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			<title>Vampires and Hunters, Oh My!</title>
			<description>I knew I dozed off, caught between the realms of consciousness and sleep.And somewhere between those realms, I dreamed.&amp;nbsp; My dreams were nothing more than garbled images of hideous and grotesque humanoid creatures with endless rows of sharp teeth stained with black blood. There was screaming, bl..</description>
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			<title>Little Green Men?</title>
			<description>After what seemed an eternity, but in reality had only been less than fifteen minutes, my father, with Felix's help, managed to calm most everyone down and secure the church.It was a false sense of security, but it was better than nothing at all.&amp;nbsp; Daddy and Felix had managed to round up about a..</description>
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			<title>Time To Make A Stand</title>
			<description>My father was normally a very laid back and peaceful man, hardly ever raising his voice and never in my lifetime rasing a hand, to anybody. That is, until you got his back up, then he became, well, like a monster, sort of a Dr. Jykle/Mr. Hyde kinda thing.&amp;nbsp; When Felix and I entered the main part..</description>
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			<title>Prayer Unheard</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I think we should go find Daddy and Zach,&quot; I said, reluctantly. &amp;nbsp; I didn't really want to go out and face my dad, or anyone else. I wanted to stay here and explore this newly declared love with Felix. But I knew that if we didn't go find h..</description>
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			<title>The Wrong Time For Love</title>
			<description>Before another thought could be formed, Felix kissed me. The kiss was like something straight out of a cheesy love scene. I gave in to the feel of his lips against mine, but only for a second. I put a hand between us and pushed him back.Now wasn't the time.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Felix...,&quot; I said, my head bowed.&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Unknown Feelings</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I woke with a start, bolting into an upright position. I had passed out.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Dad-!&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Whoa, easy there kiddo,&quot; Felix said gently as his hands grabbed my shoulders, forcing me back down.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Your dad is with your brother and the others, trying to keep everyone c..</description>
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			<title>A Distressed Radio Call</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The moment I was spotted with a fresh pot of coffee, I was mobbed by people wanting their caffeine fix. Not that any of them truly need it. They were hyped up on adrenaline and fear, they sure as hell didn't need caffeine. They were twitchy and jumpy enough already. But who ..</description>
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			<title>The Church</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; A wicked gust of wind rushed through the trees, causing their branches to slap angrily at the boarded up window. Outside it sounded more like a chorus of angry demons howling into the night rather than a strong gust of wind.I sighed heavily as I filled the coffee pot again with water and new ..</description>
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			<title>Bloody Apocalypse </title>
			<description>When a terrible horde of undead creatures is unleashed into our world, its up to Skyler and her ragtag crew of Otherworldly creatures to try and save it... or all hell is going to break loose.</description>
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