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		<title>Enemy</title>
		<link>http://wingedsyn.wordpress.com/2011/03/03/enemy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2011 21:39:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Gods, he was strong. The hand clenched around her throat was making it difficult to think, choking her to death as surely as the wind rustled through the leaves in the building storm. Her dress whipped around her legs, suspended three feet above the ground as that iron hold left her dangling helplessly. She gasped, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&amp;blog=701259&amp;post=327&amp;subd=wingedsyn&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Taste</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Mar 2011 05:51:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was all part of the job. Warm body, soft mouth, firm hands&#8230; All part of the job. The night was frigid for late spring, leaving her cold even as she pulled her fleece-lined coat closer around her shoulders and wished that home were closer than the two blocks she still had to walk. She had [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&amp;blog=701259&amp;post=324&amp;subd=wingedsyn&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>String</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2011 06:18:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The house was old, perhaps twice as ancient as the woman who lived there. It stood precariously on a hill in full sight of miles of farmland and forest, the tallest peak in four counties with no other house in sight, balancing in a plateau of land barely wide enough to span beneath half the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&amp;blog=701259&amp;post=322&amp;subd=wingedsyn&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sunset</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2011 23:24:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The sunset was a golden halo at her back, blackening the surrounding city as though the walls had been covered in a fine soot and it was only the radiance of such a woman that could brighten a dismal place. In reality, the white marble walls were more brilliant than the blue silk dress with [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&amp;blog=701259&amp;post=319&amp;subd=wingedsyn&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Traffic</title>
		<link>http://wingedsyn.wordpress.com/2011/02/14/traffic/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2011 03:31:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;She&#8217;s not like you, Takeru,&#8221; he drawled, sharp eyes gazing out amidst a deceptively casual stance. He was leaning against a brick wall in one of the narrow city alleys, eyes fixed across the void flowing with human and mechanical traffic alike. She was like a beacon amidst the masses. &#8220;She&#8217;ll fade away eventually, even [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&amp;blog=701259&amp;post=313&amp;subd=wingedsyn&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Belief</title>
		<link>http://wingedsyn.wordpress.com/2011/02/11/belief/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2011 03:32:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She is stronger than him. Not in will, or character, or conviction. Not in heart, nor determination. Her legs carry her no less quickly, her eyes see no more sharply, her ears hear as fairly. It is in belief that she outmatches him: belief that a feeling so strong it can move hands and minds and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&amp;blog=701259&amp;post=311&amp;subd=wingedsyn&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Benign</title>
		<link>http://wingedsyn.wordpress.com/2011/02/06/benign/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2011 03:33:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ten years was a long time to be Bound to one person, but he had always thought it made them stronger. They moved seamlessly, anticipating thought and word, sensing danger a mile apart. They no longer needed to speak to know what the other needed, magic and power flowing as seamlessly as though they were one [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&amp;blog=701259&amp;post=307&amp;subd=wingedsyn&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sushi</title>
		<link>http://wingedsyn.wordpress.com/2011/02/02/sushi/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 20:02:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Raw fish is not my thing.&#8221; &#8220;It&#8217;s sushi, there&#8217;s a difference.&#8221; &#8220;To you, maybe.&#8221; She eyed the bite-sized circles of nori and rice, the pink of the tuna glaring back at her in defiance. He had ordered while she was in the bathroom and now the little uncooked seacreatures were looking back at her like [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&amp;blog=701259&amp;post=303&amp;subd=wingedsyn&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Cheeky</title>
		<link>http://wingedsyn.wordpress.com/2011/01/30/cheeky/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2011 06:31:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kit was not impressed. Then again, Kit was never impressed by much, especially people who thought highly of themselves. He was middle-aged and just barely graying at the temples, dark hair swept back in a rakish style reminiscent of younger men and dressed in clothes that did nothing to hide the fact that his greater [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&amp;blog=701259&amp;post=301&amp;subd=wingedsyn&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sneer</title>
		<link>http://wingedsyn.wordpress.com/2011/01/27/sneer/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2011 06:27:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She was everything that gentlemen tried to avoid: opinionated, loud, harsh, crude, and unkempt. She lived on her own without father or husband, used vulgar words. She dared to wear men&#8217;s trousers. He had once witnessed her deliberately strip down to her delicates and go swimming in the river amidst the din of the city. Women would [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=wingedsyn.wordpress.com&amp;blog=701259&amp;post=296&amp;subd=wingedsyn&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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