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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 04:25:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Her jaw dropped when she saw him enter the classroom: scowling, head lowered, and doing his best to slip in unnoticed as the other students filed out. Nevertheless, the dark purple bruise surrounding his eye and crawling up the left side of his nose was unmistakable as his shifted through his classmates, obviously having missed that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&blog=701259&post=184&subd=wingedsyn&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Haven Part 1</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The stairs were longer than he remembered; which was absurd because he had climbed them as a child with legs only half of what they now were. Nevertheless, he felt as though he had climbed endlessly, the stairs twisting and winding up and up and up until he was out of breath and gripping the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&blog=701259&post=181&subd=wingedsyn&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Dragon Cry</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[She watched as red flashed across the sky, the sun exploding and shrinking all at once just before it disappeared completely beneath the horizon. For an instant, the air warmed as though the pulse of light were the last remnant of life. Faintly, the dragons were singing.
She sometimes wondered how they still lifted their great [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&blog=701259&post=179&subd=wingedsyn&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Lit</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2009 02:09:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It had been a long time since she had let herself dream so far.
Watching the world in its darkness beyond her window, she felt the old calling sing through her blood and heat something deep in the pit of her chest&#8211;a part of her that had ached and pulsed since she had first severed her [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&blog=701259&post=177&subd=wingedsyn&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Ugly Duckling</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 21:25:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He strongly believed in all his life he had never seen a person dirtier or more caked in grime and waste than the small mouse of a girl that stood before him now, glowering up at him and somehow managing to make herself look more dangerous than she was. Actually, it was almost laughable, but [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&blog=701259&post=175&subd=wingedsyn&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Lost</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 23:07:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Two sides remain, and yet neither can reconcile with the other: strength versus passion. Somewhere along the way, both became entangled and inexorably separate; she gropes after both and is left with nothing. She sees this as weakness, but I never understood where it all became shattered. She was always a source of inspiration to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&blog=701259&post=174&subd=wingedsyn&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Conversation</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 02:21:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She was the type who talked at the most inappropriate times: funeral sermons, theater performances, school recitals, sex&#8230;
The sex bothered him the most.
It wasn&#8217;t just that she talked; it was that she expected conversation. Who wanted to have a conversation during sex? It was a conversation all on its own! And hell hath no fury [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&blog=701259&post=172&subd=wingedsyn&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Galileo</title>
		<link>http://wingedsyn.wordpress.com/2008/04/26/galileo/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 02:51:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If she stared at it hard and long enough, she could see the sun move, almost imperceptible.
The day had been long, and the sun on the horizon was taunting her. Half an hour until sundown. Can you make it? The summer solstice was always the most cruel of days for one who worked from dawn [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&blog=701259&post=171&subd=wingedsyn&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Bachelor</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 03:48:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Twenty years old and his joints hurt like he was eighty. What kind of man was he?
Stretching out the length of the sofa, his knees popped at intervals until fully extended, and even then they throbbed from the pain of three jobs and the early onset of arthritis. Life was not a kind thing. Sighing, he [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&blog=701259&post=169&subd=wingedsyn&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Musings</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 15:05:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are moments when the days simply meld together: one into the other, an endless stream, where it&#8217;s hard to tell when you were waking and if you slept. The mind forgets: a form of malfunction programmed into the very psyche of humanity. Maybe it is simply the passage of time &#8212; Time, an intangible [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&blog=701259&post=168&subd=wingedsyn&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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