</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100903/</guid> 
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	The 12-step program meeting began at midnight with coffee and cigarettes. A shiny teeny bopper stood. Hi, I'm Amy. I'm a vampire lover.
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	<pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2010 18:41:21 -0700</pubDate>
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	<title>Story: inkedhistorian</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100901/</guid> 
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	As the carnivorous alien worm sucked her into its toothy maw, Holly cursed tight skirts, heeled boots, and the Captain's archaic dress code.
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	<pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 18:11:21 -0700</pubDate>
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	<title>Story: QuarterBone</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100831/</guid> 
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	<description><![CDATA[
	&quot;Would the senator from Blood Suck, Mississippi, care to explain his support for the Anti-Undead Bill in light of these new allegations?&quot;
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	<pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 17:41:21 -0700</pubDate>
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	<title>Story: AlanBGreen</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100830/</guid> 
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	Sadly the octopus' desperate attempts to warn mankind were repeatedly misunderstood.
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	<pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 17:11:21 -0700</pubDate>
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	<title>Story: kyliu99</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100829/</guid> 
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	&quot;Why is the balance only 2&cent;?  I've been away in space for 500 years!&quot;
&quot;Sir, we had to take out taxes and the account maintenance fee.&quot;
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	<pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 16:41:21 -0700</pubDate>
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	<title>Story: HernanGiaggio</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100828/</guid> 
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	The shuttle exploded and tiny fragments of our bodies drifted into space. When we reached the white light, I said, &quot;Let's keep exploring.&quot;
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	<pubDate>Sat, 28 Aug 2010 16:11:21 -0700</pubDate>
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	<title>Story: godofapathy</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100827/</guid> 
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	With burning eyes, a heart of ice and a soul nowhere inside, he stalked the darkened streets with a blade in hand and a killer's pride.
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	<pubDate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 15:41:21 -0700</pubDate>
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	<title>Story: mpdonoghue</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100826/</guid> 
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	The Man Who Couldn't Be Killed faced off against the Time Traveler. It was a battle to the death and raged on until the end of time.
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	<pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 15:11:21 -0700</pubDate>
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	<title>Story: suewrite</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100825/</guid> 
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	After the rockfall they crawled blindly, holding each other's heels. At some point they realised there was no beginning or end to the line.
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	<pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2010 14:41:21 -0700</pubDate>
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	<title>Story: spretzer</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100823/</guid> 
	<link>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100823/</link> 
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	&quot;I can't believe you young people. Rolling your eyes all the time, it's disgusting. In my day, we rolled our knucklebones and we liked it.&quot;
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	<pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 14:11:21 -0700</pubDate>
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	<title>Story: GaeaDD</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100822/</guid> 
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	Our descendants discovered time travel but failed to account for continental drift. We found the machine in the mountain, skeleton and all.
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	<pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 13:41:21 -0700</pubDate>
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	<title>Story: Jamiescribbles</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100821/</guid> 
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	<description><![CDATA[
	The aliens vowed to atone for the near-genocide.  Fused to the birthing module and grunting through her 423rd labor, Sandra believed them.
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	<pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 13:11:21 -0700</pubDate>
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	<title>Story: svramey</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100820/</guid> 
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	Eyes bleary from late night edits, I yawn. A dog barks; a baby cries. The switchblade in my fist snicks. Alas, I'm not finished yet. 
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	<pubDate>Fri, 20 Aug 2010 12:41:21 -0700</pubDate>
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	<title>Story: LukeZwan</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100819/</guid> 
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	Sheep trot pass, blinding me with miners headlamps, run by brass cogs, bleating, &quot;Broken dreams must be fixed.&quot; Vanishing into misty past. 
	]]></description>	
	<pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2010 12:11:21 -0700</pubDate>
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	<title>Story: 3tdoan</title>
	<guid>http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100818/</guid> 
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	The music is discreet. The flowers, tasteful. The eulogies, heartbreaking. If only it weren't so suffocating in here.
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	<pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2010 11:41:21 -0700</pubDate>
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