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			<title>A Death of Her Own</title>
			<description>This is a short story of a woman who finds herself engaded with a demon. But not just any demon. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RavenDeschain/772313/</link>
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			<title>Worlds Apart</title>
			<description>A short piece of a story about a young girl who struggles to find herself in a world sshe is so unfarmilar with. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RavenDeschain/655901/</link>
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			<title>Sacred Love</title>
			<description>The moon sat high in the sky, full and brightly lit. The air was warm with a cool breeze that made the tempeture just right. A light fog began to roll in on this summer night. Cloaked in a dark robe, she removed her hood from&amp;nbsp;the locks of shimmering brown hair. Towards the fountain she walked. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RavenDeschain/654963/</link>
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			<title>The Dream </title>
			<description>Lucy picks up her ragged clothes and drinches them in the cool river water to rise them. The warm breeze whisphers to her from the treetops. The warm&amp;nbsp;sunlight feels soothing to her tired body. Picking up the rest of her laundry, she heads back down the&amp;nbsp;dirt path&amp;nbsp;to the castle.She knew..</description>
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			<title>Witches Brew</title>
			<description>I was trying to get rid of the mental blocks and just started typing. This is what I came up with. Hopefully soon I can get rid of this wall and strt writing again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RavenDeschain/654000/</link>
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			<title>Destiny with the Demon</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She stood by the window waiting for her love to come home. Desiring to see his face, touch his skin or even feel his presence, woul..</description>
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