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 <title>Seven Ten Split now on Electric Spec</title>
 <link>http://www.timmulcahy.com/?q=node/594</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;My story Seven Ten Split was published on Electric Spec.com on September 30, 2007.  Science Fiction and bowling, they said it couldn't be done.  &lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 10:17:50 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Monday Night at the Vampire Lounge By Tim Mulcahy</title>
 <link>http://www.timmulcahy.com/?q=node/590</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;Here's an excerpt:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I turned just in time to notice Angela pulling a razor blade out of her purse. She looked at me and smiled as she made a small incision just above her left breast. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Care to take a lick?” she asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Not while I’m working,” I said. I handed Walter his beer. I noticed the blood start to drip along the cut down into Angela’s cleavage as the happy couple made their way to one of the curtained areas. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I didn’t know the next couple or the next. They ignored me and headed for the curtains.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next pair totally creeped me. Like most of the people that came in, the woman in the business suit was pale, not a tan-line to be seen. Then I saw who she was with. It was none other than Catherine Higgins. I knew right off that she didn’t fit.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 09:06:14 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF THE MANTICORE – AN INTRODUCTION</title>
 <link>http://www.timmulcahy.com/?q=node/585</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;Who are we?  Why are we here?  Most importantly, what would happen if the God who created us gives up, decides the experiment failed and, worse, finds a replacement?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Of all the species ever to exist in the world, humanity evolved the fastest.  We went from ape-like scavengers to our current form in a bit over two million years.  As impressive as that is, it’s nothing compared with the speed of our technological evolution.  We went from hunter-gathers to a space fairing, computer wielding, techno-civilization in about ten-thousand years.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It can’t be natural.  T-rex was the pinnacle of 200 million years of evolution.  Sauropods came and went in a 100 million years.  The first mammals, our ancestors, showed up on the planet about 120 million years ago.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 18:40:15 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Trianon is on Clean Sheets.</title>
 <link>http://www.timmulcahy.com/?q=node/582</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;Read it and let me know what you think.  My favorite comment so far is:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"Trianon by Timothy Mulcahy is without doubt the best and most beautiful erotic story I've ever read. Never before have I been both turned on and incredibly moved by erotica. Wow - the story is an amazing achivement, and I'm grateful for having read it. Thank you. "&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That has to be the best review of a story I've ever gotten.  Comments like that make it all worth while.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 17:30:55 -0400</pubDate>
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 <title>Episode 1  Losing Faith</title>
 <link>http://www.timmulcahy.com/?q=node/14</link>
 <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timmulcahy.com/?q=node/17"&gt;Genevieve McCracken&lt;/a&gt; sat in the first pew, kneeling on the pad, hands folded, head bowed to the dark wood rail before her.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With eyes closed she turned inside, reaching out with her mind, attempting to reach out to God. Genevieve wasn’t looking for guidance.  She wanted solace, inner peace.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her annulment from Landau McCracken was complete.  It took three years, three years of misery where she laid out before her church, in painful detail, how her twenty-five year marriage was nothing but a lie - to her and to God.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The one thing that wasn’t a lie, the one thing that couldn’t be denied, was her son Connor.  It was for him that she delayed so long, lived with the affairs and the rumors and stares from Landau’s faculty colleagues that went with them.  &lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2006 17:47:24 -0400</pubDate>
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