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	<description>I help people connect through blogs, wikis, other Web 2.0 tools. I'm also writing a book about Emacs.</description>
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		<title>Flash fiction: GLUTTONY - 55 words</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Jun 2005 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sacha Chua</dc:creator>
		
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GLUTTONY (55 words)<br />
Flash fiction by Sacha Chua

<p>"Gluttony is indecent and a catalyst for sin," said his devoted
mother, measuring rice grains for the famished boy.</p>

<p>"But mom!"</p>

<p>"Forgiving it would be like sending you to hell. No." She controlled
everything he ate and did.</p>

<p>Eventually she died, still dogmatic and unrepentant. Traumatized, he
satiated himself on junk food. He died obese.
</blockquote></p>

<p>E-Mail to flashxer@yahoogroups.com</p>

<p>ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â‚Ã‚Â³ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â³ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â”ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â¥ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â¼ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â‚Ã‚Â¿ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â®ÃƒÂ¦Ã‚Â“Ã‚ÂÃƒÂ¤Ã‚Â½Ã‚ÂœÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â®ÃƒÂ¤Ã‚Â»Ã‚Â•ÃƒÂ¦Ã‚Â–Ã‚Â¹ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â‚Ã‚Â’ÃƒÂ§Ã‚ÂŸÃ‚Â¥ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â£ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â¦ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â¾ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â™ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â‹ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â€Ã‚Â‚	Do you know how to operate a computer.</p>

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GLUTTONY (55 words)<br>
Flash fiction by Sacha Chua

<p>"Gluttony is indecent and a catalyst for sin," said his devoted
mother, measuring rice grains for the famished boy.</p>

<p>"But mom!"</p>

<p>"Forgiving it would be like sending you to hell. No." She controlled
everything he ate and did.</p>

<p>Eventually she died, still dogmatic and unrepentant. Traumatized, he
satiated himself on junk food. He died obese.
</blockquote></p>

<p>E-Mail to flashxer@yahoogroups.com</p>

<p>ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â‚Ã‚Â³ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â³ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â”ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â¥ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â¼ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â‚Ã‚Â¿ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â®ÃƒÂ¦Ã‚Â“Ã‚ÂÃƒÂ¤Ã‚Â½Ã‚ÂœÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â®ÃƒÂ¤Ã‚Â»Ã‚Â•ÃƒÂ¦Ã‚Â–Ã‚Â¹ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â‚Ã‚Â’ÃƒÂ§Ã‚ÂŸÃ‚Â¥ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â£ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â¦ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â¾ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â™ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â‹ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â€Ã‚Â‚	Do you know how to operate a computer.</p>

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		<title>Flash fiction: DISTANCE (55 words)</title>
		<link>http://sachachua.com/wp/2005/05/28/flash-fiction-distance-55-words/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 May 2005 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sacha Chua</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>DISTANCE<br />
Sacha Chua</p>

<p>The cellphone rang, a welcome interruption cutting through my dreams.
Woke up smiling and reached for the phone by my bed.</p>

<p>It lay still. No missed calls.</p>

<p>The night suffocated me with silence. Curled my fingers around the
phone&#8212;around his hand, 3000 miles away&#8212;and tried to sleep for the
third time that night.</p>

<p>ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â‚Ã‚Â³ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â³ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â”ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â¥ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â¼ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â‚Ã‚Â¿ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚ÂŒÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â“ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â®ÃƒÂ¤Ã‚Â¼Ã‚ÂšÃƒÂ§Ã‚Â¤Ã‚Â¾ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â«ÃƒÂ¥Ã‚Â°Ã‚ÂŽÃƒÂ¥Ã‚Â…Ã‚Â¥ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â•ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â‚Ã‚ÂŒÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â¤ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â¤ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â‚ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â‚Ã‚ÂŠÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â¾ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â™ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â€Ã‚Â‚	Computers are being introduced into this company.</p>

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>DISTANCE<br>
Sacha Chua</p>

<p>The cellphone rang, a welcome interruption cutting through my dreams.
Woke up smiling and reached for the phone by my bed.</p>

<p>It lay still. No missed calls.</p>

<p>The night suffocated me with silence. Curled my fingers around the
phone&mdash;around his hand, 3000 miles away&mdash;and tried to sleep for the
third time that night.</p>

<p>ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â‚Ã‚Â³ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â³ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â”ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â¥ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂƒÃ‚Â¼ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â‚Ã‚Â¿ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚ÂŒÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â“ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â®ÃƒÂ¤Ã‚Â¼Ã‚ÂšÃƒÂ§Ã‚Â¤Ã‚Â¾ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â«ÃƒÂ¥Ã‚Â°Ã‚ÂŽÃƒÂ¥Ã‚Â…Ã‚Â¥ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â•ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â‚Ã‚ÂŒÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â¤ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â¤ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â‚ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â‚Ã‚ÂŠÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â¾ÃƒÂ£Ã‚ÂÃ‚Â™ÃƒÂ£Ã‚Â€Ã‚Â‚	Computers are being introduced into this company.</p>

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		<title>ETIQUETTE &#8212; 55 words</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2005 12:07:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sacha Chua</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>"Out to in," she said earlier; my silent mantra as I contemplated the
bewildering array before me. Chose the outermost.</p>

<p>Her parents were quiet for the rest of dinner.</p>

<p>Waiting for a cab, I flipped through the etiquette book she lent me.
Damn. They skipped a course on purpose. Wrong fork.</p>

<p>Tough, dating a WASP.</p>

<p>- In response to "you had a choice in life, buddy. you came to a fork
<blockquote>
<p class="quoted">in your road, which one did you take?"</p>
</blockquote>

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>"Out to in," she said earlier; my silent mantra as I contemplated the
bewildering array before me. Chose the outermost.</p>

<p>Her parents were quiet for the rest of dinner.</p>

<p>Waiting for a cab, I flipped through the etiquette book she lent me.
Damn. They skipped a course on purpose. Wrong fork.</p>

<p>Tough, dating a WASP.</p>

<p>- In response to "you had a choice in life, buddy. you came to a fork
<blockquote>
<p class="quoted">in your road, which one did you take?"</p>
</blockquote>

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<p>E-Mail to FlashXer@yahoogroups.com</p>
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		<title>THE GAMES KIDS PLAY &#8212; a 55er</title>
		<link>http://sachachua.com/wp/2005/01/28/the-games-kids-play-a-55er/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2005 05:45:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sacha Chua</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>The boy winked before dropping a black beetle on a girl, who screamed
and whirled around to smack him. He dodged and dashed off, glancing
backward, slowing occasionally. She was furious. His grin stretched
ear to ear.</p>

<p>I turned to my wife. "Did I ever..."</p>

<p>"Worse." She laughed. "Boys are crazy when they're in love."</p>

<p>E-Mail to flashXer@yahoogroups.com</p>

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The boy winked before dropping a black beetle on a girl, who screamed
and whirled around to smack him. He dodged and dashed off, glancing
backward, slowing occasionally. She was furious. His grin stretched
ear to ear.</p>

<p>I turned to my wife. "Did I ever..."</p>

<p>"Worse." She laughed. "Boys are crazy when they're in love."</p>

<p>E-Mail to flashXer@yahoogroups.com</p>

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		<title>THIRD TIME&#039;S THE CHARM, 55-word flash fiction</title>
		<link>http://sachachua.com/wp/2005/01/27/third-times-the-charm-55-word-flash-fiction/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2005 13:45:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sacha Chua</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Burnt the toast. Charred black, three days in a row. He didn't yell,
didn't leave; just laughed and told me he'd cook next time. Breakfast
in bed, everything.</p>

<p>He passed the test. Definitely a keeper; he loved me without knowing I
graduated top of my class at Cordon Bleu Academy. Tonight, I'll
prepare a feast.</p>

<p>- thanks to arion for feedback!</p>

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Burnt the toast. Charred black, three days in a row. He didn't yell,
didn't leave; just laughed and told me he'd cook next time. Breakfast
in bed, everything.</p>

<p>He passed the test. Definitely a keeper; he loved me without knowing I
graduated top of my class at Cordon Bleu Academy. Tonight, I'll
prepare a feast.</p>

<p>- thanks to arion for feedback!</p>

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		<title>Cat &#8212; 55 words</title>
		<link>http://sachachua.com/wp/2005/01/11/cat-55-words/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2005 23:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sacha Chua</dc:creator>
		
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"Your cat's vicious."

<p>"Neko?" I stroked the cat sleeping on my lap. She yawned, stretched,
and curled up around my hand.</p>

<p>"Absolutely antisocial." He shivered. "Psycho. Pure evil."</p>

<p>"Nonsense. She's a darling." I leaned in and whispered, "Just let her
think she's boss."</p>

<p>A hiss and a deep scratch told me I wasn't quiet enough.
</blockquote></p>

<p>- In response to the "ABSOLUTELY ANTISOCIAL" prompt on the flashxer mailing list</p>

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"Your cat's vicious."

<p>"Neko?" I stroked the cat sleeping on my lap. She yawned, stretched,
and curled up around my hand.</p>

<p>"Absolutely antisocial." He shivered. "Psycho. Pure evil."</p>

<p>"Nonsense. She's a darling." I leaned in and whispered, "Just let her
think she's boss."</p>

<p>A hiss and a deep scratch told me I wasn't quiet enough.
</blockquote></p>

<p>- In response to the "ABSOLUTELY ANTISOCIAL" prompt on the flashxer mailing list</p>

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