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		<title>Nim</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 09:57:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He was trapped, tricked into putting on the necklace that now bound his powers of magic. He cursed himself for being outwitted and raged against the constraints of the amulet. He had been so careful to make them believe he was doing what they wanted and trying to get them instead to do what Nim [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluewolfie.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2310824&amp;post=110&amp;subd=bluewolfie&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Wolf Calls 3</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 19:42:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emmy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I thought I would wander for a while and then give up and go home. Instead I followed the same pull that made me pack and headed along a deer track for a while. That lead me to a clearing, where I headed deeper into the forest, still being drawn towards something&#8230; I wasn&#8217;t worried, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluewolfie.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2310824&amp;post=90&amp;subd=bluewolfie&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Wolf Calls Part 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 15:35:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emmy</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://bluewolfie.wordpress.com/?p=59</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The bath is warm and relaxing. My skin glows from the heat of the water. I&#8217;ve always liked a scoulding hot bath. Sometimes I imagine having a dip into that cool clear lake of my dreams, and despite looking for it on many an afternoon&#8217;s walk and having asked locals and looking at maps, I&#8217;ve [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluewolfie.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2310824&amp;post=59&amp;subd=bluewolfie&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Love Hurts</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 09:44:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emmy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tara cried into her pillow, the feelings of despair and sadness welled up inside of her. She wanted to be alone, and yet she wanted to be with him. She cried harder as her mind tried to make sense of it all. &#8220;How can love hurt so much?&#8221; The tears were beginning to smudge her [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluewolfie.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2310824&amp;post=25&amp;subd=bluewolfie&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Missing Mummy</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 09:37:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emmy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The house seemed empty without her. Karl sat on the sofa, thinking of his wife, watching T.V. Their six year old son sat on the carpet, not really watching Bugs Bunny. Jason rose and went over to his dad. &#8216;I miss mummy&#8217; Jason confided in Karl, his father. &#8216;I know, I do too,&#8217; Karl said [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluewolfie.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2310824&amp;post=5&amp;subd=bluewolfie&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Fairy tale</title>
		<link>http://bluewolfie.wordpress.com/2008/07/22/fairy-tale/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 09:41:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emmy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Once upon a time there lived a great big blue dragon, who would soar the skies every morning, afternoon and evening but as soon as the sun began to set he would make his way hastily towards his home, this being a cave with a little nest of sapphires. Now one morning this great big [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluewolfie.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2310824&amp;post=51&amp;subd=bluewolfie&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Artificial Love</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 08:34:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emmy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I do not remember dieing, I remember the pain though.  It is a dream kind of pain. I cannot feel it, but I know it exists. It is abstract to me now, like so many things. I am dead, so my husband tells me, but living forever in his computers. I remember agreeing to being [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluewolfie.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2310824&amp;post=48&amp;subd=bluewolfie&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Life of One Man</title>
		<link>http://bluewolfie.wordpress.com/2008/06/20/life-of-one-man/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 09:42:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emmy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ian stared in disbelief at his computer screen. Shock was clear on his teenaged face. Quickly he typed a message back. ‘y did u?’ He felt like the world had shattered around him like a broken mirror. The reply flashed up on his screen, ‘it just happened’ Ian started to feel the anger bubble up [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluewolfie.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2310824&amp;post=6&amp;subd=bluewolfie&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Twins</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 09:36:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emmy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jemma could not understand Cara at all. &#8216;Why on earth?&#8217; was Jemma&#8217;s most asked question about Cara. They were twins after all, and looked exactly the same, both had a small light brown freckle under her lip, both had the same hairstyle, both wore the same clothes. It was Cara&#8217;s attitude that Jemma had difficulty [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluewolfie.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2310824&amp;post=14&amp;subd=bluewolfie&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Beach</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 09:36:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Emmy</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sharon stopped at the bus stop, craning her neck to see round the corner for the bus. On the bus was the man she loved, and she could hardly wait to be near him again. There was a slight breeze and it whispered her hair slightly. Absently, she smoothed it, never looking away from where [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=bluewolfie.wordpress.com&amp;blog=2310824&amp;post=13&amp;subd=bluewolfie&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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