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			<title>The Speed of Night (Part 1)</title>
			<description>A young Abel thief has high hopes that his activities will go unnoticed during the harvest ball in Tir'Simmin Castle.  Unfortunately for him, he's not the only one looking to take from the rich.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/804957/</link>
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			<title>Wolf's Head</title>
			<description>A lone traveler slips through a town in the Eastern region of Notar, bringing violence with him.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/757872/</link>
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			<title>Shadows by Lamplight</title>
			<description>A young soldier adjusting to life as a civilian.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/755322/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2 (rough draft)</title>
			<description>Mark wakes up in a strange sort of place.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/446933/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2 intro</title>
			<description>Mark awakes in a bad sort of place.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/441079/</link>
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			<title>Ready to go (Ripped Away)</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Colonel's main office was in the top of the northernmost turret of Garalar fortress.  The doors were enormous constructs of polished wood and brass.  Kane approached the door with an armload of paperwork under his good arm.  He attempted to shift h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/408079/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2 Revised Bits</title>
			<description>&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&quot;Slow down Cornwell.&quot; The Captain said, &quot;We're about to cross the plains.&quot;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/406088/</link>
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			<description>&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;Kane Snaps(Excerpt from &quot;Ripped Away&quot;)&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&quot;Captain,&quot; Romeo said, &quot;There's someone here to see you.  She s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/403430/</link>
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			<title>[untitled]</title>
			<description>David StienmetzDr. Annette KuhlmannSOC 231: Crime and Criminal JusticeApril 20, 2009The Death Penalty        As of April 2008, the death penalty is currently authorized for use by thirty seven states, the federal government, and the United States Army.  Only thirteen states do not authoriz..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/402940/</link>
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			<title>Hell</title>
			<description>Hell&quot;What's it like to die, mommy?&quot; he asked, pulling the covers up under his chin.She tousled his hair.Then, words began to echo through the room, a harsh whisper at first, but building in volume.&quot;Pounding organ in your chestBeats against your coffined breastDarkness drowns, envelops, s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/397679/</link>
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			<title>Repentance</title>
			<description>Repentance(Excerpt from &quot;The Diaries of Mark Julius Kane&quot;)January 22,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's hard to describe the feeling of ending another's life; of putting a period to the end of their sentence.  The sinking in the heart, and the sick cold that spreads through y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/397678/</link>
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			<description>He could hear her weeping, a mournful pitiful sound that cut through his stoic nature and brought tears to his eyes.  She lay ahead of him on a stone slab.  A great chasm yawned before her, belching smoke, flame, and sounds of unearthly agony.  Glowing blue eyes shone from behind damp locks of black..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/396909/</link>
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			<title>(Excerpt from &quot;Exist&quot;)  Kane and Rendo, together again...</title>
			<description>A little dialogue exercise.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/392499/</link>
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			<title>I've made it.  What now?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was hardest that first year.  I had nightmares, like any vet I suppose, but they didn't all involve combat.  In some, I'd wake up and fall out of bed, scrambling across the floor in search of my rifle.  Other times I'd open my eyes and run to the ba..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/389187/</link>
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			<title>Action Sequence (Kane vs. Colonel Haven)</title>
			<description>I just wanted to pit a couple of my characters one on one.  It'll be longer, I just throught I'd post what I have.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/381603/</link>
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			<title>(Excerpt from</title>
			<description>In Surgery</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/380450/</link>
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			<title>Excerpt</title>
			<description>Mark tries to draw the pale girl.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/377703/</link>
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			<title>Nothing</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fog had rolled in with the front that morning, masking the dawn and isolating the small house on the hill.&amp;nbsp; It was a tiny residence, with two bedrooms, one bath, and a small basement constructed of limest..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/341173/</link>
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			<title>Excerpt from &quot;Ripped Away&quot;</title>
			<description>Just a random thought for later in the story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/333316/</link>
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			<title>Excerpt from </title>
			<description>Kane runs into trouble when he decides to have a drink with one of his fellow officers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/329149/</link>
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			<title>Excerpt from (Exist)</title>
			<description>Kane has been recently discharged from the infirmary, and reassigned as commander to a unit in the Notarian Army.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/323781/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>It was always awkward being the first one into Mr. Winters&amp;#2013266066; classroom.  Something about the old man just gave you a very unwelcome feeling.  Every student would agree, though none would dare say anything to him.  It wasn&amp;#2013266066;t that he was unpleasant.  Quite to the contrary, Mr. W..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/285641/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Chapter 1&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;&amp;#2013266080;Mark lay asleep in his bed, barely a sound escaping his lips as he slowly breathed in and out.  Moonlight spilled into the room from the window above him, casting rays of pale sil..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/285640/</link>
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			<title>Ripped Away</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/David-Stienmetz/285638/</link>
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