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No problem, I’ll put that order right in.” The waitress smiled at them and stepped away. Selena leaned back in her booth. No one would ever call the seats at Mary Anne’s comfortable, but at least they were padded. He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/2892900/ The tale of how Ahmed came to America http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/2889118/ Colin and Ron drove back to Kaldi’s after fruitless efforts to find more information about Nathan.  Other than what they found and what might be in the patient records, Colin didn’t suspect there was much recorded information on the life of a person who died in 1953. They could eas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/2053045/ Jane looked up at the door chime and smiled, seeing the customers coming in.  She didn’t need special powers to know what this order would be. 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Good.  There wasn’t a single other person in the shop, except Ahmed back in the office counting cash drawers, and she’d been able to get her closing duties do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/1786897/             The woods near the house I grew up in have always fascinated me.  They always struck me as so natural and primal, not like the overly manicured and manufactured feel of the parks around the area; the ones with asphalt paths running in well-measured circ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/1784903/ This one can be read as a stand-alone story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/1784890/ “So, what do you think it all means?  Alex called through the open doorway from her bedroom. “We’ll find out on the eighteenth.”  Xander called back, slipping on his shoes.  “You need to finish getting dressed or we’re going to be late.” &ldq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/1784848/ Colin pressed the Stop button on the Walkman, sighing with a mixture of relief and disappointment.  Side Two was totally blank.  No whispers in the background, no cryptic messages, just an unused side of an audio cassette.  Double checking with the audio-capture program confirmed it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/1778684/ Ron sighed and closed the book, adding it to the stack already towering precariously on the end table.  Nothing matched.  Eye symbols were ridiculously common;  religions, secret societies, sigils; everybody used eyes, but this one had that weird slant for a pupil and the strange fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/1778617/ “That just leaves you, Steve.”  Colin said, strangely eager to finally hear Steve’s tale. “Well, my ‘gift’ is a bit like Sam’s.  I guess you could call us ‘circumstantially gifted’.  It’s not something that’s part of m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/1778616/ “I’d like to begin by saying that most of you won’t believe what I have to say, and that’s okay.  I just need to tell someone.  I’ve been dealing with my ‘gift’ alone for a long time and it’s driving me mad.  Or maybe I already am.&rdqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/1778614/ “Hey, Colin!  How have you been?” “No complaints, Jane.  How’s today been?”  Colin smiled as he walked up to the counter. “Pretty busy.  Things just slowed down about an hour ago.” Jane said.  “We’ve got a lot of cleanup.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/1778606/ Silence fell all around Selena.  For a moment she felt as if she’d gone deaf, then the little girl whimpered.  The mother shushed her and clutched her tighter as they huddled in the corner. “Now, see, you be scarin’ the poor girl.  Don’t worry, Princess, this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/1778600/ Ronaldo Whispertongue laid the black velvet cloth over the table and straightened the corners.  Directly in the center he placed a glass dish with a tealight candle to heat the small iron cauldron  of purified water he set over it.  On the south side of the table, he placed a polishe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/1778597/ Colin sat in the corner of the coffee shop, looking down at the flyer in his hand, debating with himself.  He’d printed it this morning, full of resolve, but now that resolve was wavering.  What if no one came?  What if people did come and they just laughed at him?  What i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DraconicArcher/1778596/ Tap. 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