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		<title>-Alice Rose | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author -Alice Rose</description>
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			<title>gjk</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;MY WATER JUST BROKE!!&quot;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &quot;OH MY GOD! C'MON HURRY TO THE CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&quot;&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; ~15 hours Later~&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1204326/</link>
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			<title>By Me</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1204320/</link>
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			<title>Samantha</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;I was sitting on my sofa watching &quot;Amc's: The Walking Dead&quot; when I got a call on my cell. It was my boyfriend Devin, and he was calling to check up on me. &quot;Dude,&quot; I answered, &quot;I'm watching The Wal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1193342/</link>
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			<title>Toby</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sunday evening I was sitting alone in my room, my ipod on full volume. My parents had company downstairs, and i did not feel like getting socially involved with old people.&amp;nbsp;Or anyone, for that matter.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I started go..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1189407/</link>
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			<title>Jenna</title>
			<description>							I was home alone on a Sunday night. I had to pee in the worst way, but the bathroom was a whole twenty steps over there, and i was waaaay to lazy to even grab the remote, let alone stand up. My dog dot laid on my lap, and i instantly got dog hair all over my new sweater. I pushed her off, sai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1188946/</link>
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			<title>Teens</title>
			<description>I'm trying to write a story that can express how teens feel in their daily life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1188941/</link>
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			<title>Just a girl named Melissa</title>
			<description> sequel to &quot;Glass bottle.'' For those of you who have read my story lately, there is a woman named melissa which Hanna and Megan murdered. This is Melissas story, from the day she was born-to the end.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1176351/</link>
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			<title>Little Chrimista</title>
			<description>This is a story about a dog named Chrimista, who is unluckily paired up with bad owners. When things start to turn bad- and I mean REALLY bad- she is thrown out of her own home. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1175247/</link>
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			<title>The Opening</title>
			<description>As soon as I placed my hand on the fifth tile I was transported into this safe place underneath the linoleum floor. I kept on walking, and then I heard some voices. I could almost make out the words:&quot;Hanna...across the room...touch 5th tile...Megan.&quot;Oh my god. He was telling Hanna where I was. I bro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1164637/</link>
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			<title>My Little Days</title>
			<description>My Little days were simple,My little days were fun.My little days consisted ofendless play and sun.I wasnt ever sad,Was always filled with joy,as I searched and searched and searchedfor my favorite little toy.Something as so simple,As a book or two,reminded me of the days,that i looked into the sky-..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1164353/</link>
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			<title>Lust to Kill</title>
			<description>&quot;You must be wondering why this table is lying in front of your faces. Well it's simple. You guys are going to try to kill each other.&quot; He said. He had no emotion in his voice. His voice was cold. Just like his heart.&quot;Well what are you waiting for? Grab whatever you need and begin. Oh, a little side..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1164006/</link>
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			<title>'Till death do us apart</title>
			<description>I kept on adjusting the action that just occurred over and over. I just couldn't believe it. 2 feet away from me, my best friend's guts and blood were spread all over the floor. I had a feeling of sadness and anger. He just killed my best friend. Not a single warning was given before it happen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1163914/</link>
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			<title>The Reason we're here</title>
			<description>The gears in my brain started moving. I started shaking.&quot;S-So you're telling me, we're here....because of Melissa?&quot; I asked. I was starting to sweat. I felt as if I were about to faint.&quot;Why yes, little smart Megan, you.&quot; The mocking voice echoed.&quot;B-But I thought we burned her!!&quot; Hanna screamed. I wa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1160076/</link>
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			<title>My Haunting Past</title>
			<description>It was the summer of 2009. I had just gotten out of high school. I was 18, free-spirited, and had a kind heart.All of that changed because of one girl.Melissa Delgado.She graduated with highest honors. All she did was copy, and copy, and copy, EVERY one of my answers of the homework. And most of the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1160062/</link>
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			<title>The Quest Begins</title>
			<description>I felt someone grab my shoulder. I turned , my body stiff. Oh my god, it was only Hanna.&quot;Hanna!?!&quot; I whispered angrily. She was getting on my nerves. She was making the situation worse. Suddenly, I heard a big WHOOSH and felt something land at my feet. Suddenly, the lights started flickering. Then i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1159569/</link>
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			<title>The Glass Bottle</title>
			<description>It started when Hanna and I decided to go for a walk. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon.That's when we saw it poking out of the garbage can. It was a sparkly black bottle.We walked towards it. Hanna picked it up. The bottle read &quot;Do Not Open.&quot; I looked at her with a questioning look.&quot;Should we do it..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1158631/</link>
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			<title>The Glass Bottle</title>
			<description>2 girls named Hanna and Anne are walking one day when they spot a bottle sticking out of a garbage can. Their curious minds make the wander to it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reds777/1158624/</link>
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