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			<title><![CDATA[ A Quiet Reprieve ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Victoria concentrated for a moment a piece of paper that was making a slow progress down the street. Seth was asleep for the day, which accounted for the silence in her mind. Last night was a rare break. That day at work a co-worker at the office had ignored the warnings and grabbed Victoria, twisting her shoulder painfully. Victoria pulled out of his reach while the asshole fell to the ground clutching his head in his hands screaming. She had left work shortly after that. Seth had greeted... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ OH Hell ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ The troops have taken to ground never a good sign! The air is thin and electric even the ocean seems tense. Street vendor's and The Kids are all gone. Is Live Oak a sleepless dream or a Snake preparing a strike. Transports and there big guns moving far to quiet for machines of that size slip by like a ghost. ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2004 11:51:56 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Unavoidable ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ How he missed the feel and smell of this kind of thing<br><br>&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp The crowd roared almost in time to the pounding music being projected from the sound system, seemingly at hundreds of miles an hour. There was intensity in the air and it was remarkable. So much energy and life in such a small place. Adrenaline pumping through the veins and hearts of so many people and they were just spectators in this spectacle of athletic prowess and insanity. Every time a maneuver was... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 11 Mar 2004 04:25:31 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Red and Gold ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Isaac extending his hearing, his ears picking up someone crunching gravel as they swiftly approached his car across the old unpaved parking lot, quickly splashing their way among the puddles left over from the mornings rain. Just as the man was about to knock on the glass, Isaac pressed a button, and the window of the large black sedan rolled down. Billy, bent down, resting his forearms on the door, his face sallow under the street lamps.<br><br>&quot;What do you have to report?&quot; Isaac... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2004 20:48:23 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ same song different verse ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Hart sank into the peace of the pool for several minutes, enjoying the stillness. Life, or unlife seemed to be settling down again. Not that she was entirely sure that the world was not ended or approaching its doom. It had always seemed to make sense to her that a true end would be insidiously subtle.<br>Surfacing, she drew in a forced breath, savoring the smell of false Spring. One of Santa Carlas usual untimely warm spells had triggered cherry blossoms, daffodils and other scented... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2004 19:03:04 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Jack on the job ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ The world is a bitter sea of remorse and despair. Everywhere there are signs of moral decay and corruption. If one were to look, truly look, they would see a planet governed by hatred, fear and ambiguity. The moral fibers of this life are coming unraveled faster than the powers that be can weave them back together..<br><br>Jack Burton drops the flyer and takes another bite of his Twinkie. The cream filling leaves a small film on his upper lip and a trail of yellow crumbs down his trench... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2004 18:24:53 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Daw. ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ It had been a hard track, this buck was beautifully intelligent it seemed. Cunning. <br><br>It had had been almost taunting Jack for most of the winter. Here in the highlands of North America, it was just him and the buck. Ten points of forest-king glory that even the wolf packs avoided picking fights with. This was the bucks territory. There was no mistaking it, that this was the power of the forest. <br><br>Call Jackson Daw a superstitious man if you liked, but there were some rules of the... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2004 22:36:40 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Sara's back darker than ever.... ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ She have looked high and low for Willard, with Orlock dead, she has had no where to turn. So she followed Steven and told her how she was fed... <br>She could not feed normally he would understand. He would turn her. He didn't, he was bound by the masqurade. She begged him to kill her then. Something in her eyes called to him. He took her to some one he knows who takes care of this. He took her some where safe. It has been almost 6 months since she had been in Santa Clara, where was every... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Demarco in Europe ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Dr. Demarco sits in Maxamillions study in Sonderborg, Denmark. Demarco had worked with him in Boston many years prior when Max was still a private eye. Six months earlier Demarco had helped Max escape the city of Santa Carla and the eminent bloodhunt that would have arisen if it werent for the Good Doctors political influence. Max had the misfortune of taking a liking to a rogue ghoul that was working for Mr. Steven Crowley and company. It was lucky for Max that Demarco does not like... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Entering the Void.... ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ *as Keiran crossed the Santa Carla city limits, he got a strange shudder going through his body. He pulled off before the fishhook and took the backstreets to his haven. As he parked his bike out front, Keiran looked up to the sky and forced himself to take a deep breath. He walked up the stairs to the front door and unlocked it. Opening the door, he noticed how dusty it was and realized just how long he'd been gone. He walked over to his trunk and opened it, noticing that he'd have to... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ Bonds above Bonds ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp It was one of those eerily romantic bayou settings swamp somewhere just out of sight, so that the sound of frogs, night birds and unidentifiable things that rustle and splash in the night was just on the edge of hearing. Branches of the largest trees on the edges of the property where dripping in Spanish moss and lingering mist. As soon as the rising ground was dry enough however, long heavy rushes, pampas grass and cattails gave way to cleanly manicured lawns and... ]]></description>

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			<author>feeds@yuku.com (Hart)</author>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2003 00:55:29 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ As the Fall from Grace spirals deeper into Darkness ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ (... The continuation) Several days passed as Arman dealt with his anguish and battled tirelessly against his beast, which stayed as close to the surface as possible. It was sheer luck that the two retainers escaped with their lives that evening. One suffered some horrible wounds, and the other a mild concussion, but they had their lives. Their screams had alerted Hart as she walked down the Hall. Hart of course had come to the rescue so to speak. Most of the Chantry, as well as the employees... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2003 21:06:57 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Nero Burning ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ This particular piece of the California coast belied the name Pacific. It was not peaceful at all, and had never been at any of the times Weed had seen it. A thin and fragile stretch of creamy sand was littered with seaweed and driftwood, and beyond that frothing surging surf crashed between staggered teeth of ragged black stone. Still, even at night, cormorants, seagulls and sea lions navigated the gauntlet of wind, water and rock to find safe havens, food and companionship. Heavy... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2003 12:40:24 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ An open invitation... ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ The opera hall is expansive, despite word-of-mouth that this would be a small gathering. The theatre, designed for acted performances, orchestra, but mostly opera, has been set apart for the Paris city Orchestra's third world tour.<br><br> The design of the theatre is based in late seventeenth century Italy, with gold lacquered pillars, intricately filigreed, reaching to the ceiling, balconies, and lush burgundy curtains. One would, if standing alone, consider the opera house haunted with... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2003 02:43:44 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ A Fall from Grace ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ It was all going to hell fast, and he was driving. The room was in complete tatters and fresh blood lay wasted, pooling around the scrawling of chalky powder in the mandala around Armans feet. The circle of Voudun magic sprinkled so carefully on the floor was to help him in his work, but now it was wrecked and scattered. Books, bowls and items of all sorts were broken and battered into the corners of the room as if expelled from the rooms center where Arman stood. The Beast, His Beast, lay... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2003 20:13:39 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Leavetakings ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ For the longest time, the only sound was a rustling of bags, broken only by the click as Yoji inspected his guns. They were busy, getting ready for the hunt in San Diego. Eric must be found, and we must have vengeance for what he did. Yoji must have vengeance. It was his fault. He was the one who let Noro in to see Orlock. He should have searched him. But he had credentials. Enough credentials that even Orlock trusted him. How could that be? There must be a traitor somewhere within the... ]]></description>

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			<author>feeds@yuku.com (Yoji Tetsuo)</author>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2003 17:14:24 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ The New girl in Town about Rose ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Rose stepped into Britiana Arms. This was nothing like Ireland. She missed the rolling hills and the smell of Heather. Dublin was the place to be, off the coast there was the school of music where she studied. She missed the attendtion she got over there. Not very many people had heard of her in the US. She didn't even have a study gig. Every once in a while she would play for her kindred but it was becoming old. They weren't really into Irish Folk. Only one understood her when she spoke... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2003 08:56:03 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ San Diego: Epilogue I ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ {Shot of Sabbat HQ in San Diego burning. A somewhat large truck pulls out of the remains of the front gate and drives off. Slow fade to black}<br><br>Someone knocked on the door.<br><br>Kendra pulled her bathrobe closer around her body and opened the door a crack...<br><br>&quot;What?&quot;<br><br>Kendra looked down and saw some random girl she'd never seen before. Looked to be in her late teens, was definately human. What the hell was she doing out at 2 in the morning, and what was with that... ]]></description>

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			<author>feeds@yuku.com (Vicious)</author>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2003 19:37:02 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Stops by his house ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ The door of Boomer's house swings open followed by a cloud of smoke. Boomer's takes a step inside. a deliriously stoned man sitting by the door is the only one to turn his head. The man sits up slightly, cocks his head to one side and says &quot;Hey, are you straight edge? Cuz if you're straight edge, Boomer said to wait upstairs.&quot;<br><br>Boomer has a moment of silence. He looks around the room and sees the eight foot tall stack of empty pizza boxes, the leather sofas that have been torn... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2003 00:24:38 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Turn of Events ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ I have not the heart to write what has happened this last month. For I have been drained of emotion as surely as my love has been drained of blood. I find it hard to follow the darkness to his bed. But I love him still and still I will tell of this month has been the hardest for us. He left I know not where, until he returned. After a week we waited for the man who stalked me to come again and that is when Willard told me where he had been.<br> He felt as if there were gaps we had not covered... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2003 23:42:27 GMT</pubDate>
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