<?xml version="1.0" encoding="ISO-8859-1"?>
<rss version="2.0">
	<channel>
		<title>Stephanie Cannon | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mywaywardsons</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Stephanie Cannon</description>
		<language>en-us</language>
		<copyright>Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org</copyright>
		<lastBuildDate>1776048186</lastBuildDate>
		<generator>WritersCafe.org RSS Generator</generator>
		<ttl>15</ttl>
		<item>
			<title>2 - The Murder</title>
			<description>She quickly strung her crossbow and edged around the corner. &quot;You see anything?&quot; she whispered. &quot;Clear.&quot; came the reply. &quot;Lets go.&quot; Two women darted across the doorway, glass crunching under their boots.&quot;Let's hurry up and get what we need. I don't like it here.&quot; one said&quot;Me neither. Let's split up...</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mywaywardsons/1132010/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>1 - Confessions</title>
			<description>&quot;The beer, fucktard. I said pass the f*****g beer.&quot;&quot;Shut up Baker. This s**t is barely even beer. Just tastes like piss.&quot; Baker smirked.&quot;You go out and get your own goddamn beer then Cannon. See how well that s**t goes.&quot; Cannon stared out at the bright blue Hawaiian sky and took another sip of..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mywaywardsons/1130940/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Valentines Day</title>
			<description>The world is taken over by flesh eating undead as husband and wife fight to reunite.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mywaywardsons/1130937/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>Night Terrors</title>
			<description>Amos stood on the lip of a large well, the largest he had ever seen. When he looked down, the darkness seemed to be clawing it's way up to him; to grab him and pull him down. The decision was his. Die by force or die by choice. His brain screamed at him. He wanted to step off the ledge but his body ..</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mywaywardsons/1130065/</link>
		</item>
		<item>
			<title>The Abyss</title>
			<description>&quot;Graced&quot; with abilities beyond that of a normal human due to government testing, Amos is used by the government for missions too dangerous or brutal for normal men.</description>
			<image></image>
			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mywaywardsons/1129919/</link>
		</item>
	</channel>
</rss>