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	<title>Tales of the Zombie War</title>
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	<description>Works of Zombie Apocalypse Fiction</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 18:39:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>ZOMBIE STORY by Christopher Fisher</title>
		<link>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/08/29/zombie-story-by-christopher-fisher/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 18:34:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wondered if this whole thing should become one of those ads in a gun magazine.  You know, the kind you’d see next to the monster truck magazines at check out lanes all over the south.  A big picture of the latest word in pistols, shotguns, or rifles, full of garish ads for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>PROPHECY by Michael Colangelo</title>
		<link>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/08/21/prophecy-by-michael-colangelo/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 13:45:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I was a boy, my brothers and I used to play a game. A group of us would go out and find a wasp&#8217;s nest in the ground. One of us would give it a swift kick or three. The game was where we&#8217;d have to outrun the wasps. Once we were safe, we [...]]]></description>
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		<title>BALLOONS by Tom Hamilton</title>
		<link>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/08/19/balloons-by-tom-hamilton/</link>
		<comments>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/08/19/balloons-by-tom-hamilton/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 22:04:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Longer stories]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Tom Hamilton]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[unique zombies]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/?p=90</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Johnny was the one who told me that she was still alive. &#8220;But don&#8217;t go over there.&#8221; He cautioned, turning his back on me as he walked across the room. When he got to the window he told me that he thought they had all the women they needed. He had even seen two teenage [...]]]></description>
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		<title>ZOMBIE CAFÉ by Ed Wagner</title>
		<link>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/08/12/zombie-cafe-by-ed-wagner/</link>
		<comments>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/08/12/zombie-cafe-by-ed-wagner/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 15:37:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Humorous]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Short stories]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/?p=87</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Suzy was a petite blond with shoulder-length hair, high cheek bones and an upturned nose.  Her eyes sparkled and she was in the habit of lightly touching people as she talked.  People assumed she was a cheerleader because she was always so perky.  She flashed a winning smile.  It was perfect [...]]]></description>
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		<title>OR BY COMMA WHEN THE FEELING&#8217;S NOT AS STRONG by Mark O&#8217;Neill</title>
		<link>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/08/08/or-by-comma-when-the-feelings-not-as-strong-by-mark-oneill/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 20:07:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Short stories]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[All you gotta do is smile and smile…
-Dolly Parton
Merrillville, Indiana-
Although I really didn’t like staying in the diner, most of the people there were making too much of a fuss out of the situation. One lady kept going into the small women’s restroom (GALS) because she said she felt safer not being seen though the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>RIDING SHOTGUN by Ben Wintersteen</title>
		<link>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/07/16/riding-shotgun-by-ben-wintersteen/</link>
		<comments>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/07/16/riding-shotgun-by-ben-wintersteen/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 18:07:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Short stories]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/?p=83</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I suppose this answers the question about the existence of a human soul. By all rights I know I should be gone. At least I hope so. I should have listened to the preacher more closely. Learned what I had to learn so that when I finally pass from this torment, I know my soul [...]]]></description>
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		<title>ALL THAT REMAINS by Joshua Scribner</title>
		<link>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/07/11/all-that-remains-by-joshua-scribner/</link>
		<comments>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/07/11/all-that-remains-by-joshua-scribner/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 18:29:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Short stories]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Tibby remembered the words out loud.
“Shoot them in the head the radio transmission said.  That was when there were still radio transmissions to be heard.”
Tibby lifted the rifle to her shoulder.  She got the AA battery in her sights.  She pulled the trigger and removed it from on top the mailbox at [...]]]></description>
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		<title>QUARANTINE by J. Michael</title>
		<link>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/07/08/quarantine-by-j-michael/</link>
		<comments>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/07/08/quarantine-by-j-michael/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 14:22:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[J Michael]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/?p=80</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[She knows the taste of nails,
a clutch of them in her mouth
like a dressmaker’s pins.
The flavor of iron is comforting,
something she can wield.
Something that will not decay.
She knows the weight
of a hammer, its friendly lever
the extension of her own bones,
its metal face, her fist.
She has plans for this.
She knows every centimeter
of the house, could walk [...]]]></description>
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		<title>STATUES by J. Michael</title>
		<link>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/07/07/statues-by-j-michael/</link>
		<comments>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/07/07/statues-by-j-michael/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 14:30:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[J Michael]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[poem]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/?p=79</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[We first played this game as children
some three thousand miles south of here,
clattering out of screen porches
and down back steps onto cushioning grass.
Here my thick boots snap the snow like bone.
Freeze, somebody would yell, and we’d halt,
our traitorous hearts still pounding their drums.
There is no pulse on the tundra but mine.

Around me, the statues hold [...]]]></description>
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		<title>CASE NO. 030166 by Kevin White</title>
		<link>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/07/03/case-no-030166-by-kevin-white/</link>
		<comments>http://talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2008/07/03/case-no-030166-by-kevin-white/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 20:51:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Short stories]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Dr. Eckhardt sat up straight and arched his lower back trying to work out the knots. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eye before replacing them. How many hours had it been? Not that it mattered. He had not been home in a month. With no windows in the long, narrow tile covered room, [...]]]></description>
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