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		<title>Knight in Armor | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Knight in Armor</description>
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			<title>The Invalidity of Homophobia</title>
			<description>A counterargument against some of the more popular arguments against homosexuality</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/1131129/</link>
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			<title>Contraceptives and Catholics</title>
			<description>Why the Catholic Church should reconsider their stance on contraceptives</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/1131128/</link>
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			<title>Nausea</title>
			<description>Just some stuff about nausea. Some parts of it are based on my life, and some parts are complete bullshit. See if you can guess which bits are which.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/1056748/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>	Almost anyone else would have long since revealed their talent, but Luna spoke so infrequently that she hadn't ever said anything. A good dancer must reflect what their audience desires, and Luna was the best. She always reflected those around her, even in conversation. Because no one else ever com..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/1014150/</link>
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			<title>A Plea</title>
			<description>	My hands shook slightly as I adjusted the microphone in front of the committee and smoothed the papers of my speech. I felt vaguely nauseous&amp;nbsp;as I remembered that my life story would&amp;nbsp;affect the entire state, but I forced myself to stand still. I nervously cleared my throat, then said, &quot;Lad..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/1014011/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>	It wasn't until the summer before she would turn fifteen that Luna suddenly realized how different she truly was. She knew she was the most beautiful girl in the school. With her delicate features framed by gleaming black hair, glimmering brown eyes shining out against clear, dark skin, and a dance..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/965012/</link>
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			<title>Luminous Souls</title>
			<description>Luna realizes terrifying truths of her world.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/965010/</link>
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			<title>Poetic Justice</title>
			<description>Right on a lake&amp;nbsp;was a bloke who wasScared of people who are different.This is a tale of his hatred forAny one else who is gay or hurt,Down on their luck, or&amp;nbsp;wants help with stuff.Screaming and shrieking, he scares all whoDare come around his home. He was at-Tacked by bears an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/958512/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>	Steven Walter woke up a full hour earlier than normal Monday morning. He knew he couldn't be late for work again. If he was, his boss had already told him he would be fired. Steve really didn't want to be fired. He wasn't sure how much he really liked stuffing the envelopes at GenBio, but he was go..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/953046/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>	About an hour later, everyone finally showed up. The five vehicles pulling through the wrought iron gates in front of my house made quite a parade. First, Donny pulled in driving his old '92 Kia, then Tom pulled with Sarah sitting in next to him in their Nissan, then Greg in his '87 Bronco with Joh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/952399/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>	I slid in and out of dreams of fantastical landscapes with black skies and pale ground. After around an hour, I gave up on my not at all restful rest, and decided to check on Zahara. My feet were silent on the plush carpet as I padded down the hall to her room. I gently knocked on the&amp;nbsp;mahogany..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/949003/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>	As I drove, I called myself every synonym I knew for stupid.&amp;nbsp;I couldn't imagine what had possessed me to suggest Zahara stay with me. Well, actually, I could as I listened to her chatter happily about how&amp;nbsp;thrilled she was to not have to see John now.	&quot;You wouldn't believe how annoying h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/948513/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>	The Man Cave wasn't a cave, and it wasn't solely occupied by men either. Everyone except for me from my old group in high school was in college now, and all eight of them had decided to cram into an incredibly tiny three bedroom apartment. Originally, just Sarah and her boyfriend, Tom, decided to g..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/948501/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>	I didn't start out rich. My whole family started out solidly middle class. However, when I was 14 and in eighth grade, my parents made a few fascinating discoveries, or so the scientific world claimed.	My parents were both high school science teachers when they met 23 years ago. My dad, Steven, tau..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/948489/</link>
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			<title>Family Night</title>
			<description>A young man discovers his parents' shocking secrets.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/948483/</link>
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			<title>Adoration of Sleep</title>
			<description>Just a poem for my dearest love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/822137/</link>
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			<title>Mine.</title>
			<description>A stream-of-consciousness piece about sexuality</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/820203/</link>
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			<title>The Pathos of Epiphany</title>
			<description>A memoir of when my church split</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/819405/</link>
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			<title>Crawling into Myself</title>
			<description>Once upon a time, there was a brilliant princess named T. She was also quite beautiful, but she would rather be known for her brightness.&amp;nbsp; When T was very young, creativity and intelligence radiated from her even in her games. When she played with her dolls, she would create an entire story, co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/810683/</link>
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			<title>Zoltin, Bringer of Life</title>
			<description>It's an attempt at a Magyar epic hero.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/810682/</link>
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			<title>The Art of Nature, or the Nature of Art</title>
			<description>For hate we laugh, for love we cry,For we are the students of Westerberg High!Our brick lined walls have seen a million tragediesBecause we are our own worst enemies.Pathetically we shudder and huddle alone in the dark.Flip the switch and you&amp;rsquo;ll learn our bite is worse than our bark...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShiningKnight/807454/</link>
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