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		<description>The original writings of author Adam</description>
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			<title>Four</title>
			<description>&quot;I thought Angels were supposed to be good&quot;  There was a silence...&quot;They were...but the four horsemen found a more allowing master...Satan.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Schrei/442846/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2 (unfinished)</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; The van lurched to a halt beside a silver Lexus in the paved drive of the S.R.S hub bringing Virgil out of his deep sleep with a walrus like grunt.&amp;nbsp; He gazed around the cabin and mumbled inc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Schrei/333818/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</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; HIS BOOT LANDED IN A VISCOUS PUDDLE OF BLOOD AND HE SLIPPED CLUMSILY IN THE DARK hall, dropping his semi-automatic on the ground with a loud clutter.&amp;nbsp; Cursing below his breath he bent d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Schrei/330821/</link>
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			<title>Corpseflower</title>
			<description>He's Not a Fallen Angel, just an Angel that has fallen.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Schrei/329758/</link>
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			<title>One</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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A WEEK HAD PASSED SINCE MY ARRIVAL TO LONDON AND CONVERSATION between Aiden and I had been very slim.&amp;nbsp; I couldn&amp;rsquo;t expect anything more than that, for now..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Schrei/309800/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The pilot announced a small bit of turbulence over the intercom prompting several passengers to snort as they were pulled out of a noisy slumber to fasten their seatbelts.&amp;nbsp; I had noticed the plane shake a few times shortly after takeoff, an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Schrei/307951/</link>
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			<title>Amber</title>
			<description>When Ambrose, a young vampire, falls in love with Milla, a lycanthrope (werewolf if you will)...which goes against every regulation each species has...what becomes of them?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Schrei/307779/</link>
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