<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Arthur Ni Stories]]></title><description><![CDATA[Arthur Ni Stories]]></description><link>https://www.arthurni.com/stories</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2026 12:06:23 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.arthurni.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Pill Plan - A Short Story]]></title><description><![CDATA[The plan came together rather quick once I had the idea. Simple job, in and out, no one gets hurt. ]]></description><link>https://www.arthurni.com/post/the-pill-plan-short-story</link><guid isPermaLink="false">67a03b35af5a9073dc0deff7</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category><category><![CDATA[Thriller]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 03 Feb 2025 03:50:58 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/df9cb0_0f527663e9024456abbc3c3bc398651b~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_850,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Arthur Ni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Photograph]]></title><description><![CDATA[Finding happiness after tragedy is a challenge. Some have no issues, others struggle and it doesn't get easier. 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I'm not sure that was a better alternative then blasting music to drown out my mind...]]></description><link>https://www.arthurni.com/post/the-digital-drive</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5d84d932ffd9110017ad9438</guid><category><![CDATA[Short Stories]]></category><category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 20 Sep 2019 14:08:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/df9cb0_1cf6f5adec694a01b28e96f4691c92a0~mv2_d_1920_1280_s_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Arthur Ni</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Chevy Pickup]]></title><description><![CDATA[I never worry about much. I wake up, eat a quick breakfast, if you can call it that, and go to work. 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