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			<title>Character Development</title>
			<description>Charles Whimpton - an archaeologist who just graduated from a ? University. Unable to find a job for months after graduation, was hired for an entry level position at a local Museum for an office type work. &amp;nbsp;His dreams of travel and adventure, exploration and discovery are crushing. &amp;nbsp;At 23..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLit/1390565/</link>
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			<title>What I left behind</title>
			<description>A little boy is running towards the doors leading out of the Grand Central Train Station, with gun fire behind him.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLit/665782/</link>
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			<title>Life Flashes Before My Eyes</title>
			<description>A novel about a life of a boy/man, who finds out an unexpected truth about his family.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLit/665774/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4.  The Ghost Volcano</title>
			<description> I picked up a feather pen and touched the parchment, intending to inscribe the night ahead.&amp;nbsp; At once, the pen started moving, writing down my thoughts and the dialogs around the fire.&amp;nbsp; Only the past and the present can be written safely, I kept reminding myself..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLit/331980/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2: The Prophecy</title>
			<description>I looked out the window and in the moonlight saw the Werkshire rooftops below - the carriage was flying!&amp;nbsp; The horses were thrashing their large wings with tremendous force, moving us closer and closer to the mountain range ahead.&amp;nbsp; The coachman turned his face towards me..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLit/299381/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3: The Cryll Valley</title>
			<description>Landing on the top of the hill gave us a view of a beautiful forest beneath.&amp;nbsp; There was no snow, and the green and rose leafs were shining in the bright rising sun.&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Thank you, my friend!&amp;rdquo; said Ehram, bowing to the coachman who was about to leave.&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLit/297698/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1: The New Beginning</title>
			<description>On that memorable evening, I heard a knock.&amp;nbsp; Looking up from the manuscript and adjusting my glasses, I glanced at the clock.&amp;nbsp; It was almost 10 o&amp;rsquo;clock at night, and not the time for proper visitors.&amp;nbsp; I opened the front door, shivering in the cold winter draf..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JLit/297519/</link>
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			<title>Book: Wizards Tales</title>
			<description>A collection of wizards tales</description>
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