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<!--Generated by Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.159 (http://www.squarespace.com) on Sat, 25 May 2013 20:50:32 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Short Stories</title><subtitle>Short Stories</subtitle><id>http://charlesojpatterson.com/short-stories/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://charlesojpatterson.com/short-stories/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://charlesojpatterson.com/short-stories/atom.xml"/><updated>2009-11-30T02:44:48Z</updated><generator uri="http://five.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.159 (http://www.squarespace.com)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>Sticky Red</title><id>http://charlesojpatterson.com/short-stories/2009/11/29/sticky-red.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://charlesojpatterson.com/short-stories/2009/11/29/sticky-red.html"/><author><name>[Your Name Here]</name></author><published>2009-11-30T02:37:14Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T02:37:14Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Your body shudders uncontrollably as you try to keep from crying; you only succeed in stifling aural ones.]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Gratzi Beans</title><id>http://charlesojpatterson.com/short-stories/2009/11/29/gratzi-beans.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://charlesojpatterson.com/short-stories/2009/11/29/gratzi-beans.html"/><author><name>[Your Name Here]</name></author><published>2009-11-30T02:34:58Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T02:34:58Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Only bad side to this business venture is that Cory is schizophrenic to a violent degree.]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Cautionary Tale</title><id>http://charlesojpatterson.com/short-stories/2009/11/29/cautionary-tale.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://charlesojpatterson.com/short-stories/2009/11/29/cautionary-tale.html"/><author><name>[Your Name Here]</name></author><published>2009-11-30T02:28:11Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T02:28:11Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[He thinks of his wrongs as the cold metal tip, makes brain shred to forever forget]]></summary></entry><entry><title>The Original Edward Blake's of Comedy</title><category term="short stories"/><id>http://charlesojpatterson.com/short-stories/2009/11/29/the-original-edward-blakes-of-comedy.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://charlesojpatterson.com/short-stories/2009/11/29/the-original-edward-blakes-of-comedy.html"/><author><name>[Your Name Here]</name></author><published>2009-11-30T01:56:22Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:56:22Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[They sit in their chairs, reclined and limp, their bodies releasing violent spasms. I look them in their glassy eyes, a cold hearted killer, without pity or remorse.]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Smug</title><category term="short stories"/><id>http://charlesojpatterson.com/short-stories/2009/11/29/smug.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://charlesojpatterson.com/short-stories/2009/11/29/smug.html"/><author><name>[Your Name Here]</name></author><published>2009-11-30T01:10:45Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:10:45Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Caught in the darkness Gordie stopped. His body had already relaxed its rhythm, betraying him to the voice in the darkness.]]></summary></entry></feed>