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		<description>The original writings of author Wolfie</description>
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			<title>Last Day: Prologue</title>
			<description>The prologue to my collection of short stories titled &quot;Last Day&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/2843199/</link>
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			<title>From the Shadows</title>
			<description>Prompt: There are living shadows but have been locked in the darkness until a lunar eclipse releases the shadows.

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/2843189/</link>
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			<title>Something Old Something New</title>
			<description>R/writingprompts
You watch from your desk at your antique shop as an old man hobbles in holding a statue that vaguely resembles you right now. He says, &amp;ldquo;I'd like to return this.&amp;rdquo; </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/1955655/</link>
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			<title>Connor</title>
			<description>Connor wasn't sure if he was prepared to encounter that which he hunted. He hunted people, usually, and the occasional deer or hog during hunting season. However, his new prey promised to be much more dangerous. It could hide in plain sight under human guise, unlike his usual prey that was clad in c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/1898100/</link>
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			<title>To All Those Who Think That They Are Better Than Me...</title>
			<description>A rant that got interesting.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/830127/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 10</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/621603/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 9</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My suit case had backpack straps on the back of it for easier carry. I swung my suit case onto my back and started for the door. I looked back for Neil and he was outside crouching on the railing of the balcony looking over his shoulder at me. I looked back toward the door t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/617824/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 8</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The feild was quiet. I sat in the middle of it with wild flowers all around me. To my right was a line of trees and a mountain range in the distance. About ten yards in front of me a&amp;nbsp;spring fed stream&amp;nbsp;flowed. The birds sang beautiful songs and the wind&amp;nbsp;smelled..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/615051/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It took all of her control for Shea to resist the undeniable urge to start jumping seats and shoving people out of the way to get off of the plane. Metal was never meant to fly in the air. Just as it was never meant to float on water. Just as Shearyn Zeklos's feet were never..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/597528/</link>
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			<title>Blood Sisters</title>
			<description>My first attempt at Romance bare with me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/597464/</link>
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			<title>The Last Day ~ Rhea &amp; Milo</title>
			<description>A day in the life of a woman from Pompeii in the Ancient Roman Empire. This story may not be completely historically accurate. Hence the &quot;historical fiction&quot; part.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/567513/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Piper and Sven rode ahead of the cart while Boe and Smithy rode behind. Alejandro sat in the bench and urged the horses on, while Reggie sat in the back of the cart checking inventory and cataloging new items. Alejandro was ecstatic at the prospect of traveling with a carniv..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/565239/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Rylanth rolled underthe arm of his opponent as they swung, swiping their feet out from under themon his way back to his feet. Tobias stumbled backward but was able to wrap hisarm around Rylanth's neck and bring him to the ground with him. Tobias hit theground with Rylanth on top of h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/507184/</link>
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			<description>Amazons. @.@</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/507164/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Piper woke feeling groggy with pains in her stomach. She sat up and looked around to find the camp already packed up and Reggie cooking something over the coals of a fire. the smell of pork and eggs made it's way to Piper's nose. &quot;Mmm. Breakfast,&quot; she said licking her lips.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/494607/</link>
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			<title>Not Every Prince Gets The Girl</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/494590/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Piper never was a &quot;proper English woman&quot;. She had a passion for the outdoors and most of her friends were tavern hopping brutes. (Not to mention she was secretly Scottish and didn't hold much respect for the English monarchy.) However, most of English society looked down on ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/493631/</link>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hoohoo, hoohoooo, HOOHOOOOOO!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The old owl called louder and louder. It wasn't long until I&amp;nbsp;was awoken by&amp;nbsp;talons digging into my muzzle and&amp;nbsp;a hard peck to the top of my head. My jaws were snapping at the moon-forsaken bird before my ey..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/481408/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After eating I gathered my things to go take a shower. As I walked to the door my Beretta called to me from the bedside table. There was a pang of fear in my gut as I debated on whether or not to take it with me. I&amp;nbsp;yanked my gun off the table and wrapped it up in the cl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/479592/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Room service delivered the roll away bed with no questions asked. They didn't complain that it was only a few hours before the a*s-crack of dawn. I&amp;nbsp;liked that, because if anyone were to complain I'm pretty positive that I'd punch them in the face. They set the rollaway ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/476628/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The room wasn't fancy. It had one queen size bed, a dresser, a tv, and a desk with an office chair sitting in front of it. There were a set of sliding glass doors that led out onto a balcony which overlooked a small part of the city and part of the hotel's parking lot. My su..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/467008/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Before walking into the hotel I&amp;nbsp;thought it best to leave my bloody and dirty clothes in the Jeep. Therefore, I&amp;nbsp;grabbed my extra change of clothes and some baby wipes out of the console and crawled into the back. The blood was hard to get off of skin with baby wipes..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/463911/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Staring straight ahead, I&amp;nbsp;walked the three miles back towards the vacant cabin rentals where I&amp;nbsp;parked my Jeep. I&amp;nbsp;always parked too far away, but usually I have the time to walk back and forth. tonight, though, I&amp;nbsp;was trying not to panic and failing miserably.&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/462978/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;After disassembling the crossbow, I packed everything back in my over-shoulder bag. Now was the time for the messy part of the job. I kind of jogged toward the body of my target. I know using &amp;ldquo;target&amp;quot; is a little insensitive but in this line of work you have to distance yourself o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/462907/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>I stood behind some shrubbery outside my target's house. Target's name: Royce Alston. Alias: James Tyban. He has several warrants for his arrest -and not all of them were in the same country-, he's the suspect of three murders in Germany and two in France not to mention other's that no one knows abo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/462713/</link>
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			<title>Bloody Jo</title>
			<description>Supernatural bounty hunter, and werewolf, Bellarai Luceanu doesn't do her job for money. She does it to get scumbags off the streets. What happens when she unknowingly helps one of those scumbags?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LupaMoon/462687/</link>
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