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		<description>The original writings of author Sam Baxter</description>
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			<title>Hannibal Spartacus: The Forging of a Legend</title>
			<description>An epic poem of destruction, betrayal and war. Set two thousand years into the future, the Romanian Empire spans the stars. But their worst war has come, as a slave now leads an army to freedom. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1359877/</link>
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			<title>Broken Lands for Broken Men</title>
			<description>Broken soldiers lie on the broken ground where millions before them have died upon. One skirmish among billions.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1235548/</link>
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			<title>The God of Death</title>
			<description>To the North of the Southern Kingdoms lies the Valley of Sand, the only place to separate the South from the Northern Empire and the Guardians of these Sands are trained for death. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234536/</link>
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			<title>Forget</title>
			<description>I am left with nothing but the clothes on my back and some few possessions in the middle of a jungle. I know nothing but the present, I remember nothing but the jungle. Nothing but a calming man.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234503/</link>
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			<title>The fields</title>
			<description>When everything has been taken away what is a man to do but to sit down and die? But we cannot do that, for we are soldiers. They have taken everything away from us and turned us into trained animals.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234501/</link>
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			<title>Hunters 219</title>
			<description>When you are chosen to be in the Hunter Regiments, you make a pledge to always exterminate the enemy, even if it costs you everything. If you fail these vows, your life will be forfeit. My last stand.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234498/</link>
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			<title>Blood&amp;Silver Book 2: A Fallen Hero Part 1</title>
			<description>A Fallen hero is what is I can describe myself the best.
I used to be the greatest warrior in the Legion. An inspiration among soldiers and a dread to the foes. Now I fight one last war.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234496/</link>
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			<title>Tenebris Ultores Book 3: A Band of Brothers</title>
			<description>An entire Legion has fallen under the command of the Fallen Librarian Laos and the Tenebris Ultores have been deployed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234494/</link>
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			<title>Tenebris Ultores Chapter 2: Fallen Heroes</title>
			<description>The Fallen have been hunted and now their final stand begins among the Ashes of Molov.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234492/</link>
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			<title>Tenebris Ultores Book 1: Hidden Depths</title>
			<description>Out of the fires of war, the Dark Angel Space Marines and an Imperial Guard regiment have formed an alliance in blood to hunt and kill these traitors once and for all. This is Warhammer 40,000.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234490/</link>
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			<title>Blood&amp;Silver Part 1: Walking Chaos</title>
			<description>The Planets name is Exodus. And once a rotation, the hardest of them sign up. Hundreds of groups or individuals sign up for the competition, only one comes out. Three rounds. No Rules. To win freedom.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234486/</link>
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			<title>Enemy of the State</title>
			<description>Winter 1944. A few men escape from the Malmedy Massacre and run from the NAZI's. On the run, suffering the cold and trying to find allied lines, the soldiers stumble upon a NAZI secret...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234484/</link>
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			<title>An Unusual Encounter</title>
			<description>Daily Jobs and Daily snobs. Dealing with work and life, a man has to grab a cold one every now and again. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234482/</link>
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			<title>Final Days</title>
			<description>It is war. NATO has declared the colonies to be UNFIT of Romanian Rule and has declared War on Hannibal Spartacus and his small band of Freedom Fighters. Now the fight has landed on Earth.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234479/</link>
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			<title>Joans Maid</title>
			<description>It is 1429 and France is on breaking point against the Burgundians and the British during the Hundred Year War. Out of the rubble of the once great monarchy rises a maid of 17, Joan of Arc.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234476/</link>
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			<title>Suicide (excerpt)</title>
			<description>A team of highly trained army forces are told to hunt and kill. This is their story. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234473/</link>
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			<title>Last Words</title>
			<description>The first poem I ever wrote down was this one. 8 Years ago, this is what I still remember as my first idea that sparked many a narrative.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234470/</link>
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			<title>Courage Honour Duty</title>
			<description>A thought in the mind, sparks the hand, which sparks the pen. A thought, an action, an idea, can change the course of history. But only through Courage, Honor and Duty can they ever hope to achieve it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234468/</link>
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			<title>The Poems of War (Abridged version for competition</title>
			<description>This is a small collections of poems about the taste of the life of a soldier. It includes many different forms of Poetry. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1234465/</link>
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			<title>The Poems of War</title>
			<description>This is a small collection of Poems written by me about the War and mainly about World War 1. The main theme of this is the human mind and the affects war has on it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/1232365/</link>
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			<title>Something to think about</title>
			<description>Think about what this poem means to u, and dont think big, think small.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baxter123/733624/</link>
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