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    <dc:title>A Moth on the Moon</dc:title>
    <dc:author id="21538">Michael Graeme</dc:author>
    <dc:identifier>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/7588</dc:identifier>
    <dc:language>en</dc:language>
    <dc:date>2004</dc:date>
    <dc:description>A twenty minute read, by Michael Graeme: Conspiracy theorists excepted, most people know the United States landed a man on the moon in 1969. What's less well known however, is that the British beat them to it, in 1947.

</dc:description>
    <dc:subject>science fiction</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>Satire</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>moon landings</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>conspiracy theory</dc:subject>
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  <userbook id="5030">
    <dc:title>The Magician of Monkton Pier</dc:title>
    <dc:author id="21538">Michael Graeme</dc:author>
    <dc:identifier>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/5030</dc:identifier>
    <dc:language>en</dc:language>
    <dc:date>2009</dc:date>
    <dc:description>Short Story - a twenty five minute read.  

Joshua is navigating his eco-boat, The Mattie Rat along a dark  and stinking stretch of the old canal through Monkton - a city overwhelmed by gangs and gun toting Militias. Joshua's seen it all before:  urban decay, corruption and the death of hope. Living on the water, and with no need for money, he's usually able to slip unnoticed through these town stretches and into the green beyond. But when he's tricked into picking up a pair of enigmatic hitchers, Joshua knows there's going to be trouble in Monkton. In spite of his best efforts, the wily old Waterman is about to become an accomplice in the biggest magical stunt of all time. And if the world no longer believes in magic, well, it only has itself to blame.</dc:description>
    <dc:subject>Magic</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>short story</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>speculative</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>romantic</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>new age</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>philosophical</dc:subject>
    <cover>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/5030.png</cover>
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  <userbook id="3739">
    <dc:title>Escape From Paradise Island</dc:title>
    <dc:author id="21538">Michael Graeme</dc:author>
    <dc:identifier>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/3739</dc:identifier>
    <dc:language>en</dc:language>
    <dc:date>2007</dc:date>
    <dc:description>A 25 minute read by Michael Graeme: Crime doesn't pay. That's what they try to teach you in prison, and fair enough, I might even have left there one day determined to go straight except, suddenly, I was on an island in the China Sea, gazing at a beautiful girl in a yellow Bikini. So maybe it had been worth it after all. But careful now! You had to avoid thinking things like that because they'd a nasty habit of dissolving back into reality and you'd wake up right back in that stinking grey cell: five years of your life already erased, with another two to go, and all because you'd never been able to resist the puzzle of a pretty motor car!
</dc:description>
    <dc:subject>fantasy</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>mystery</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>romance</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>short story</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>speculative</dc:subject>
    <cover>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/3739.png</cover>
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  </userbook>
  <userbook id="3299">
    <dc:title>Lively Custard</dc:title>
    <dc:author id="21538">Michael Graeme</dc:author>
    <dc:identifier>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/3299</dc:identifier>
    <dc:language>en</dc:language>
    <dc:date>2004</dc:date>
    <dc:description>Short Story - a 25 minute read: Rogue trees are popping up all over the little town of Frinton-cum-Hardy  and the residents have begun speaking in metaphors so mixed and mangled, poor Armitage, connoisseur of all things bookish, finds he no longer understands his mother tongue. And if all that isn't enough his young protege, Jenny, from the Books Galore Emporeum is having &quot;uncle trouble&quot;!</dc:description>
    <dc:subject>fantasy</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>fiction</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>Satire</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>speculative</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>humorous</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>romantic</dc:subject>
    <cover>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/3299.png</cover>
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  </userbook>
  <userbook id="3074">
    <dc:title>Love is a Perfect Place</dc:title>
    <dc:author id="21538">Michael Graeme</dc:author>
    <dc:identifier>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/3074</dc:identifier>
    <dc:language>en</dc:language>
    <dc:date>1999</dc:date>
    <dc:description>A short story by Michael Graeme  - a twenty minute read:  He scooped some water up and drank. It astonished him. It tasted like he imagined the most perfect water should taste, but it was a sensation spoiled by the queer fact that he wasn't thirsty even though he had walked for hours under a hot sun.

&quot;Perhaps we don't need food,... or water,&quot; he said. &quot;Only when it pleases us.&quot;

He looked around then at the land and he felt a chill. What manner of place was this? And what manner of being had he become?</dc:description>
    <dc:subject>fantasy</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>mystery</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>romance</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>short story</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>speculative</dc:subject>
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  </userbook>
  <userbook id="2974">
    <dc:title>The Choices</dc:title>
    <dc:author id="21538">Michael Graeme</dc:author>
    <dc:identifier>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/2974</dc:identifier>
    <dc:language>en</dc:language>
    <dc:date>2006</dc:date>
    <dc:description>A  fifteen minute read: 

I am sitting here in the lounge-bar of the McKinley Arms Hotel, by the shores of Loch Lomond, and I am staring out into the twilight at my choices. I have been this way before many times and I always seem to go wrong at this point, so you must forgive what must seem like fastidious caution, but I simply have to get it right this time! </dc:description>
    <dc:subject>fiction</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>meaning</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>short story</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>speculative</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>metaphysical</dc:subject>
    <cover>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/2974.png</cover>
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  </userbook>
  <userbook id="2857">
    <dc:title>The Man Who Could Not Forget</dc:title>
    <dc:author id="21538">Michael Graeme</dc:author>
    <dc:identifier>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/2857</dc:identifier>
    <dc:language>en</dc:language>
    <dc:date>2008</dc:date>
    <dc:description>A Short Story by Michael Graeme (a fifteen minute read): 

...I have a problem with my memory. It isn't that it ever fails me - quite the opposite in fact. Indeed, my recall of events from all but the earliest years of my life is truly photographic, so there was little doubt in my mind the woman before me now was the one who had stolen the book....</dc:description>
    <dc:subject>fantasy</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>fiction</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>romance</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>short story</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>speculative</dc:subject>
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  </userbook>
  <userbook id="2822">
    <dc:title>The Enigma that was Carla Sinclair</dc:title>
    <dc:author id="21538">Michael Graeme</dc:author>
    <dc:identifier>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/2822</dc:identifier>
    <dc:language>en</dc:language>
    <dc:date>2004</dc:date>
    <dc:description>A short story by Michael Graeme (a 45 minute read): 

I was not completely unhinged. She was just a computer program, a crude simulation - at best a never ending animated cartoon with only one character and no story line. But she was &quot;something&quot;,... a hobby I suppose you might say. Other young men had hobbies, equally obscure, though perhaps more socially inclusive. They collected camera gear, they went fishing, raced cars or drank themselves stupid. Me? I coded in my bedroom. Same thing? Well, not quite. You see, while other people's hobbies took them out of themselves, mine enabled me to climb deeper inside. </dc:description>
    <dc:subject>science fiction</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>fantasy</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>meaning</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>short story</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>speculative</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>metaphysical</dc:subject>
    <cover>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/2822.png</cover>
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  <userbook id="2783">
    <dc:title>The Man Who Talked to Machines</dc:title>
    <dc:author id="21538">Michael Graeme</dc:author>
    <dc:identifier>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/2783</dc:identifier>
    <dc:language>en</dc:language>
    <dc:date>2001</dc:date>
    <dc:description>A short story from web-author Michael Graeme (a half hour read):

&quot;You have to talk to them, counsel them, mesmerise them into stillness before you set foot anywhere near them. And, though I may not be considered wholly sane, at least I have a reputation for the way I talk to machines.&quot; 

</dc:description>
    <dc:subject>science fiction</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>fiction</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>short story</dc:subject>
    <dc:subject>short read</dc:subject>
    <cover>http://feedbooks.com/userbook/2783.png</cover>
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