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		<title>Kelly Catherine.  | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Kelly Catherine. </description>
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			<description>I adjusted myself to a more comfortable position on my bed. My gorgeouse- yet slightly unwanted identity missing- intruder gulped, and twiddled his thumbs. &amp;quot;Well I, uhm... I guess you could say I'm a... No that doesn't sound right. Maybe I...&amp;quot; He was fumbling with his words and I&amp;nbsp;bega..</description>
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			<description>&amp;quot;Well that's just one of the reasons. That stupid kid got in the way to, so that sort of made things worse.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Someone was in my house. They don't tell you what to actually do in these situations at school. Run, scream, call the cops. Yah right! Everyone who tries to do that in the horr..</description>
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			<title>Let's Just Hope I'm Not The Latest Plague</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;finished screaming after a good ten minutes. I&amp;nbsp;dragged my zombie body into the bathroom and stared in the mirror. Most teenage girls would be critiquing either their body, hair, or under eye circles. But for me, it was the freakish bites on my neck. Greeeeeat.&amp;quot;Uuuugh.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;I..</description>
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			<title>Screaming Into Pillows. </title>
			<description>I slept in that same spot for hours until the sun rose. Once I awoke I&amp;nbsp;felt... Strange. Well, stranger than usual. Already I&amp;nbsp;knew, nothing about last night was a dream. My window was open when it hadn't been before. I layed in the same spot as I&amp;nbsp;did when I&amp;nbsp;fell. I was wearing the..</description>
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			<title>Someone To Catch Me </title>
			<description>My heart froze. I&amp;nbsp;felt an unexpected emptiness surge through my body as I&amp;nbsp;stood there like a puppet with it's strings cut. Limp and lifeless. You would think that there were a million other purple plaid jackets in the world like this one but things were different in this case. I&amp;nbsp;didn'..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittigirl909/441217/</link>
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			<title>A Purple Plaid Jacket.</title>
			<description>Bubba kicked his legs onto a small table placed inbetween our chairs. His foot layed smack dab on top of a Readers Digest magazine. &amp;quot;Well basically like I&amp;nbsp;said, they found him in an alley way nearby the concert arena. I guess he went out just to have a good time since they found the ticket..</description>
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			<title>Depression and Sorrows in a cup.</title>
			<description>Lynn ran in squeaking as she usually does when something is out of the ordinary. Bubba looked annoyed. You could say he didn't really like getting interupted. Especially by Lynn.Lynn &amp;nbsp;schuffled in with a tray of coffees. She placed them on the nightstand table next to Codys bed and then engul..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittigirl909/440944/</link>
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			<title>Laytex Gloves And The Smell Of Death</title>
			<description>I parked at the hospital and ran inside. The elevator couldnt have been any slower ebut my feet couldnt have moved any faster.Room 316. The narrow white hallway leading to Cody's room smelled terrible. It was like laytex gloves and the smell of dare I&amp;nbsp;say it... Death. If death had a smell tha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittigirl909/430245/</link>
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			<title>Here We Go </title>
			<description>I slept peacefully in my bed. The cotton sheets hugged my body tightly but my mind wandered free. Until the phone rang. &amp;quot;Hello Ms. Panic. This is the front desk calling you for your wake up call.&amp;quot; I&amp;nbsp;rubbed my eyes and held the hotel phone on my shoulder and pressed my ear against th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittigirl909/429612/</link>
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			<title>Untitiled As Of Now</title>
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			<title>13</title>
			<description>Haha wrote this during science class.</description>
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			<title>Left Behind</title>
			<description>You left me behindTo stand on my ownYou didn't say goodbyeNo emotion was shownI'm tired of waitingFor you to come backYou left me behindNow my heart has turned blackI hope you know what you have doneYou will never see me smile againBut as I look backDid I ever have a reason to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittigirl909/371233/</link>
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			<title>Shattered</title>
			<description>See if you can find my inspiration for writing this...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittigirl909/365484/</link>
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			<title>Little Girl</title>
			<description>Little Girl&amp;nbsp;Little girl with the bows in her hair Big brown eyes and a wicked stare&amp;nbsp;She plays with her dollies like a good girl should But she cant escape from her doll house home Though she wishes that she could &amp;nbsp;The little girl sits and sips her teaHolding the te..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittigirl909/330697/</link>
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			<title>Epilogue</title>
			<description>Just a sneak peek at my new book. I promise I'll try to finish this one^^</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittigirl909/325183/</link>
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			<title>Autumns Rain</title>
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			<title>Scream</title>
			<description>Scream&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I need an escape from this dark empty place &amp;nbsp;My mind can wander freely &amp;nbsp;But my heart won't let me out &amp;nbsp;What has become of what I knew? &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You've forgotten me &amp;nbsp;Thrown me away for ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittigirl909/298153/</link>
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			<title>Don't Hurt Me</title>
			<description>Please don't hurt meI gave you my heartThinking it was safeNow I&amp;nbsp;know I&amp;nbsp;was wrong&amp;nbsp;I cry and worry all nightTrying to get my answersIt's staring me in the faceI shouldn't have trusted you&amp;nbsp;But it's to late nowWhat's done is doneI can't escape your graspSo ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittigirl909/281164/</link>
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			<title>My Angel</title>
			<description>My angel always will, look after me. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kittigirl909/254392/</link>
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			<title>Tormented Words</title>
			<description>I dont have dreams anymore. Only nightmares, and this is one of them.</description>
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