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		<title>Fictions: Let Sleeping Rock Stars Lie</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 16:01:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Liz G</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Bruce Golden He drifted out of Redemption Hall into the sublime sunshine and took a long last look at the heavy double doors closing behind him.  He felt like a new man, and, thanks to the divine guidance of the Holy Father&#8217;s 1,012-step plan, he was as new as a rosebud about to bloom on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fictions: The Advertising Imperative</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 16:01:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Liz G</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[david conyers]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[David Conyers From the one hundred kilometre altitude viewing platform of the Quito Space Elevator, Natalya Serov counted the hundreds of corporate logos spread like quilts across the Andes and the Amazon rainforest. Brands included MaxiCola, Conical Energy, MarsPlus, Jovian-Briggs, Europa Water, 8Quantum, LaPlasta Limited, France Inc. and many more of the Solar System’s wealthiest [...]]]></description>
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		<title>FICTIONS: Indigo</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Dec 2010 16:01:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Liz G</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[barry rosenberg]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Barry Rosenberg It was a few weeks before Christmas, and despite the Queensland heat, people were rushing to and fro with bulging shopping bags. Everyone was busy with buying, buying, buying. The shops on Cobble St were close together and their weathered look suggested that they had been there forever. They were traditional shops, too: [...]]]></description>
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		<title>FICTIONS: The Day of the Carrot</title>
		<link>http://ticon4.com/2010/02/fictions-the-day-of-the-carrot/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 16:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Russell B. Farr</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[simon petrie]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Simon Petrie It had been known since the early 1950s that high levels of radiation could induce gigantism in certain species. But since most of the early cases had involved arthropods and poisonous lizards of, it has to be said, a rather aggressive disposition, the commercial implications of this line of research were not as [...]]]></description>
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		<title>FICTIONS: The Driver&#8217;s Assistant</title>
		<link>http://ticon4.com/2010/01/fictions-the-drivers-assistant/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 08:12:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Russell B. Farr</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[trent jamieson]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Trent Jamieson The Prosperity Act needed good people. Not everyone could handle the work. Not everyone could kill children. *     *     * May 30 &#8220;God, what a beautiful sound.&#8221;  She drives, and the engine is purring. The Driver and her assistant are following the highway, out of Toowoomba: the road switching back, coiled and steep [...]]]></description>
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		<title>FICTIONS: The Devil Went Down&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://ticon4.com/2010/01/fictions-the-devil-went-down/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 07:28:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Russell B. Farr</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[patrick hew]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Patrick Hew Hell to a violinist is the ticking of a metronome, the robotic, relentless and remorseless tick, beating out the time, beating the soul out of the music. And in every tick of the metronome, you can hear The Devil. Practising. *     *     * Left hand up, muscles neutral with the elbow tucked in, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>FICTIONS: Howie and the Fireflies</title>
		<link>http://ticon4.com/2009/02/fictions-howie-and-the-fireflies/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 07:23:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Russell B. Farr</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[kieran morgan]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Kieran Morgan 1 A child&#8217;s foot stepped hesitantly onto the quicksand, and began to sink, ever-so-slowly. &#8220;Howie&#8230; you&#8217;re sinkin&#8217;,&#8221; a small voice piped up. The foot spread its small toes as wide as it could, and moved just a little bit sideways, and the sinking slowed. It didn&#8217;t completely stop, but it was unhurried now, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>FICTIONS: The Girl in the Cupboard</title>
		<link>http://ticon4.com/2009/02/fictions-the-girl-in-the-cupboard/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 07:14:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Russell B. Farr</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[rachel holkner]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Rachel Holkner Briony chose the room. There were three similar upstairs, but this was the smallest and did not even come with a decent view. Her mother had intended it for storage. The room was slightly longer than it was wide, with wooden floorboards, pale yellow walls, one small square window and a cupboard built [...]]]></description>
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		<title>FICTIONS: A Tour of the City of Assassins</title>
		<link>http://ticon4.com/2009/01/fictions-a-tour-of-the-city-of-assassins/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 07:17:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Russell B. Farr</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[kyla ward]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Kyla Ward &#8220;[Zdrastvuitye]! Salām and hello! And welcome everyone aboard our Scorpion Tour Bus! My name is Zenka and I will be your guide on today&#8217;s tour of New Alamut or, as it is more colourfully known, the City of Assassins. &#8220;Now, a few things before we start. We have in this bus today Russian [...]]]></description>
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		<title>FICTIONS: Taking Back the Words</title>
		<link>http://ticon4.com/2008/12/fictions-taking-back-the-words/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 07:25:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Russell B. Farr</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[patty jansen]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Patty Jansen Dust. There was a taste of dust in Nick&#8217;s mouth. Dust that coloured his hand orange-red and dulled the surface of the silver ring on his finger. The ring. Kylie. Oh God, Kylie. His groan was a deep guttural sound like it came from the earth itself, a sound that didn&#8217;t belong to [...]]]></description>
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