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		<title>Lives Lost In Time: Chapter 3</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Spyker brought her hands to her temples, desperately trying to gather her mental energies for another strike.  The blazing energies erupted from her forehead and slammed full against the head of her first victim.  It crumpled in slow motion, falling backward like a tree falls to crash into the packed earth below her.  Spyker switched opponents in a fraction of a second, but that was still far too long.  Her body shuddered with the impact of a crossbow bolt that slammed into her just above her left breast.  Throwing out her right hand, Spyker called up the ebony energies beneath the marksman and his next shot went wild.  ]]></description>
		<link>http://www.wordwelders.com/2010/08/26/lives-lost-in-time-part-3/</link>
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		<title>Prey In The Dark</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She cried out, a small, frightened yelp, as she heard her pursuers close behind her.  She made a desperate turn away from the sound of something crashing through the underbrush on her right.  For just a second her long auburn hair whipped across her face, the sweat-soaked strands clinging to her dry lips as they blinded her for a bare moment.  She misjudged the distance to a huge tree as she turned and twisted her ankle on the thick roots that stretched outward from it. ]]></description>
		<link>http://www.wordwelders.com/2010/08/26/prey-in-the-dark/</link>
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		<title>The Sweet Seduction of Madness</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	She shuffled slowly down the long corridor, her bare feet scuffing gently over the worn carpet. She looked neither right nor left but only down, as if to make sure the ground would not dissolve beneath her. The once-white lab coat draped over her was tattered and torn, ripped along one side and spotted with dark blotches. She paid no heed to the screams that echoed down the corridor. They were like background noise to her now; something that she never noticed, but that she was always aware of. ]]></description>
		<link>http://www.wordwelders.com/2010/08/26/the-sweet-seduction-of-madness/</link>
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		<title>Silver Wings and Chrome Kings (2nd Installment)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	I'd grown up so far down the food chain of the city that the mutated roaches thought we were a step in the wrong direction.  I sighted down the slide, checking to see that the almost imperceptible marks around the sights still lined up perfectly.  My Gramps used to talk about the old ghettos and the terrible things that happened to black people back when anybody cared what color your skin was.  Sounded like a bad movie plot to me when I was a kid.  Who cared what color you were, everyone bled red if you fucked up in the wrong part of town and it still came out black in the shadows.  ]]></description>
		<link>http://www.wordwelders.com/2010/08/20/silver-wings-and-chrome-kings-2nd-installment/</link>
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		<title>Lives Lost in Time Chapter 2</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Spyker prowled the edges of the park, slipping out the other side to slide beneath the bridge arching overhead. Her specially made boots added even more inches to her 6’6” frame, but she could walk through broken glass and never make a sound. The Skulls had hidden gathering spots throughout the city, but the area known as the Gish seemed to be a magnet for all the different kinds of weirdness scattered through other parts of the city. She knew that eventually she would turn up this “Bonebreaker” and he would tell her what she wanted to know. Everything she wanted to know.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.wordwelders.com/2010/08/20/lives-lost-in-time-chapter-2/</link>
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		<title>Finally, a good charity that does it right!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[OK folks, this one is important so listen up.&#160; I get calls all the time from &#8220;charities&#8221; soliciting money for their cause.&#160; When you ask a few questions you find out this is a front company for the &#8220;charity&#8221; and they are skimming as much as 80% to 85% of your donation to cover &#8220;administrative [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.wordwelders.com/2010/03/03/finally-a-good-charity-that-does-it-right/</link>
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		<title>Hiding From The Moon</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Breathing hard he tore through the woods, in and out he cycled cool moist night air.  Light from the silver glow of the full moon belched out upon the woodlands.  Free.  He felt free, felt as if he had not been alive in years.  Strength and power surged through him, rushing [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.wordwelders.com/2008/02/27/hiding-from-the-moon-1/</link>
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		<title>Lives Lost In Time: Chapter 1</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She was halfway to the door before her conscious mind reasserted itself and reality spun away the fibers of her nightmare. She fell to her knees, the terrible images still so real inside her head: the awful smell of the laboratory as the black flames roared hungrily through shattered glass beakers and test tubes.]]></description>
		<link>http://www.wordwelders.com/2007/10/14/lives-lost-in-time-chapter-1/</link>
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		<title>Dreams Lost In Dawn</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Desire drifts delicately o&#8217;er my cheek
Your breath like the rarest of wines
Night winds whisper across my eyes
The petals of your lips o&#8217;er mine
The stars reflected in your eyes
Your scent, your touch, the dream of you
Your skin, your voice, this dream of you

The ache never heals, never leaves me
Orchid tears trace indigo scars downward
My unsleeping eyes [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.wordwelders.com/2007/10/10/dreams-lost-in-dawn/</link>
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		<title>Darkness Dreaming Wolf</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In the darkness
Wolf dreams his wolfish dreams
In the silence
Sadness pools behind dimming eyes
In the cold
Races run long ago fill his heart
In the emptiness
He sings his songs to the silent moon
In the end
Wolf dreams of darkness dreaming Wolf
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		<link>http://www.wordwelders.com/2007/07/28/darkness-dreaming-wolf/</link>
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