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			<title>The Burning Witch</title>
			<description> &quot;So you&amp;rsquo;re not offended by this,&amp;rdquo; said the imperial mage to his female colleague as they oversaw a village burn a witch at the stake. &quot;No that woman ate who knows how many children for who knows ho</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3127070/</link>
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			<title>The Ashes of Demons</title>
			<description>The savior of these strange lands spotted the message: Run, they're going to betray you next.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3126492/</link>
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			<title>Shatter</title>
			<description>When Zira looked into the mirror, eyes full of war stared back at her, head full of truth and reality a violent dance.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3126082/</link>
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			<title>Burning</title>
			<description>She opens the door, hugs her wife, and they run from the burning house, hand in hand. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3122622/</link>
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			<title>Purest Intentions</title>
			<description>She dropped to her knees, heavy with the weight of what she had done crushing her to pieces. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3122621/</link>
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			<title>Trading Skins</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Time to go home,&amp;rdquo; it purred. With one last glance at the cocoon, she stepped forward. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3122620/</link>
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			<title>Dandelions</title>
			<description>Just for a moment, she really did believe that magic was real. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3122619/</link>
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			<title>To Pieces</title>
			<description>What happens when you release what has been bottled up for so long?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3122617/</link>
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			<title>Kiss the Demonness </title>
			<description>Sapphine's secret is revealed to her partner. Will she be able to accept the truth?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3122616/</link>
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			<title>Ghosts of The Assassin </title>
			<description>Terri was no fool. She picked up the faint traces of gunpowder and blood. Terri bit her lip, holding back everything she wanted to say.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3122615/</link>
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			<title>Surrender to the Demon Queen</title>
			<description>Anthony gripped the hilt of his sword as he trudged through the stench of sulfur and decay.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3122614/</link>
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			<title>A Wild Craving</title>
			<description>A little monster romance flash fiction</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3122613/</link>
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			<title>Time Is the Best Drug</title>
			<description>If you had the chance to take an anti-aging drug, would you? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3122612/</link>
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			<title>The Melody of Hunger</title>
			<description>Magic can have unforeseen consequences </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3122584/</link>
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			<title>Smoke at the Edge of the Tower- A Fragment</title>
			<description>When Karla broke into the esteemed dragon wizard&amp;rsquo;s tower, she thought she would find more interesting books.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3121539/</link>
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			<title>Predators Make the Best Meals</title>
			<description>He moved through the darkness to watch his victim, and beneath the stale hot air, she prowled.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3121342/</link>
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			<title>Cry of The Wild Dark</title>
			<description>Miriam&amp;rsquo;s eyes narrowed as her gaze dragged over to the direction of a crackling fire. Her name was whispered among the darkness again. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3121092/</link>
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			<title>A Lesson in Fresh Starts</title>
			<description>&quot;After ten thousand years I rise again to destroy the kingdom of...&quot;

&quot;It's gone.&quot;

&quot;I beg your pardon?&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3120728/</link>
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			<title>Tired Hands </title>
			<description>Stefanie swung her broadsword. Her arms were sore, her body aching. Her one opponent stood between she and the king&amp;rsquo;s hand and a way to support her family through marriage to said king.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3120642/</link>
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			<title>Work Mishaps</title>
			<description> &quot;Cosmic tech support here, what's your problem?&quot; &quot;I'm a genie, my client just made the wish to change all electrons into positrons and now my universe bluescreen-ed itself, how do I even fix that?&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3120527/</link>
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			<title>We Fight Tomorrow</title>
			<description>Her eyes tightened, her jaw clenched.&amp;rdquo;I cannot go home until I see you dead.&amp;rdquo;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3120260/</link>
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			<title>Aira's Escape</title>
			<description>The things people do to get out of a bad situation</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3120134/</link>
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			<title>Smoke at the Edge of the Tower</title>
			<description>Myenxas grabbed Karla&amp;rsquo;s wrist, and she struggled. His nostrils flared, long trails of smoke stopping at the princess&amp;rsquo;s stomach. He growled. &amp;ldquo;What are you doing?&amp;rdquo;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3120130/</link>
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			<title>Midnight Synergy</title>
			<description>When a midnight crime binds the school&amp;rsquo;s golden girl to the shy freshman she&amp;rsquo;s never noticed, the two unlikely partners in mischief discover some things that will change their world forever</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3120005/</link>
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			<title>Hollowborn: A Curse Wrapped in Skin</title>
			<description>Good. I won&amp;rsquo;t stop haunting you until you and this whole goddamn institution pays.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3119908/</link>
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			<title>Saltwater Devotion</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t do this,&amp;rdquo; she muttered to herself as the vortex ripped through sail and sky. I don&amp;rsquo;t want to hurt you, even after everything, she thought as she clutched clumps of her curly hair.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3119826/</link>
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			<title>A Divine Order</title>
			<description>Chalise pulled out the holy gun, and she aimed it at God.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3119825/</link>
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			<title>She's In Love With Darkness</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Who said they were threats?&amp;rdquo; The glow of dark magic clouded her eyes, ready to turn those threats into promise. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3119822/</link>
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			<title>The Art of Talking Down Beasts</title>
			<description>Wesley swatted the air. &amp;ldquo;Someday, talking won&amp;rsquo;t save you. And when that day comes, don&amp;rsquo;t come crying to me.&amp;rdquo;

&amp;ldquo;No need,&amp;rdquo; she said. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;d hate to owe you anything.&amp;rdquo;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/3119821/</link>
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			<title>Burst</title>
			<description>Singing with her is like taking communion;I drink her voice with my ears until I am full;my shoulders unfurl like a bird;I am reminded the sacrifice of every minute-every bead of sweat;my cheeks are wet; they are a desertgraced with a summer storm;drowning me with awe and wonderfor this place that's..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/2854898/</link>
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			<title>Don't Open That Door</title>
			<description>When Anaya's mother dies, she must go home to console her grieving family, except her family is not home. And her home is not as she remembered. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/2846355/</link>
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			<title>A Trip in The Dark</title>
			<description>And that&amp;rsquo;s when I knew I needed to see a doctor. My muscles coil into padlocks until my body steels into a safe curled up on the floor. A horror slideshow streams through my head. Ghosts of what should-have-been and could-have-been moan through the halls. What-ifs sink their teeth into thought..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/2844930/</link>
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			<title>A Love Story</title>
			<description>a love drabble</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KCommoner/2843241/</link>
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