<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753509846252594513</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:38:36.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Backwards</title><subtitle type='html'>I wonder if a story can be written backwards, starting with the end and move towards the beginning.  Perhaps, there won't even be a beginning.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753509846252594513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybackwards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John E. Tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594659729954601082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bWBhllhvqI0/SIFi4tmvIjI/AAAAAAAAADg/WvdrwQ92DLA/S220/JETMugBlackBK300x375.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753509846252594513.post-4813740551847322980</id><published>2009-02-02T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:01:11.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Moment</title><content type='html'>As he walked forward, he looked back and wondered whether it was all worth it. The landscape in front seemed as barren as it was dark. Upon reaching the edge, he looked down and took a deep breath. He was finally free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753509846252594513-4813740551847322980?l=storybackwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storybackwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4813740551847322980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storybackwards.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753509846252594513/posts/default/4813740551847322980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753509846252594513/posts/default/4813740551847322980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storybackwards.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-line.html' title='The Final Moment'/><author><name>John E. Tran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14594659729954601082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bWBhllhvqI0/SIFi4tmvIjI/AAAAAAAAADg/WvdrwQ92DLA/S220/JETMugBlackBK300x375.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
