<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Blue Komet | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/BlueKomet</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Blue Komet</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776374715</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>A new heart</title>
			<description>The next morning Alan left early and hiked over the ridge to the Professors&amp;rsquo; factory. The sun had just risen and was burning off the morning fog quite quickly. Birdsong sprang from every tree and dew glistened on the grass at side of the track, and with each step he felt more free and optimist..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueKomet/530664/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Pegasus</title>
			<description>Alan gaped like a fish. This was about the last thing he had expected to find in his quiet little village. But just as soon as the enormity of the Aethership above him sank in, his expression changed from one of amazement to one of confusion. He had been around Aetherships since he was very young, w..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueKomet/514619/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Introductions</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Stepping out onto the platform, Alan looked down the length of the station. He had been riding in the last carriage before the brake van so he could see the entire train. Apart from the conductor standing by the door to the first cla..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueKomet/514049/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>A new beginning</title>
			<description>April 13th, 1919&amp;nbsp;The midday sun was bright in the sky as Alan sat in the very last row of the second class carriage. Dust motes sparkled in the air around him giving it an almost ethereal atmosphere. Beyond the glass England's green fields streamed by, interrupted by stone fences and crys..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueKomet/513693/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Beyond Mars</title>
			<description>A young man joins an intrepid crew on a voyage to the Asteroid belt, a place where no spaceship has ever returned from.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BlueKomet/513676/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>