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		<description>The original writings of author Wesley D. Stein</description>
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			<title>Seven Days With The Mountain Man</title>
			<description>A lost girl is trained by a Mountain Man to stand up to her abusive stepfather.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wesstein/1859979/</link>
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			<title>Penlandria</title>
			<description>After generations of children controlling the world they made, does anyone have the courage to destroy it?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wesstein/1787365/</link>
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			<title>Civil Colors: A Prequel</title>
			<description>The gun was warm in his hands, smoke still ascending to the heavens. Behind the pulpit laid three deacons, all dead. Among the rows of pews were five dead parishioners including a woman and the body of the terrorist who had targeted them.The man had walked in through the double d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wesstein/1676280/</link>
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			<title>The Captain and The Crew Chief (A Fable)</title>
			<description>What was left of the crew worked to save as many lives as possible. It had only taken the ship two hours to go down. The few life boats were already full and the waters were teeming with floating bodies, swaddled in orange life-vests, some still harboring life, others not.&amp;nbsp;Those who had been sa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wesstein/1671650/</link>
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			<title>How to Be in the Middle of The Gun-Control Debate</title>
			<description>gFirst let me preface. I own two guns, a shotgun and a rifle. They are used for hunting animals for meat. I know this because I once harvested a trophy Whitetail that proved to be a record for Wise County, the cape and rack went to the landowner, my father in law. I took the meat. (Oak-fed Venison i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wesstein/1663152/</link>
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			<title>The Halloween Letter</title>
			<description>In 1985, on Halloween, the FBI gets a letter in the mail. Their choice they make to give creedence to the letter or ignore it will impact the world in 2015.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wesstein/1656382/</link>
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			<title>Battlecloud</title>
			<description>It all started the day I got a call from the FBI, Agent Hother was his name. Hother, like mother. I remember the name because of it's strange introduction.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Sir, my name is Agent Hother, with an 'O',&quot; he had said. &quot;Like mother.&quot;&quot;Okay,&quot; I had replied. So amusingly baffled by the fact that someon..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wesstein/1647673/</link>
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			<title>Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast (And a Note)</title>
			<description>&quot;In three years, I will kill you.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wesstein/1597741/</link>
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			<title>Arturo El Animal</title>
			<description>A 1500 word story about the murder of a Mexican immigrant by a South Texas deer hunter, through the eyes of his great grandson.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wesstein/1455735/</link>
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			<title>Three Akward Handshakes</title>
			<description>The first came in the tempered daylight of a dawn, the five bonyextensions of a wristNot bereft of a palm, a lily pad among the reedsHis eyes, infiniteI take direction from the lines in his face, pointing me downand inHe is old, so I take care not to harm him, his hands feeble an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wesstein/1444804/</link>
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			<title>Why The Boston Bombings Are Our Fault</title>
			<description>..As long as man is governed by the ego, the mind will look for problems to solve like a dog chewing a bone. It can solve crossword puzzles, organize marathons and build bombs. Not only that but, I personally think, our collective minds create all that is around us and this world is much like an ill..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wesstein/1159437/</link>
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			<title>Civil Colors</title>
			<description>	Sam sat with his legs crossed, one foot dangling off the bench, his heel thuddingagainst the wall behind him in a percussive dull boom, the origin of which noone in the room could seem to pinpoint. His shirt was blue, covered suddenly by the crossing of his arms, locked tight now across hisch..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wesstein/1065837/</link>
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			<title>With a Globe While She Sleeps</title>
			<description>I am a young-adult author, but this is proof I can write for grown-ups too.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wesstein/271463/</link>
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			<title>My Ballad of Beer</title>
			<description>I feel this poem succinctly explains who I am, in just a few lines.</description>
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