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		<description>The original writings of author Louis Archie Dreyfus</description>
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			<title>KISS</title>
			<description>She bit her lip to stifle a shriek as a very large rodent ran across her path.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the half-light of dusk, she could clearly see the wriggling maggots that infested the bit of meat that was dangling from the rat..</description>
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			<title>AWAKENING</title>
			<description>Hewoke up with a start.Itwas dark, a palpable darkness that somehow choked out the sleepiness out of hisconsciousness. He glanced around the familiar shape of his room, the closedwindow right across from where he was lying down, on a bed crumpled and equallyfamiliar.&amp;nbsp; He knew this..</description>
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			<title>LISTS</title>
			<description>Theearthquake shook the last sliver of sleepiness that was stubbornly clinginginto my fogged nerves; a magnitude 6.9 reminder that I had to wake up and goback to the hospital and face the inevitable. Looking around me, gazing at theshaking trees outside where I blindly ran when I felt the vi..</description>
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			<title>VIA DOLOROSA</title>
			<description>*Via Dolorosa is a Catholic tradition that commemorates the agony and grief of Christ as he carried the cross until his crucifixion.</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER SIX - WHAT THEY REMEMBERED</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;So what happened to you?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp; Beatrice mumbled through the eggs that shestuffed her mouth with using her bare fingers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Theothers suddenly looked at Anrhu, the same question clearly on their faces.&amp;nbsp; He looked at each on..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER FIVE - THE MORNING AFTER</title>
			<description>Buglas: Day 494The bright ray ofsunlight woke him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Itwas hot, hotter than how he remembered the sun to be and like a beacon, aimedstraight towards his closed eyes.&amp;nbsp; Evenwithout being totally awake, he felt the knots of tens..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER FOUR - PIERCING THE STORY</title>
			<description>The door was opened, itslammed at the thin wall with a resounding thud, the frail hut shuddered as ifit too felt the fear that was suddenly a palpable feeling shared by thoseinside.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Agirl, perhaps younger than Anrhu stumbled in..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER THREE - BLOOD COMES KNOCKING</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Manananggal&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; the boy asked.&amp;nbsp; Confused at the naked fear that was slowlyturning is legs to rubber.&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;A mananaggal,a creature of the night that feeds upon the unborn children of pregnant women,&amp;rdquo;the man answered as he quickly shut the ..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER TWO - THE LADY LEFT HER SKIRT OFF</title>
			<description>Anrhu was roughlyturned. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fingersof one hand grabbed at his shirt as a bright light was aimed directly at hiseyes.&amp;nbsp; The sudden brilliance blinded him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Whoare you?&amp;r..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER ONE - DOG PISS</title>
			<description>Buglas : Day 493&amp;nbsp;The dog wasemaciated.&amp;nbsp; A few pounds of meat within loose skin, coveredwith scabs clinging to bones.&amp;nbsp; It couldhave been gray or black or brown; not really any color.&amp;nbsp; But it still moved.&amp;nbsp; Alive.It was almost an intrusion to the stillness..</description>
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			<title>PROLOGUE</title>
			<description>A miniscule dust devilswirled into existence. &amp;nbsp;Only to dissolveinto gray dust as it was trampled beneath the feet of the procession.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Therewere more than a dozen of them.&amp;nbsp; Devoutreligious set on following a ritual that was mo..</description>
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			<title>TRES</title>
			<description>He felt the trickle of something warm on his face. That made him wake up, only to find that he was in a nightmare. He knew he lost consciousness, only to be awakened in a world where his worst imagina</description>
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