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			<title>The Lost Lighthouse</title>
			<description>It's an icy morning in the countryside and Sophia is in more trouble than she thinks. After visiting with relatives at a nearby family reunion, she finds herself in more than enough trouble.</description>
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			<title>13 Jurors</title>
			<description>Just read it;)</description>
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			<title>Discovery</title>
			<description>The broadcaster was an older man, I'd say in his 50's at least. He had just a tint of gray in his hair, kind of like a solid gray streak running along the side of his slicked back hairdo. He had one of those typical, deep announcer voices that some of us love and some of us hate. I wasn't really tha..</description>
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			<title>Search</title>
			<description>You would that in two years time we would've found some sign of other survivors, yeah, I thought just that too, but it appears we are both wrong. Tim and I had searched every single nick 'n' cranny that we could possibly find. Still nothing. All of our work turned out empty, disheartening results. I..</description>
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			<title>Recollection</title>
			<description>I remember getting outside through my back window after not finding Melissa. My hope at that point was dwindling, I was afraid. A shadow of fear had just found its way into my life, only coming now and then, but I called it off and got rid of it without a problem. I was tough, more particularly ment..</description>
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			<title>Tunnel Grove</title>
			<description>All of these thoughts were but a memory, momentary chills of wind during the eye of a storm. Parts of them were calm, collected, and relaxed; but when the true pain of them came it came in full force, unexpected and brutal. I came back to reality shortly after reminiscing about what had happenned to..</description>
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			<title>Gone</title>
			<description>They were gone. Completely. Absolutely. Gone. I wasn't entirely sure what to do, I was just in shock. You can't really describe what it feels like, but it stops you in your tracks. There's just nothing you can do, simply because you don't foresee things like this taking place. I mean, really, was I ..</description>
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			<title>Flashback</title>
			<description>I vividly remember that day, the day everything fell apart. Crumbled. I can distinctly recall the screams and cries of loved ones as they were taken away into the hopeless night. From what I know and what I've heard since, the majority of the people that were taken were slaughtered viciously without..</description>
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			<title>The Beginning</title>
			<description>At the sight of or even, in fact, the very sensing of fear or danger, 99% of people you will meet will want to run. It is irrefutable that the majority of us would flee, implying nothing but terror in our feeble attempt to escape from the brutal realities we face each day. Either as consequences of ..</description>
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			<title>CIty On A Hill</title>
			<description>Just read it. Suspense. Death. Mystery. You'll love it. It's got a little bit of everything.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mr_19/1050559/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>The Prologue to Diamond Eyes</description>
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