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		<description>The original writings of author Shela Lian</description>
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			<title>~chapter 6~</title>
			<description>-chapter 6-&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; The sun was bright and warm, the grass green and lush. It was Casandra&amp;rsquo;s and Charleen&amp;rsquo;s fifth birthday. The two girls were out in the yard playing a game of house. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shelalian/461401/</link>
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			<title>~chapter 5~</title>
			<description>&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; Mark led the way to the Den, occasionally looking back at Casandra. She was blank faced. &amp;ldquo;Casandra&amp;hellip;I know we don&amp;rsquo;t really know each other but-&amp;ldquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shelalian/461198/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One- Stonehenge's mirror</title>
			<description>    Silvery blue mist swirled around the girl&amp;#2013266066;s ankles as she walk silently across the large open field towards the large structure ahead. It was pitch black, her path lighted only by the brightness of the full moon and the stars overhead.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shelalian/261749/</link>
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			<title>A Goddesess Grudge</title>
			<description>um...none yet, just started it, I'll update this when I get more written.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shelalian/261744/</link>
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			<title>The Little Ghost Girl</title>
			<description>Stupid name for...a stupid story. I was bored when this was written &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shelalian/211196/</link>
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			<title>The Devil Made Me Do It</title>
			<description>Just a short lil story (which, funny enough, WAS my homework that WAS due on 6-6-06) But no, my teacher wasn't this mean &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shelalian/211188/</link>
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			<title>A Wal*mart Nightmare</title>
			<description>I warn anyone who reads this, this is NOT a happy story. Please don't think it is or get mad at me for it please v.v'</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shelalian/211175/</link>
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			<title>High School Drama</title>
			<description>Shela Lian is a 10th grader in high school and shes just received a dare to enter the school on a Saturday night.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shelalian/211172/</link>
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			<title>~Chapter 4~</title>
			<description>~ Chapter 4 ~&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mark looked up and laid his ears flat against his head as he let out a low warning growl. &amp;ldquo;Who&amp;rsquo;s there?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Casandra stepped out of the trees and looked at the wolf laying on the rock. &amp;ldquo;Why have you strayed from the pack litt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shelalian/211165/</link>
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			<title>~Chapter 3~</title>
			<description>~Chapter 3~&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Casandra walked along with an uncomfortable nagging in her chest. She hadn&amp;rsquo;t really been fair to Mark, and she felt horrible about it. Yet at the same time she really didn&amp;rsquo;t feel like she had any other options. She had her own agenda, and that meant no t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shelalian/211160/</link>
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			<title>~Chapter 2~</title>
			<description>~Chapter 2~&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Casandra arrived back at her apartment to find it trashed. Books and paper lay in shreds. Glass, plates an other breakable objects, shattered. Everything was ruined beyond repair. She was aware that once the landlady saw, there was no point of trying to make up excu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shelalian/210542/</link>
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			<title>~Chapter 1~</title>
			<description>~Chapter 1~&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Accent texts rarely have any real clues or answers regarding the true facts behind the century long battles between the two species. In fact, some accent historians are lead to believe that the true answers lay trapped in the depths of-&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shelalian/210541/</link>
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			<title>Casandra Laviair (no real name yet)</title>
			<description>Casandra Laviair is a werewolf, but things weren't always this way, and her twin sister, Charleen Laviair, wasn't always a vampire. Ever since an incident on their 16th birthday Casandra has attempted to devote her life to answering a question that keeps</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shelalian/210539/</link>
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