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			<title>Hikaru and Winter</title>
			<description>Although I could hear my alarm ringing I didn't want to get up.I knew that if I got up I would have to face the day and everything that camewith it. I rolled onto my side so I was facing my alarm clock and glared at it;stupid clock had to go and wake me up from a peaceful sleep.&amp;nbsp; My hand ..</description>
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			<title>Winter and Karu</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Winter &amp;hellip; Hello Winter is anyone in there?&amp;rdquo; I snapped out of my dazed state and looked into the sharpgreen eyes that were looking at me, full of curiosity. &amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s up Karu?&amp;rdquo;Karu has been my best friend for as long as I couldremember; I don&amp;rsquo;t..</description>
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			<title>STILL THINKING OF A TITLE </title>
			<description>I looked up at the clock that was mounted on the white brick wall to see that it was only 12:32; giving a sigh of defeat I turned back to the task at hand. Time had been passing slowly recently and it was starting to get annoying; I looked down at the paper sitting in front of me on my desk and look..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>I was never able to understand why the monsters had attacked my family. We had lived peaceful lives and never did anything to provoke them. My mother was an apprentice healer and did nothing but help the injured and the sick and my father was one of the most well known bankers in the whole of Dark R..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Monsters, that's what had killed my family. Because of them I had to move in with my uncle, he was my last living relative; I know I should feel lucky that he is still alive and willing to take me into his home. If it weren't for my uncle I would be out on the streets struggling to survive each day...</description>
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			<title>The Hunter</title>
			<description>Well this is a story I've been working on for a while.</description>
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			<title>Sebastian and Roxanne</title>
			<description>&quot;Come on Roxy, don't be a scaredy cat. All you have to do is jump and you will land safely in the water.&quot;&amp;nbsp;I stared up at my twin brother; Sebastian's black hair blew in the wind, covering his bright blue eyes.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Bastian when you suggested we do something fun I didn't realise it meant jump..</description>
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			<title>Suspended Delusions</title>
			<description>MY english assignment</description>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>I looked to my right and saw Mark standing in the place I had left him at about 30 minutes ago; I don't blame him really, this used to be our home before everything went wrong. I could remember where everything was, from the tall sky scrapers to the small book shop hidden away in the corner; I start..</description>
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