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			<title>A Broken Rifle</title>
			<description>Almost done... Tell me how it is so far!
I want to submit it to Writer's Ink at my school for their magazine. 
:-)   ...Still not done yet. -.-</description>
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			<title>The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets.</title>
			<description>Contest with Diana, b*****s!
Though kind of forgotten. 
Critics, go!</description>
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			<title>The Storm.</title>
			<description>Oddly enough, I got the inspiration to write this by listening to Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift, and thinking how much I want tea.</description>
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			<title>**Death By Scrabble**--Wife's perspective.</title>
			<description>Based on the story, this is my version in the wife's perspective. Because it's in the wife's perspective, it still uses the dialogue.</description>
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			<title>I'm not very good in emergencies.</title>
			<description>It was a bright and sunny Sunday. I was scheduled to go back to my mom's today. Thank Jesus. It was early afternoon, so the sun still held a high reserve in the blue sky above. I stared out the window and watched as the world passed by. In each second that went by, the thick woods that bordered the ..</description>
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