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		<title>You Can&#8217;t Put A Price On Love</title>
		<link>http://littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com/2008/07/23/you-cant-put-a-price-on-love/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 16:29:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This was written for an exercise in Stephen King&#8217;s On Writing. This is not the sort of writing I usually do, and I think it shows, but nonetheless I had a lot of fun with this one.
22/10/2009

You Can&#8217;t Put A Price On Love
“We’ll take good care of her Dick. Are you sure you don’t want [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com&blog=1645344&post=191&subd=littlebookofsoup&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Day Off</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 16:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[An abandoned short story that I thought too dull to be worth persevering with.
22/10/2009

Day Off
	It was Michael’s day off. He was glad of it, too: there was that point every week towards the end where it all started to get a bit much, and yesterday had been that day. Immediately relieved by his newfound sense [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com&blog=1645344&post=188&subd=littlebookofsoup&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Untitled Novel &#8211; Chapter 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 01:09:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MetalPingu</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is another interesting idea that I would like to revisit, though perhaps in a different format. This was the sort of idea that required a) intensive planning and b) an engaging protagonist. Unfortunately, this has neither. It also has a fairly misguided subplot that apes the thriller/crime genre, which is perhaps outside of a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com&blog=1645344&post=220&subd=littlebookofsoup&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Wendy &amp; The Pessimist&#8217;s Club &#8211; Chapter 1 [Unfinished]</title>
		<link>http://littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com/2007/07/19/wendy-the-pessimists-club-chapter-1-unfinished/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2007 01:01:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MetalPingu</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This was a project inspired by Wendy, a short prose sketch I wrote featuring a talking, top hat-wearing bear. It was planned as a kind of inversion of the archetypal children&#8217;s novel, though for some reason discontinued quite early on in its gestation. I still rather like the idea, and I do have plenty of [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com&blog=1645344&post=217&subd=littlebookofsoup&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Ham</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 00:21:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MetalPingu</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A short story that I finished towards of the end of my first year at Durham University. The challenge was to write a story inspired by the word &#8220;ham&#8221;. I could do with rewriting this one of these days(!), though I still remain quite fond of it.
22/10/2009

Ham
     &#8220;Breakfast&#8217;s ready, love.&#8221; The [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com&blog=1645344&post=17&subd=littlebookofsoup&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Think Of Life</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Dec 2006 00:33:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MetalPingu</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Presumably a misguided attempt to write a Joycean &#8217;story of the moment&#8217; (technical term, that), but I&#8217;m still fond of the idea.
22/10/2009

     The man outside the shop looked glumly at his watch and wondered. It was the dead of night, and as far as he could tell he was the only [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com&blog=1645344&post=22&subd=littlebookofsoup&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Keen Observer &#8211; Chapter 2</title>
		<link>http://littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com/2006/11/28/the-keen-observer-chapter-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Nov 2006 16:45:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MetalPingu</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of my favourite chapters to come out of this project, and one that I like to think holds some interest as a standalone piece.
22/10/2009

Chapter 2
He reached the red iron gates, took a deep breath and walked inside. On both sides of him the floor was adorned with thick forests that from his position seemed [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com&blog=1645344&post=208&subd=littlebookofsoup&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Keen Observer &#8211; Chapter 1</title>
		<link>http://littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com/2006/11/28/the-keen-observer-chapter-1/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Nov 2006 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MetalPingu</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This was my first attempt at NaNoWriMo, and until this year the furthest I&#8217;d ever written for an individual project before giving up. A lot of this material is substandard (as could be expected from the &#8216;quantity over quality&#8217; maxim under which it was written) but there are some chapters of this which I really [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com&blog=1645344&post=194&subd=littlebookofsoup&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Wendy</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Oct 2006 00:47:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>MetalPingu</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[An experimental short story, the idea behind which I later tried to convert into a novel. That, of course, failed. I still like this story, however.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com&blog=1645344&post=26&subd=littlebookofsoup&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Mr. Bleaney</title>
		<link>http://littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com/2006/05/12/mr-bleaney/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 May 2006 00:29:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Originally a piece of A2 Coursework, this story is a &#8220;transformation&#8221; of the second poem from Larkin&#8217;s book The Whitsun Weddings. I still believe this is the strongest short story I&#8217;ve written.
22/10/2009

&#8220;Just up the stairs.&#8221; He nodded, smiled and followed. The hallway wasn&#8217;t particularly brimming with cheer: a small window struggled with what little light [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=littlebookofsoup.wordpress.com&blog=1645344&post=19&subd=littlebookofsoup&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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