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  <title>The Ties That Bind by  Mari Ness @ Everyday Weirdness</title>
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  <description>The silver thread ran from her foot, through the wide window overlooking the lake, and - she squinted - into the half dying laurel oak tree that crouched on the side of the house. Her toes itched. She wiggled them, and pulled her foot closer to examine ...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20100105/&quot;&gt;The Ties That Bind by  Mari Ness&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <title>@Thaumatrope Last Week (Dec 27, 2009)</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100104/&quot;&gt;Jan 4, 2010&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/TheFictioneer&quot;&gt;TheFictioneer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #Shave Cilia sprout from my bottom and I find my footing. Rooted follicles around me wail as I skitter past, away from the onrushing blade. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100104/&quot;&gt;Jan 4, 2010&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/DougMcIntire&quot;&gt;DougMcIntire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Billy hit Enter, unleashing the most destructive virus ever known. But it destroyed his own drive before it could escape to the internet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100103/&quot;&gt;Jan 3, 2010&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/TheFictioneer&quot;&gt;TheFictioneer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #Shave I strain and flex and suddenly break loose! Roots snap and tear as I pop from my pore, becoming the first free-range hair in history. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100103/&quot;&gt;Jan 3, 2010&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/TheFictioneer&quot;&gt;TheFictioneer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #Shave Follicle brothers and sisters fall before me, slashed down screaming as the merciless blade plows closer, pushing a blistering wind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100103/&quot;&gt;Jan 3, 2010&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/godofapathy&quot;&gt;godofapathy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He told me he didnt like my hair. He also didnt like my leather boots, my studs or my chains. Didn&apos;t seem to like the taste of them either. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100102/&quot;&gt;Jan 2, 2010&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/TheFictioneer&quot;&gt;TheFictioneer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #Shave Help us! cry my subjects. Please save us! Can I, King Cowlick, do nothing to stop the slaughter of the hairistocracy of the headland? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100102/&quot;&gt;Jan 2, 2010&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/TheFictioneer&quot;&gt;TheFictioneer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #Shave I shiver in the giant blade&apos;s shadow as it razes my kingdom in a cloud of white foam, a roiling wave of split ends and stubble. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100102/&quot;&gt;Jan 2, 2010&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/patheticliform&quot;&gt;patheticliform&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The joints creaked and the valves hissed as the submersible landed and began crawling along the ocean bed. Soon, Atlantis would be his. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100101/&quot;&gt;Jan 1, 2010&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/TheFictioneer&quot;&gt;TheFictioneer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #Shave The giant silver wedge roars closer, slicing down forests of follicles. Herds of howling mites stampede from its gleaming sharpness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100101/&quot;&gt;Jan 1, 2010&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/thaumatrope&quot;&gt;thaumatrope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ed, #Shave is a fantasy by Robert T. Jeschonek @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/TheFictioneer&quot;&gt;TheFictioneer&lt;/a&gt; ] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100101/&quot;&gt;Jan 1, 2010&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/themansonjosh&quot;&gt;themansonjosh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seeing the smiles of 19th century London, he was reminded of why a time traveller should always pack a toothbrush. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20100101/&quot;&gt;Jan 1, 2010&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/benburgis&quot;&gt;benburgis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The time traveler slipped on his mirrorshades and smiled. It was time to teach his ancestors how to build clockwork computers and jack in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091231/&quot;&gt;Dec 31, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf Amidst the bedlam of the ball drop in Times Square, I knew I had found my new home. Everyone here was just as demented as me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091230/&quot;&gt;Dec 30, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf I traveled by iceberg, penguin flotilla, and finally hitchhiked across the border, passing for a poor, lost circus performer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091230/&quot;&gt;Dec 30, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/johnottinger&quot;&gt;johnottinger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #AFantasyMedley 4.5* Excellent collection of 4 novellas featuring strong female heroines told by skilled female authors. &lt;a href=&quot;http://is.gd/vbP9&quot;&gt;http://is.gd/vbP9&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091229/&quot;&gt;Dec 29, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf My path lit dimly red by the nose on Rudolph&apos;s severed head, my mood lightened. Maybe New York would be my kind of town. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091228/&quot;&gt;Dec 28, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf I&apos;d miss the reindeer games, the narwhal riding, &amp;amp; the plentiful, innocent smiles. But the singing &amp;amp; Santa worship? Good riddance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091227/&quot;&gt;Dec 27, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf Oh, the memories! Elk tipping; that Christmas when one of my toys got past QA and little Timmy lost an eye; happy, happy times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091227/&quot;&gt;Dec 27, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/patheticliform&quot;&gt;patheticliform&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;quot;Curse you Archimedes Jones!&amp;quot; cried Dr. Divin as the train plummeted off the cliff. Jones smiled as he sailed to safety, the Stone in hand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091227/&quot;&gt;Dec 27, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/johnottinger&quot;&gt;johnottinger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #TerriblyTwistedTales 3.7* Fairy Tales get flipped inside out. Pierson, DuBois, and Swails&apos; tales are best of anthology. &lt;a href=&quot;http://is.gd/ukI2&quot;&gt;http://is.gd/ukI2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/&quot;&gt;Thaumtrope Twitter Fiction&lt;/a&gt;&amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 08:56:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Poverty by  Jessica F Otto @ Everyday Weirdness</title>
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  <description>Poverty sits in the center&lt;br /&gt;of her cage; paws kneading,&lt;br /&gt;claws scratching the barren concrete.&lt;br /&gt;Her tail twitches pensively.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are the moldy green&lt;br /&gt;of a half starved cat&lt;br /&gt;and her teeth are as crooked&lt;br /&gt;a...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20100104/&quot;&gt;Poverty by  Jessica F Otto&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 08:56:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Nasty in the Cupboard by  Christian Berntsen @ Everyday Weirdness</title>
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  <description>There were stray ghosts in the cupboard. Little Angelina, &amp;lsquo;Angel Cupcake&amp;rsquo; to most of her family, heard them scrounging around after everyone was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;She crept as if she herself were a phantom, ...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20100103/&quot;&gt;Nasty in the Cupboard by  Christian Berntsen&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 08:56:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sleepers, Wake! by  BP Whalen @ Everyday Weirdness</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;There&apos;s trouble with my backpack.&amp;nbsp; My assignments are missing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20100102/&quot;&gt;Sleepers, Wake! by  BP Whalen&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 08:56:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Nyarlathotep by  H.P. Lovecraft @ Everyday Weirdness</title>
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  <description>Nyarlathotep...  the crawling chaos...  I am the last...   I will tell the audient void...&lt;br /&gt;I do not recall distinctly when it began, but it was months ago. The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added ...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20100101/&quot;&gt;Nyarlathotep by  H.P. Lovecraft&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 08:56:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Time Gatherer by  Jeff Jeppesen @ Everyday Weirdness</title>
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  <description>Just past two, when the cleanest neon&lt;br /&gt;can&amp;rsquo;t hold back the insistent dark,&lt;br /&gt;the horologe returns to a city&lt;br /&gt;that never knew he&amp;rsquo;d left. He crashes&lt;br /&gt;on fresh sheets and while he sleeps the hands&lt;br /&gt;on his glowing wa...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091231/&quot;&gt;The Time Gatherer by  Jeff Jeppesen&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 08:56:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Lug&amp;rsquo;s Luck by  Dave Migman @ Everyday Weirdness</title>
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  <description>&amp;ldquo;Yeah, right!&amp;rdquo; Icon laughed.&lt;br /&gt;It was not that Alvin lacked any character, but upon festooning our eyes upon the little grey primate one would unavoidably find themselves drawn towards the biro lodged in his top pocket. It was not that...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091230/&quot;&gt;Lug&amp;rsquo;s Luck by  Dave Migman&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 08:56:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Cradle by  Jeff Jeppesen @ Everyday Weirdness</title>
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  <description>He doesn&amp;rsquo;t care that he is out of cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;He no longer pays attention to t.v. reports&lt;br /&gt;of massed tank columns and&lt;br /&gt;dead students.&lt;br /&gt;He has taken a length of twine and knotted it into a loop.&lt;br /&gt;Oroborus, he whispers...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091229/&quot;&gt;The Cradle by  Jeff Jeppesen&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <title>@Thaumatrope Last Week (Dec 20, 2009)</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091227/&quot;&gt;Dec 27, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh, the memories! Elk tipping; that Christmas when one of my toys got past QA and little Timmy lost an eye; happy, happy times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091227/&quot;&gt;Dec 27, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/patheticliform&quot;&gt;patheticliform&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;quot;Curse you Archimedes Jones!&amp;quot; cried Dr. Divin as the train plummeted off the cliff. Jones smiled as he sailed to safety, the Stone in hand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091227/&quot;&gt;Dec 27, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/johnottinger&quot;&gt;johnottinger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #TerriblyTwistedTales 3.7* Fairy Tales get flipped inside out. Pierson, DuBois, and Swails&apos; tales are best of anthology. &lt;a href=&quot;http://is.gd/ukI2&quot;&gt;http://is.gd/ukI2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091226/&quot;&gt;Dec 26, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I ruminated upon what I was giving up, leaving the Workshop, the only home I&apos;d ever known--but the elves frowned on mass murder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091226/&quot;&gt;Dec 26, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/TonyNoland&quot;&gt;TonyNoland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kelly died again, was respawned. The blood made the controller&apos;s buttons slippery, but at least now Robby couldn&apos;t hog the new X-Box. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091225/&quot;&gt;Dec 25, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/NinjaEditor&quot;&gt;NinjaEditor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Facedown on cobblestones, Jack felt the power building inside as the boys jeered. Unleash it now and they&apos;d never see another Christmas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091225/&quot;&gt;Dec 25, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/GypsySongdancer&quot;&gt;GypsySongdancer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;quot;Conjuring is so tiring,&amp;quot; sighed Abe. &amp;quot;But I swear, with ten pipers piping, there won&apos;t be a rat left in the entire province by New Year&apos;s.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091225/&quot;&gt;Dec 25, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/TonyNoland&quot;&gt;TonyNoland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The wooden blocks Anna got for Christmas were infested with tiny blue ants. They stung her, and she heard them sing in their native Chinese. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091225/&quot;&gt;Dec 25, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/TonyNoland&quot;&gt;TonyNoland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Uncle Ron thought he was funny, giving Tommy some batteries as a gag gift. Tommy regifted them right back: first the lead, then the acid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091225/&quot;&gt;Dec 25, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/blueberrio&quot;&gt;blueberrio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The first jauntily wrapped box held a wrapped hand. Others hid more parts. Best was the severed head. He kissed his wife: &amp;quot;You&apos;re so sweet.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091225/&quot;&gt;Dec 25, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;quot;I know we&apos;ve all suffered a tragic loss.&amp;quot; I could hear Santa&apos;s memoriam as I trudged away from the Pole. &amp;quot;But accidents do happen.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091224/&quot;&gt;Dec 24, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/NinjaEditor&quot;&gt;NinjaEditor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The dreidel wobbled, fell. Gimel. &amp;quot;Winner takes all,&amp;quot; she said. Leveled her pistol at the man. &amp;quot;Hand over the blueprints; no one gets hurt.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091224/&quot;&gt;Dec 24, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/JBurridge&quot;&gt;JBurridge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ginger forced the oven door open and freed confection angels. They flew outside, momentarily easing the nibbled ridges of her lost wings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091224/&quot;&gt;Dec 24, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf The resulting encephalitis outbreak caused the worst stoppage in the Lines in 200 years. Dozens dead, Christmas was cancelled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091224/&quot;&gt;Dec 24, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/kcknit&quot;&gt;kcknit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &amp;quot;Daddy, does Santa know we moved to Mars?&amp;quot; my son asks. I point to the blinking red light at the space port. &amp;quot;Yes. See? There&apos;s Rudolph.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091223/&quot;&gt;Dec 23, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf Grappling, tongue out to taste the madness in Rudolph&apos;s breath, I stabbed him in the eye and hauled his carcass to the grinder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091223/&quot;&gt;Dec 23, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/NinjaEditor&quot;&gt;NinjaEditor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Forms lie quiescent on bare yard, waiting for life to be breathed into them. The golems of Christmas past, resurrected every year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091222/&quot;&gt;Dec 22, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/echoindarkness&quot;&gt;echoindarkness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The smoke hovered in the cold air, the twisted yule log now reduced to coals and ashes. The sun rose, the longest night was over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091222/&quot;&gt;Dec 22, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/thaumatrope&quot;&gt;thaumatrope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ed, I&apos;m really surprised I haven&apos;t received more Holiday tweet submissions] &lt;a href=&quot;http://is.gd/bvGq&quot;&gt;http://is.gd/bvGq&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091222/&quot;&gt;Dec 22, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf The dying elf collapsed onto a floor switch, opening a slaughterhouse cell. Rudolph, rabid as a werewolf, snorted into the open. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091221/&quot;&gt;Dec 21, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf I cackled &amp;amp; slashed out with my scalpel, snicking his jugular. Ernst was a fountain, stumbling backwards, hand clenched to his neck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091221/&quot;&gt;Dec 21, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/cdthomas&quot;&gt;cdthomas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The shuddering servant girl stared down the glom-cat sucking its tended nightmare from the priest&apos;s head. A proper job for twelve fairies... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091220/&quot;&gt;Dec 20, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf Ernst shouted for help, but in the Christmas rush, every elf was on the Lines. We circled, him sweating, my laughter echoing wildly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091220/&quot;&gt;Dec 20, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/LameExcuseBooks&quot;&gt;LameExcuseBooks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One wave of the reptoid&apos;s silver wand and the shivering abducted children returned meekly to their stations on the toy assembly line. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/&quot;&gt;Thaumtrope Twitter Fiction&lt;/a&gt;&amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <title>Good Neighbors by  Clinton Lawrence @ Everyday Weirdness</title>
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  <description>Mrs. Platt fed her cats, then went out to her gazebo to read.  It was a warm, sunny spring morning, with just the slightest breeze, birds chirping all around her, and it wasn&amp;rsquo;t long before she was napping.  Mrs. Sullivan startled her awake, with t...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091228/&quot;&gt;Good Neighbors by  Clinton Lawrence&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <description>It is the hour she dreads the most, when time stretches and madness creeps into the gaps between the ticking seconds. She switches on the late-night snooker on the TV&amp;mdash;its flickering light and soothing voice her only defence against the darkness to...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091227/&quot;&gt;3am by  Essie Gilbey&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <title>Spilt life by  Sarah Ann Watts @ Everyday Weirdness</title>
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  <description>I remember watching the sky lighten through the grille and waiting for the door to open on that last day. It was raining clean water from the sky. I lifted my face, striving to catch drops upon my tongue, thinking it might quench my thirst. I murmured a...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091226/&quot;&gt;Spilt life by  Sarah Ann Watts&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 08:57:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>And so it came that the Lord was not born in a manger in the middle of an empty field covered with a light dusting of the purest whitest snow, surrounded by angels and wise men and a barn full of docile beasts of burden with proud parents looking on, bu...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091225/&quot;&gt;Unto You a Child is Reborn by  Holly L. Day&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <description>The man strode along the stone fencing of the pasture, checking for gaps, for tumbled rocks, for anything else at all out of place. He expected little of that sort, and had indeed found nothing so far. Still, it was a good thing to do in that chilly tim...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091224/&quot;&gt;In The Wind by  Erika S Tracy&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <title>Fever by  Jenny Rae Rappaport @ Everyday Weirdness</title>
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  <description>The sun revealed the red highlights in your hair this morning, as you sat there with your sweat-drenched curls, and insisted on eating your breakfast. So stubborn, but there you sat, with your spoon in the air, and the bowl of oatmeal before you, a grow...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091223/&quot;&gt;Fever by  Jenny Rae Rappaport&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <title>Maybe Not... by  Rhonda Parrish @ Everyday Weirdness</title>
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  <description>The revolver held six bullets.&lt;br /&gt;The minister had claimed one&lt;br /&gt;The thing that had once been her daughter two --&lt;br /&gt;her hand shook.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband had been easier,&lt;br /&gt;one shot.&lt;br /&gt;Had Nanna ...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091222/&quot;&gt;Maybe Not... by  Rhonda Parrish&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <title>@Thaumatrope Last Week (Dec 13, 2009)</title>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091221/&quot;&gt;Dec 21, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/cdthomas&quot;&gt;cdthomas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The shuddering servant girl stared down the glom-cat sucking its tended nightmare from the priest&apos;s head. A proper job for twelve fairies... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091220/&quot;&gt;Dec 20, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf Ernst shouted for help, but in the Christmas rush, every elf was on the Lines. We circled, him sweating, my laughter echoing wildly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091220/&quot;&gt;Dec 20, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/LameExcuseBooks&quot;&gt;LameExcuseBooks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One wave of the reptoid&apos;s silver wand and the shivering abducted children returned meekly to their stations on the toy assembly line. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091219/&quot;&gt;Dec 19, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf As soon as I heard the iron bars lock shut, I cut through the burlap and burst onto the red-stained concrete. The other elf had a crowbar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091219/&quot;&gt;Dec 19, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/johnottinger&quot;&gt;johnottinger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #MithrasCourt 4* 1800&apos;s people get trapped in pocket universe with undead. Frightening with a surprise ending. &lt;a href=&quot;http://is.gd/tXEt&quot;&gt;http://is.gd/tXEt&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091219/&quot;&gt;Dec 19, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/flyingpotatoe42&quot;&gt;flyingpotatoe42&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The days blurred by.  They generally did, riding a space-bike at 0.99c.  I heard sirens.  Damn.  Was I going to break the speed limit again? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091218/&quot;&gt;Dec 18, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf &amp;quot;That&apos;s enough struggling.&amp;quot; Ernst said. He would have to die. Soon. My fingers closed around the scalpel I kept in my elfin boot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091218/&quot;&gt;Dec 18, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/MaryRobinette&quot;&gt;MaryRobinette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #Interview @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/maryrobinette&quot;&gt;maryrobinette&lt;/a&gt; Why? Primarily because I like the way SF &amp;amp; F takes reality and turns it on the side. It makes life easier to see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091218/&quot;&gt;Dec 18, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/krommydas&quot;&gt;krommydas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ted was the rebel android, operating solely by an utter refusal to dream of electric sheep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091218/&quot;&gt;Dec 18, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #Bad Elf I was being dragged across the snow. Through the burlap I could start to smell the familiar offal &amp;amp; manure of the reindeer butchery. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091217/&quot;&gt;Dec 17, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/MaryRobinette&quot;&gt;MaryRobinette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #Interview @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/maryrobinette&quot;&gt;maryrobinette&lt;/a&gt; When? My collection came out in Nov. and my 1st novel in the spring of 2010. Not that I&apos;m fixated or anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091217/&quot;&gt;Dec 17, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf &amp;quot;Let me out of here you gnomes! Or I swear to Claus I&apos;ll carve you &amp;amp; eat your livers!&amp;quot; No response. Elves have no sense of humor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091217/&quot;&gt;Dec 17, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/jennbrissett&quot;&gt;jennbrissett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The heat of the sun only burns for a moment, the scorching pain is brief. I wish I had time to paint a picture of the solar winds I see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091216/&quot;&gt;Dec 16, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/MalcolmSheppard&quot;&gt;MalcolmSheppard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One click an inch. Tuck loose bits under your jaw. Don&apos;t yell &amp;quot;brains&amp;quot; like a rube. The staplegun&apos;s an actor&apos;s tool, like Shatner&apos;s toupee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091216/&quot;&gt;Dec 16, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf I was as shocked as Santa when the jolly old elf clubbed me with a miniature Louisville Slugger. I woke to darkness and burlap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091216/&quot;&gt;Dec 16, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf I narrowed my eyes at Santa. &amp;quot;You want me to tell Mrs. Claus about that Christmas in Bedford Falls? With Mrs. Robertson?&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091216/&quot;&gt;Dec 16, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/thaumatrope&quot;&gt;thaumatrope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [ed. Xmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Yule, Solstice? Looking for Holiday themed submissions. &lt;a href=&quot;http://is.gd/bvGq&quot;&gt;http://is.gd/bvGq&lt;/a&gt; ] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091215/&quot;&gt;Dec 15, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/johnottinger&quot;&gt;johnottinger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #Starfinder 3* John Marco writes steampunk/epic fantasy YA novel. Like Artemis Fowl, but world-building is more haphazard. &lt;a href=&quot;http://is.gd/tXHb&quot;&gt;http://is.gd/tXHb&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091215/&quot;&gt;Dec 15, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/Lindenfoxcub&quot;&gt;Lindenfoxcub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Electricity shot from a metal sphere atop a small tower. A fly dropped smoking to the desk. I ask, &amp;quot;How big could you build one of those?&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091215/&quot;&gt;Dec 15, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf Ernst came looking for me, nosing around about the missing elves. I told him to &amp;quot;get packaged.&amp;quot; He came back with Santa in tow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091214/&quot;&gt;Dec 14, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf It ended in my banishment from the Workshop, a year without Christmas, &amp;amp; the explanation behind Rudolph&apos;s untimely, gruesome death. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091214/&quot;&gt;Dec 14, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/DianeTurnshek&quot;&gt;DianeTurnshek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The space invaders wondered why we laughed at them. They&apos;d copied scary Hollywood aliens perfectly, right down to the zippers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091213/&quot;&gt;Dec 13, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf The other elves tried to give me other jobs more suitable to my gifts. Like reindeer euthanasia technician and pest exterminator. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091213/&quot;&gt;Dec 13, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/filamena&quot;&gt;filamena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She came into my office leaking oil and whispering the name of a lover. When she faded, I tossed her out. Dames like her are a dime a dozen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/tweets/20091213/&quot;&gt;Dec 13, 2009&lt;/a&gt; @&lt;a href=&quot;http://twitter.com/montsamu&quot;&gt;montsamu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; #BadElf Everything changed the year I canceled Christmas. It had started innocently enough, drugging and gagging a cute young elf or two. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thaumatrope.greententacles.com/&quot;&gt;Thaumtrope Twitter Fiction&lt;/a&gt;&amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <description>Too strange, too strange she is to share this body with me. She&amp;rsquo;s like a kid, only overgrown, with gawky limbs and skinned knees, her hair, filled with spiders, drifting across her face as if she were perpetually underwater. Her eyes are like eggs...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091220/&quot;&gt;Sharing Teeth by  Mariah K Young&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <description>Don pushed forward, knocking a woman to her knees. She let out a weak moan as she fell to her side. Her left leg resounded with a sickening crack as it hit the hard-packed, foot-trodden soil at the edge of The Fountain. Don ignored the woman, stepped ov...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091219/&quot;&gt;Into the Shadows by  T.J. McIntyre&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Beth ran out the door and slammed it, slicing off her husband&apos;s shout of&amp;nbsp;her name at its highest pitch.&amp;nbsp;The door&amp;nbsp;was solid pine set in a brick wall and it cut the scream neat...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091218/&quot;&gt;The Good Wife by  John Jasper Owens&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <description>I know this guy, Charlie Minnovitz. He has gills on his neck. Tells me over bottles of Bud that he is no freak. Says that people are born with signs of waking dreams come true all the time. He can breathe underwater, but he never has. Living on Long Isl...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091217/&quot;&gt;Charlie Minnovitz by  Dave Macpherson&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <description>In the legend, Psyche was the breathtaking wife of the god of love. Psyche Sinclair, however, was an Edinburgh teenager with mildly eccentric parents, and hair the colour of drying blood. She didn&amp;rsquo;t have a boyfriend, but that didn&amp;rsquo;t bother h...&lt;p&gt;See more of &lt;a href=&quot;http://everydayweirdness.com/e/20091216/&quot;&gt;Psyche and the Soul by  JY Saville&lt;/a&gt; &amp;raquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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