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		<description>The original writings of author Corvus</description>
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			<title>The Death of Peasant </title>
			<description>	Sweat pours down each leg as the heat soaks into the leather vest &amp;nbsp;the man was wearing. The steel turning his simple cap and a fireplace, if it was not for the leather between his head and the steel. Each step felt as if his leg was going to snap as the nobles commanding the army had not their..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1829521/</link>
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			<title>The Priest</title>
			<description>	For a day, I waited in my cold dark&amp;nbsp;cell, waiting, thinking. I wonder if the Emperor&amp;nbsp;will keep his word, is that the final test, will I just be executed&amp;nbsp;now. I grow sick almost every time I look to my hands, as I can still feel as if blood was slowly dripping onto them. I keep thinki..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1781368/</link>
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			<title>Death by the Blade</title>
			<description>	&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Humans are greedy creatures they will do anything to survive, these words were a scar on my soul, cut so deeply I can never forget these words that my mother spoke to me after my dad. For some reason,&amp;nbsp;I remember these words now, on a steel platform&amp;nbsp;with lights&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1780602/</link>
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			<title>The Task </title>
			<description>	I feel to my knees, sweat pouring down my face. I felt a small prick in my neck and I&amp;nbsp;slap my neck thinking it was just some kind of bug. Yet a fog seems to come over my mind, and&amp;nbsp;then I watch as Mendax also falls to the ground. Black fills my mind, why the hell does this keep happening.&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1780515/</link>
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			<title>Flashbacks</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;	Pain filled my gut, as my eyes flew open and two of the black guards stood there, hands on my arms pulling me up. They pulled me through the metal hallways, pass closed cells. Men reached out in pitiful agony&amp;nbsp;try to grab my shirt . Their skin covered in wounds oozing&amp;nbsp;green pus, dark..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1778443/</link>
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			<title>Memorys</title>
			<description>	&quot;So what is a tan a*****e like you doing in Kriegen space,&quot; He almost&amp;nbsp;Immediately asked me as soon as the other went to sleep, almost like blackmail it seemed he wanted to pick apart my brain.&quot;I prefer not to say.&quot;&quot;Come on are you going&amp;nbsp;to hide it from me, I can understand the others but ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1775601/</link>
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			<title>Training </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I found myself being blinking in and out of conciseness as I am pulled through&amp;nbsp;metal halls, a figure always&amp;nbsp;following. The darkness came in and out as it felt as if death itself&amp;nbsp;has come to take me to hell for my sins. Yet finally the light came through and I could stand. The&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1775105/</link>
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			<title>The Mending </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; As I turn the two guards stand to wait for me, and I see Amorin behind the desk move out of the back and walk over to me. I feel her pull on the arm, which I think she just broke and, Oh my god it hurts. It almost feels as if my flesh was sheared&amp;nbsp;off as she jolted me back to my feet. Sti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1774117/</link>
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			<title>Indoctrination</title>
			<description>Done</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1772044/</link>
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			<title>The Crimson Curse</title>
			<description>	&quot;The terrible curse of my people, this&amp;nbsp;Sanguinis Furor is a gene which plagues my people. A disease which we cannot cure with a vaccine, but yet it is in every one of my people.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I don't&amp;nbsp;get it how could a gene can be that bad, what does it do, and what do I have to do with it?&quot;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1771973/</link>
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			<title>Surprised Meeting</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; A jab caused my eyes to spring open. I feel that I'm&amp;nbsp;no longer in the moist dirt of area. Two short men stand In front&amp;nbsp;of me in full armor. The two men in front&amp;nbsp;of me watching my every move&amp;nbsp;as I get off the bed slowly. They point at a door. I feel threatened&amp;nbsp;as one of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1770802/</link>
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			<title>The Hunt</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A blinding light awakens me and my body feels as stiff as that one night in college. I try to sit up but it appears&amp;nbsp;some f**k tied me down, just like college. I try to look around me to see what's going&amp;nbsp;on only to see that I'm&amp;nbsp;once again being raised into the hellhole. The sky a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1767360/</link>
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			<title>The Dark</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I find myself in hell, forced to kill and bleed in the name of monsters. The only company in my room is Misery. Its voices rings through my head, as the image of the man's face claw their way through&amp;nbsp;my sleep. Blood running from his mouth. The only light in this room they give me is a pai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1766677/</link>
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			<title>The First Duel</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I barely remember what happened. I saw my leg being drenched in blood and everything almost went black until the girl came back with people who helped with the wound. Half way through the process everything went black. I awoke with the sword guy right next to the place where I was. I heard som..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1763572/</link>
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			<title>The Ship</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A voice rings out in my head constantly,&amp;uml;This one seems good and alive.&amp;uml; What does that mean? Where am I? A shock goes through my body as I'm jolted back to life. A face appears before mine. A white skinned face with almost red eyes, but almost a head smaller than me.&amp;uml;Awake now are..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1762162/</link>
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			<title>Defence</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I have heard tales of them, the Kriegens. Even though my grandfather fought in the Core Worlds Conflict he would tell me anything about the enemy he faced. Every time I would ask him about them he would just look down and tears would start falling and repeating the word I had too. Even when I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1759210/</link>
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			<title>Camp Hominis</title>
			<description> Military life, all I have to say</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pawpower2002/1756055/</link>
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			<title>In the Ravens Nest</title>
			<description>A soldier of the UNFA is captured and has to face a race struggling to hold on to their very humanity.</description>
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