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			<title>JUST WANTED TO SAY ~ </title>
			<description>I HAVE MISSED YOU GUYS! I can't believe I've been away from writing for a year now. Something finally snapped in me and realized I was missing half of me because I haven't wrote anything recently. I am so glad I am over this writer's block.&amp;nbsp;The problem is, why does it happen to me so often?Anyw..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1302416/</link>
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			<title>The Beasts of Willow Forest [Chapter II]</title>
			<description>Some of the men instantly began vomiting.Seven of them ran back into to town as if Monster&amp;rsquo;s wild pack of wolves were chasingthem. Mayor Edwards and the four other men who decided to stay were pulling uptheir shirts to mask the horrific smell of the decomposing animals that were before..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1138612/</link>
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			<title>Six word stories</title>
			<description>A bunch of my six word stories that I've done in a few of my writing workshops/classes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1134843/</link>
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			<title>Chapter II</title>
			<description>IGLANCE AT THE WORN CLOCK ON MY DASHBOARD AND BEGIN TO PANIC. &amp;ldquo;8:06 already!S**t! I&amp;rsquo;m going to be so late!&amp;rdquo; I scold myself. Luckily Royale&amp;rsquo;s office is a shortdrive from our apartment. As I am speeding through the city, I begin to believethat I destined to catch every ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1074347/</link>
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			<title>Chapter I</title>
			<description>	&amp;ldquo;MALLORY REESE DANIELS!YOU&amp;rsquo;RE GOING TO BE SO LATE!&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Allison screams at me.&amp;ldquo;I know!&amp;rdquo; Imumble back under my breath. It is now&amp;nbsp;7:54 am&amp;nbsp;and I really want tobe on time for my first day of my new internship. I am required to be in theoffice of the Almi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1074341/</link>
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			<title>Silver Spoons</title>
			<description>Just a little something I am working on at the moment. No idea where its path is heading.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1074339/</link>
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			<title>The Beasts of Willow Forest [Chapter I]</title>
			<description>The Beasts of WillowForest He was named a normal name but only Time knew it. The townsfolk, however,named him &quot;Monster&quot;. Maybeit was because of his girth. Wait&amp;#2013266048;&quot;that&amp;rsquo;s being too modest. It was the leftside of his face that was responsible for this name. It was decorated..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1074102/</link>
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			<title>The Scarlet Trials</title>
			<description>Hername was Scarlet, as well as her cheeks and lipsAmazontall, sapphire eyes, blonde hair hugging her hips&amp;nbsp;Beingdesired was her worst flaw, throwing away men like trashOne byone they came to her door, pronouncing their love so brash&amp;nbsp;Althoughher middle name..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1073715/</link>
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			<title>Lust is Disease</title>
			<description>Eyes dancing along the body, crimson jewels bleeding out:Lust is a disease that can drive a madman madder, spreading like forest fires.What will one do when they are unsought? Filling one's heart with another's blood like grout.A tale of a mild elimination, tragedy striking the heart's desires.&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1072609/</link>
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			<title>PROLOGUE </title>
			<description>Introduction to a new novel in the works.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1071833/</link>
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			<title>Zodiac Laws</title>
			<description>Early stages</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1071823/</link>
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			<title>Paint My Canvas</title>
			<description>Just messing around.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1071822/</link>
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			<title>A Place of Closure</title>
			<description>Wrote in memory of my brother's funeral.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1069315/</link>
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			<title>Peter</title>
			<description>Just a silly little piece I wrote for my CW class. :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1069276/</link>
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			<title>Wounded</title>
			<description>TankaWoundedCrisp morning air,screams bitter memories now.Reminding again,you and that damn yellow cab,leaving me was so easy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1069273/</link>
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			<title>If You Don't Blend In</title>
			<description>I wrote this when I was sixteen and facing the troublesome issues of high school.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1068927/</link>
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			<title>Deaf</title>
			<description>I wrote this September, 2007. It is about my brother who passed away July, 2006. Please forgive all of the critical mistakes in this piece. I wrote it while I was 16, on my front porch in speed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Libracology/1068902/</link>
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