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		<title>Alone in the Darkness</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 06:52:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tim</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was approaching midnight, and Mandy didn&#8217;t have a clue where everyone else was. All she could see was darkness; all she could hear was soft sloshing and splashing. Where were they? Something moved past her leg, startling her. She jumped and screamed: &#8220;Marco!&#8221; A chorus of voices replied, &#8220;Polo!&#8221; Rating: 4.8/5 (6 votes cast)<br /><div><img src="http://fiftywordstories.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=4.8" /></div><div>Rating: 4.8/<strong>5</strong> (6 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://fiftywordstories.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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		<title>Backyard Baywatch</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 16:20:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tim</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When he had finished digging, he lined the pit with plastic and ran a hose into it. He watched proudly as his makeshift swimming pool filled up. He had always dreamed of being a lifeguard. All he needed now were some babes to save. He put up signs and waited. Rating: 5.0/5 (2 votes cast)<br /><div><img src="http://fiftywordstories.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx.php?value=5.0" /></div><div>Rating: 5.0/<strong>5</strong> (2 votes cast)</div><br /><a target="_blank" href="http://www.gdstarrating.com/"><img src="http://fiftywordstories.com/wp-content/plugins/gd-star-rating/gfx/powered.png" border="0" width="80" height="15" /></a><br />]]></description>
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