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			<title>How It Started</title>
			<description>(Chapter 1)</description>
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			<title>Escaping The Darkness</title>
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			<title>Trapped Inside My Mind</title>
			<description>(Prologue)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarah04h/1037894/</link>
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			<title>The Promise</title>
			<description>When I arrived back at the houseit was pitch black. I was surrounded by the silence that I wasn&amp;rsquo;t used to.Normally I was in the presence of four men. My head was spinning and Idesperately wanted to laugh, but part of me was still sober enough to know thatthey were sleeping and I wo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarah04h/1035227/</link>
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			<title>Coin Toss - Pick a Side</title>
			<description>We sat in a quiet corner. Allanlooked at the wooden table, then at the bar, looking anywhere but me. I didn&amp;rsquo;tknow what to say, but I needed him to talk.&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s wrong?&amp;rdquo; I asked. It wasn&amp;rsquo;tthe most original question to be asked, but it was to the point, and t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarah04h/1035188/</link>
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			<title>The Gathering</title>
			<description>We entered the house to see Joe, Harryand Warren sitting round the table in the centre of the room. Warren and Harryturned their heads and looked over at us, their eyes widening and shockappearing on Warren&amp;rsquo;s face.&amp;ldquo;My goodness Lydia, sit down. Sitdown. Are you hurt?&amp;rdquo..</description>
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			<title>A Simple Day of Heroic Deeds</title>
			<description>The rope was burning my wrists.Trying to escape was obviously not working. With every careful twist to get myhands free, the rope only sunk deeper and deeper into my skin. Gritting myteeth, I decided to just to put my faith in the air and see what happened.Besides, if I did manage to bre..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarah04h/1034745/</link>
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			<title>Story of a Sidekick</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarah04h/1034743/</link>
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			<title>Fate</title>
			<description>A not so distant future where science and online dating go hand in hand and is made compulsary. Jayne, just starting to cope with her life, suddenly finds herself destined to marry James, her bully.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sarah04h/1034650/</link>
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			<title>The Start To Recovery</title>
			<description>Letters from an uknown source. After years of being bullied and falling into the emptiness, she realises she needs help. She needs a new start.</description>
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