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		<title>Another Universe</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 23:34:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Without a &#8216;by your leave:&#8217;
They entered.
No longer a castle.
Now a treasure trove to mine.
And become not mine.
What lies beneath?
A need for money?
A chance to say &#8216;fuck u?&#8217;
To laugh at the hard workers, the savers or the credit card spenders?
Perhaps they are bored genius,
Who learned no maths or English?
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		<title>Busy Bee</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 23:25:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So much to do, so little time.
There&#8217;s barely a moment to make this rhyme!
Ideas whizz round,
They&#8217;re fun in my brain.
But put them in action
They&#8217;re hard to tame.
Ideas start like honey
Attracting the bees.
But time wears on
And the bees turn to fleas.
Procrastination becomes a sport.
Actual work just a thought.
Where do I start?
Which ones will fly?
Which will flourish?
Which [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=riverbankwriters.wordpress.com&blog=1763802&post=40&subd=riverbankwriters&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>2009 dates</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 15:43:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Check out the meeting dates page for the 2009 Riverbank Writers get togethers.
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		<title>Halloween</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 13:30:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Avebury]]></category>
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Note: I have been in real life to the Avebury 31 Oct ceremony, and of course this is inspired by that and the people there. But that is as far as it goes. It is in no way representative of the real Archdruid or anyone else! 
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		<title>The Vicar and the Burglar</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 13:29:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>agentlouisa</dc:creator>
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This was written as part of the 30 Nov timed exercise. Basically I had 20 mins to write a story around the following random elements: vicar, burglar, praying, getting old!, children’s dance class. See ‘Writing exercises’ for more info.
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		<title>Innocence and Experience</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 23:46:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This was a time of change and upheaval in my life. From a warm, unpretentious family, and a village school, I was sent to a smart boarding school for &#8216;gels&#8217;. It was a case of sink or swim at the age of 13. What I felt set me apart was my Scottish accent, which made [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=riverbankwriters.wordpress.com&blog=1763802&post=13&subd=riverbankwriters&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Derek</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 22:51:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Derek watched as his new neighbour climbed from behind the wheel of his Nissan Bluebird and made his way up the drive to his front door, his fat fucking wife and three  &#8211; three! – f***ing teenage kids in tow.
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		<title>Chocolate</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 22:48:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Charlie scrubs at the plate until it is spotless; then scrubs some more. She wants to remove all traces of the chocolate cake , hoping the scrubbing will eradicate the calories from her body, her lack of will power from her mind and the longing for the next treat from her mouth.
Tomorrow is another day, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=riverbankwriters.wordpress.com&blog=1763802&post=10&subd=riverbankwriters&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Murder Next Door</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2007 13:32:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The detective inspector strutted around the scene of the crime, her head jerking backwards and forwards as she walked.
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		<title>The Angler</title>
		<link>http://riverbankwriters.wordpress.com/2007/10/01/the-angler/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2007 12:39:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Angler Albert skulked out of the house and headed for his favourite fishing spot; he was in no mood to meet anyone. When he arrived he forced his way angrily through a tangle of sedge and nettles towards the river. How could he have been so stupid? From his concealed pocket he took out [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=riverbankwriters.wordpress.com&blog=1763802&post=8&subd=riverbankwriters&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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