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		<title>SIDES by Clay Dugger</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Now
“&#8230;ster Stanley? Can you hear me?”
The woman’s voice intrudes on my fog. I’m enjoying my fog, it’s peaceful. It was quiet.
“Miisster Stanley?” She stretches it out. “Carl?”
“Yeah, I hear you. Now go away.” I go to turn over and find myself restrained. Ankles, wrists, chest, and head. All strapped down. Tight.
“Hey! What the…”
“Please be calm, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2010/03/11/sides-by-clay-dugger/</link>
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		<title>DEAD AIR by Edward Morris</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Fearless Leader Nicky Tesla failed to return on air at the top of the past half hour, all you loyal listeners both among the living and, uh, existence-impaired out there howling with the donkeys. This is Jimbo Weiland, the Court Foole, on KRAK.
FADE DOWN. That was”The Liberty Bell March” by John Philip Sousa, better known [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2010/03/05/dead-air-by-edward-morris/</link>
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		<title>LAST DAY AT WORK by T.J. McFadden</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Okay, so I was not &#8220;situationally aware&#8221; that morning. Sue me.
Considering what I had planned, you&#8217;d think I&#8217;d be all keyed up. But last night I&#8217;d been all alone in the house. The house that had been empty since my wife took our kids back to South Carolina, two weeks ago. My only companion had [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2010/02/22/last-day-at-work-by-t-j-mcfadden/</link>
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		<title>DEADLY COMMUTE by William Robinson</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Waking at 6.00am Daniel usually struggled to open his eyes, but this morning he felt fresh. Last night had been a nightmare. Trying new tactics had worked well at first but soon his small band of fighters had been split up and went down like rookies. Daniel was the last man left to fight off [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2010/02/01/deadly-commute-by-william-robinson/</link>
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		<title>PREVIEW: The Dead</title>
		<description><![CDATA[No word yet on a release date, but looks to be a solid story with Romero-esque zombies in Africa.

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		<link>http://www.talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2010/01/27/preview-the-dead/</link>
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		<title>BRIDESHEAD BEACH by Tom Hamilton</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1.
&#8220;Look,&#8221; Kathryn said, &#8220;this one has the keys in it.&#8221;
&#8220;It&#8217;s probably out of gas,&#8221; Maureen acknowledged, &#8220;most of the ones with the keys left in them are out of gas.&#8221;
&#8220;Well,&#8221; Kathryn stripped off her business suit jacket and searched the mercifully empty streets, &#8220;we&#8217;re gonna have to give it a try.&#8221; She climbed behind the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2010/01/21/brideshead-beach-by-tom-hamilton/</link>
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		<title>THE DESIGNATED HITTERS LAMENT by Vincent L Cleaver</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A Zombie Apocalypse Love Story 
Joseph had seen them heading out to check out the zombies hanging around No. 4 wind turbine; &#8216;Sarge&#8217;, &#8216;Gomer&#8217; and Barnes, the rancher that they&#8217;d hooked up with two days back. The ranch had five wind turbines built on easements leased to a Texas power utility, and the ranch was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2010/01/17/the-designated-hitters-lament-by-vincent-l-cleaver/</link>
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		<title>SATAN CLAUS by Tom Hamilton</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Mother,&#8221; asked Seymour, &#8220;what are you doing out of bed?&#8221;
The old woman didn&#8217;t answer. She was carrying a lit wicket inside an archaic, silver, antique candle holder and the hot wax was dripping down onto her wrists. There was no need for this of course as the hallway was already ablaze with light courtesy of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2010/01/04/satan-claus-by-tom-hamilton/</link>
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		<title>REPOST: NIGHT OF THE FROZEN ELF by Richard S. Crawford</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A treat for the holidays &#8211; Ed.
It was Jenny Cupcake who found the body. An avalanche had exposed a transparent wall of ice; and behind the ice, an elf hung, suspended in ice, arms akimbo and skin blue. His eyes stared forward blankly, and his mouth had dropped open. He looked flash frozen.
Jenny Cupcake tapped [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2009/12/22/repost-night-of-the-frozen-elf-by-richard-s-crawford/</link>
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		<title>AMONGST THE DEAD: ROSCOE by David Bernstein</title>
		<description><![CDATA[May 18: Riley’s birthday. She was turning thirteen, a ceremonial number in many cultures. The number when a child became a young adult. She packed a small backpack taking with her a flashlight, matches, binoculars, ammo and beef jerky. She brought the .30-30 along, leaving the .38 hidden outside the cabin in a plastic bag [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.talesofworldwarz.com/stories/2009/12/14/amongst-the-dead-roscoe-by-david-bernstein/</link>
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