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			<title>Batting for the Other Team</title>
			<description>I was pushed through the swinging double doors and it was my face that hit them first. I was going to protest, but she seemed like the kind of woman that would only get mad if I complained. The hall was like a hospital, white, sterile, but it was dark and cold. Just like stiffs liked it. I hoped I w..</description>
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			<title>Once Upon a Time</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Mr. Rogers.&amp;rdquo; the detective said.&amp;ldquo;Uh, hi,&amp;rdquo; I said.You come up with something better standing in a lab coat, commando style with a gun pointed at you. Speaking of guns, I was getting pretty sick of having them pointed at me.&amp;ldquo;What the hell are you doing here?&amp;rdquo;..</description>
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			<title>Late for Work</title>
			<description>Phoenix flailed her arms trying to swat the spirits away. Her hands felt heavy, her legs tied down. There was a scream, it didn&amp;rsquo;t sound human, but she was too frightened to think straight. Then a ringing in her ears, maybe from being struck or hit in the head.&amp;ldquo;Leave me alone,&amp;rdquo; Ph..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kerevic/428606/</link>
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			<title>Running in the Woods</title>
			<description>Phoenix stopped running when she spotted the orange light in the distance flashing between the trunks of the giant pines. The flames danced in the night shrouded forest with a seductive beckoning that urged Phoenix forward. She came to a standstill and pressed a hand against a tree trunk as she trie..</description>
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			<title>A Prison for Dreams</title>
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			<title>Bagged and Tagged</title>
			<description>I felt like complete s**t and at that moment I had no idea why I did or where I was. It was dark, that&amp;rsquo;s for sure, and it was cold. I lifted my hand to rub my pounding head, but as I did there was something on me. I pushed up and the heavy plastic stopped and pulled at my head.The texture of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kerevic/428442/</link>
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			<title>Dying Sucks</title>
			<description>You know I really never expected to be thrown out of someone&amp;rsquo;s house because I was dying, but that&amp;rsquo;s exactly what he Chinese b*****d was doing. First he poisons me then he tosses me out, kinda bullshit.&amp;ldquo;Listen Billy, you can&amp;rsquo;t just throw me out,&amp;rdquo; I said.&amp;ldquo;Oh to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kerevic/427582/</link>
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			<title>What are Friends For?</title>
			<description>I sauntered into the run down three story apartment liked I owned it. You have to show these wizards types some backbone, or maybe that was werewolves, whatever, I just like to saunter. The place stunk of burnt grass clippings and sour milk, but the place always stunk. I&amp;rsquo;ve no clue how the old..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kerevic/426872/</link>
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			<title>Angry Guest</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Woah, woah, woah,&amp;rdquo; I hurried out in my most you got it all wrong voice.Yeah I&amp;rsquo;m a mage and a human&amp;rsquo;s holding a gun at my face and I did say humans aren&amp;rsquo;t such a bother, but a bullet in the brain is still me dead. I could&amp;rsquo;ve conjured up a little energy, but that..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kerevic/423231/</link>
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			<title>Lost &amp; Found</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Nothing ruins a day like finding a dead body on your front porch.&amp;nbsp;Yet, it&amp;rsquo;s not all bad, I mean she came over and even when she was hostile, maybe even a little bitchy, there was something sexy about the detective. Long limbed and slender in tight black pants and a white blous..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kerevic/423228/</link>
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			<title>Dead on the Doorstep</title>
			<description>An urban fantasy that is my first attempt to mess around writting in first person.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kerevic/422787/</link>
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			<title>Colonial Trouble</title>
			<description>There was a knock. Alexis woke up. Gripped by hunger, her eyes where engorged and her teeth extended. Sado, her black cat hissed a warning before scurrying onto the floor. Alexis had been dreaming of feeding and the satisfying taste of blood was lost to stark reality.&amp;quot;Alexis?&amp;quot; the male v..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kerevic/422169/</link>
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			<title>Lost &amp; Found</title>
			<description>Something I just came up with one night.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kerevic/421511/</link>
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			<title>Serial Killer</title>
			<description>Chapter Two of the Mandate of Blood</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kerevic/418096/</link>
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			<title>Hunting Accident</title>
			<description>Alexis checked her watch&amp;mdash;it was time. She counted down in her head as she slowly slid a wakazashi blade from its sheath. The weapon was free at the end of the countdown when she kicked the door and it exploded inward. Alexis, being a vampire, moved inside before the shattered door vaulted acro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kerevic/417834/</link>
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			<title>Mandate of Blood</title>
			<description>The vampire Alexis is renowned for her duties as a Hunter &amp;#2013266070; enforcer of the Mandate of Blood &amp;#2013266070; and when her fellow Hunters begin to meet untimely ends Alexis suspects there is more to their destruction than chance. When Alexis is sent to Boston, Massachus</description>
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