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			<title>That Face</title>
			<description>Unmistakable.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acrossthesea/565478/</link>
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			<title>Above</title>
			<description>Lives tangle, and a lonely young woman's world topples head first into hell.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acrossthesea/472177/</link>
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			<title>A Different Kind of Angel</title>
			<description>Something like the end of the world.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acrossthesea/464711/</link>
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			<title>3</title>
			<description>That night was horrible. I lay awake for great chunks, taunted by innocent shadows turned demonic by my flickering night light. I could hear them screaming again. The voices that had kept quiet for so long. They whimpered, they yelped, they moaned, pleading frantically for my help. And above them al..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acrossthesea/443944/</link>
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			<title>2</title>
			<description>I rolled out of bed Christmas day, ecstatic. Familiar sounds and smells from the kitchen. Cued laughter from the TV. The tea pot whistling. Cinnamon hanging in the air. It was only until I bounded out of my room, eyes on the glittering tree at the end of the hall, that I stopped short, remembering..</description>
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			<title>1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I first noticed him the evening before my ninth Christmas, when Mother sent me outside to pull the garbage to the curb. He wasn&amp;rsquo;t there when I stepped out, but he was blocking my way when I tried to get in. He had dark, grimy hair, falling around his face. Longer than Mother would ha..</description>
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			<title>Snow</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/acrossthesea/443940/</link>
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			<title>Nex</title>
			<description>A coma patient flees from Death itself through nightmarish dreams.</description>
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