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			<title>Stormrider</title>
			<description>A storm is on the horizon</description>
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			<title>The pain of a storm. </title>
			<description>I'm writing this as a warning, to all of you who think that evil isnt real. To all of you who think darkness is just a trick of the imagination. I've seen some things, some things that will shake your reality to it's core, blur the lines of fact and fiction. Evil IS real. It walks amung us, cloaked ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThermalLeech/1018114/</link>
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			<title>Rising</title>
			<description>There was a blinding flash of light and then that was the last thing i remembered. I sat up and all i could see was nothing. Like a vast wasteland of snow and ice, yet not. I felt around with my hand and it was fluffy and soft. I couldnt believe whaf was happening, i was standing on a cloud! My head..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThermalLeech/938460/</link>
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			<title>Despiration </title>
			<description>I woke up the following morning, my heart heavy with despair and anguish. It was as if the light of my world just seemed to click off like the light in my room. For the next week i could'nt bare to get out of bed, it was as if a little cloud was hanging over me dosuing my every attempt to feel bette..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThermalLeech/937729/</link>
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			<title>Coping with the loss</title>
			<description>It seemed like forever but the paramedics finally arrived. Pulling up to the cars there wasnt a sound in the world but the beating of my own heart. The lights on the vehicles lit up the scene with periodic flashes of red and white, there colors a savior but today.. the harbringers of death. They pul..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThermalLeech/937280/</link>
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			<title>Introductions to the End.</title>
			<description>It all happened one afternoon. it seemed so so far away, the clouds had covered the sun and set the impending feeling of rain into my bones. Rain.. I hated rain. We could all feel it, something terrible was going to happen today. 2:15 the school bell rang and the horde of children poured out of the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThermalLeech/936953/</link>
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			<title>An Angel's Touch</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ThermalLeech/936940/</link>
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			<title>Darkness</title>
			<description>I knew that something was wrong the moment&amp;nbsp;I had awoken.&amp;nbsp;I opened my eyes and my body tingled all over,&amp;nbsp;I was parallel with the wooden floorboards and i watched a large trail of blood running like a river across the room.&amp;nbsp;I weakly tried to stand up but once i got to my feet I stu..</description>
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