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			<title>The Bosom of Anne Bonny</title>
			<description>The towering, rough masts of the ship flashed in moonlight.&amp;ldquo;Captain, I swear on my eyes the ship pitched; I lost my legs and fell against you.&amp;rdquo; Coarse rope banded his hips; rope trailed from his waist, dipped into the sea, and passed under the boat. Five men held the other end ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/250401/</link>
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			<title>Built to Last</title>
			<description>The horse exploded from the training gate.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/250399/</link>
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			<title>Splinters of Allah</title>
			<description>Sand skimmed the flat, bleached roofs of Baghdad.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/250398/</link>
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			<title>The Baobab Tree</title>
			<description>The stone whistled, leaves twitched, dust puffed in sunlight. A dead bird struck the ground.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/242924/</link>
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			<title>Lunch At Penzima's</title>
			<description>The dunes of the Sahara cast sand across the white, sun-blasted streets of Bamako, Mali.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/242923/</link>
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			<title>Demons</title>
			<description>Quiet swishes rose above the sound of wind-stirred brush. Arrows jutted from the man's neck. 
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/242921/</link>
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			<title>Cowboy</title>
			<description>Light struck the eagle on the carpet; its fist clutched arrows.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/242915/</link>
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			<title>The Market &amp;#2013266070; Variations</title>
			<description>The CEO looked at a thin monitor. &amp;#2013266067;James, you'd better explain these desolate condom sales in America.&amp;#2013266068;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/242914/</link>
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			<title>Her Cherry On top</title>
			<description>Whipped Cream.
Pure erotica.. good clean fun for a contest. 
please dont read it, its nothing like my other work, and the writing blows. 
:)
T
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/226005/</link>
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			<title>Woman's Work</title>
			<description>A white thunder bolt shock; anti-orgasm; and endless, wide field of crackling sparks flashed as I tumbled down a dark, roaring, jagged well.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/225870/</link>
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			<title>Double For Wonderville</title>
			<description>Movie star Jennifer Tanning pulls another scam.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/225438/</link>
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			<title>The Crossing</title>
			<description>Flash 
Creative Non Fiction</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/224678/</link>
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			<title>Our Space</title>
			<description>Flash Fiction
Wind triggered pale dust clouds in the streets of Baghdad.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/224674/</link>
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			<title>An Incantation Against Illness</title>
			<description>Magic Cinquain</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/224671/</link>
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			<title>Finishing Touch</title>
			<description>The Bishops shuffled, mute; dust spiraled above torches; silence boomed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/224670/</link>
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			<title>The Atlas Grove - The Embrace of Nox</title>
			<description>Pain like a sun flare in Tom's head, he crouched on dazzling white and yellow plants. Adrenaline charged his body. His body shone like wood. Every thrumming muscle focused his fist into Hitt's belly like a sledge.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/224637/</link>
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			<title>The Atlas Grove - The Crown of Aether</title>
			<description>She clamped the metal ascenders on the rope. Green light struck her face as her feet cleared the ground.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/224635/</link>
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			<title>Red Sermon</title>
			<description>He pumped the grenade tube dry and celebrated bedlam. The cylinders arced and dipped, tacked for ranks of smoke submerged vehicles. Ballistic cacophony of serried explosions ripped through the gloom. Police cruisers tumbled and flipped, flame-whipped, hoo</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/224634/</link>
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			<title>The Wonderville Stumble</title>
			<description>'Jesus. You look like-- Athena. You look like you throw lightning bolts.'</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/224632/</link>
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			<title>Oliver</title>
			<description>Oliver floated, primed, sharp.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/224629/</link>
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			<title>The End of Games - The Water Note</title>
			<description>Energy delivered from stars guarded my form.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Boonrassi/213567/</link>
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