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			<title>What you are to me</title>
			<description>Written in the few minutes while I still have time in class</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/409943/</link>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>Written about the girl of my dreams...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/405113/</link>
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			<title>The girl</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Hey, Mister.... Hey... Hey, Mister, wake up.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; I groaned and raised my eyelids slowly.&amp;nbsp; I didn't see anyone at first and looked around cautiously.&amp;nbsp; A few feet away,&amp;nbsp;I saw a small&amp;nbsp;dark girl picking through leaves and bushes.&amp;nbsp; She glanced over at me and smiled...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/405088/</link>
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			<title>Run</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;knew I&amp;nbsp;had to keep running.&amp;nbsp; What I&amp;nbsp;didn't know was what would happen if I stopped.&amp;nbsp; And I couldn't shift.&amp;nbsp; They would catch me easily.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't run on all fours with a broken wrist.&amp;nbsp; But being a monster made me fast.&amp;nbsp; And agile.&amp;nbsp; I hurdled a ri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/405086/</link>
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			<title>On the Run</title>
			<description>Don't kill me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/405081/</link>
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			<title>I'm Ready</title>
			<description>Eh.  Random.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/404643/</link>
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			<title>Fourth</title>
			<description>It felt like an outer-body experience.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't thinking.&amp;nbsp; I lifted her into my arms and ran to the bathroom with her.&amp;nbsp; I laid her slowly, gently in the tub and turned on the shower.&amp;nbsp; I moved her so the water wouldn't hit her face and carefully patted her cheeks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/396086/</link>
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			<title>Third</title>
			<description>The next morning, I woke up feeling like it was all a dream.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, the matress was still on the floor, but Luca wasn't next to me and all was silent, just like it always is.&amp;nbsp; I stood up and looked around.&amp;nbsp; No Luca anywhere.&amp;nbsp; I sighed sadly and trudged off to the kitchen to start..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/396078/</link>
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			<title>Code</title>
			<description>Written about a very dear friend.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/395572/</link>
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			<title>Second</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Luca, what is it?&amp;quot; I asked, tilting her chin so she was looking at me.&amp;nbsp; She sighed heavily.&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;I'm pregnant...&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;My heart jumped in my chest and I smiled.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Are you serious?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;She looked confused.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;You're excited?&amp;quot;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/395405/</link>
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			<title>First</title>
			<description>I glanced at her picture for the umpteenth time, burning her sensual curves and those perfect lips into my brain for all time.&amp;nbsp; She'd always said she was fat, and wore clothes that were several sizes too big for her, and it never mattered that I loved how she looked.&amp;nbsp; But the one time I go..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/395364/</link>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>(Just for the record, I'm sorry I didn't publish my last book, it didn't go well and my step-dad pointed out that it sounded a lot like a movie he saw, so I'm not going to finish it, if you don't like it suck it up)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/395357/</link>
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			<title>End it</title>
			<description>Every time you cryI feel like it's my faultEvery tearIs because of me.&amp;nbsp;I'm tired of hurting you,I'm tired of the painYour sadnessIs another dagger in my heart.&amp;nbsp;What if I ended it?Would you cry?Would you hate me?I need answers.&amp;nbsp;What do I do?You want me t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/390580/</link>
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			<title>Mini-message</title>
			<description>Just a message I keep thinking of, and I wanted to get it out of my head, so here it is.  It's about me, so if you don't care, don't read, lol.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/385358/</link>
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			<title>Tell me</title>
			<description>Posted at the suggestion of a very very good friend.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/385142/</link>
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			<title>Emotions</title>
			<description>So many emotionsBrokenTornInside me.&amp;nbsp;So many thoughtsI can't expressCan't beginTo understand.&amp;nbsp;So many tearsShed for meBurningStinging.&amp;nbsp;The voicesStop talking.I'mLonely.&amp;nbsp;Someone kill meNow.Release meOf this pain.&amp;nbsp;So many hours..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/382587/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3 (Azla's POV)</title>
			<description>Written by Brittany Marie</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/377314/</link>
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			<title>Chapte 2 (Zazriel's POV)</title>
			<description>This one was written by me.  We're alternating.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/377226/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1 (Azla's POV)</title>
			<description>Written by Brittany Marie.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/377032/</link>
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			<title>Flaming Moon</title>
			<description>Written by myself and Brittany Marie</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/377028/</link>
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			<title>Agony</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;didn't know what he was planning for me, but&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;admit I was scared to death, which might actually have come pretty soon.&amp;nbsp; He pulled me to my feet and led me over to one of the tables.&amp;nbsp; I felt my feet leave the ground and he threw me down on the cold metal.&amp;nbsp; He untied m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/374908/</link>
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			<title>Torture</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;had no idea how long I was out, but when I woke up, my head was killing me, it was dark, and I could tell I was in a trunk. &amp;nbsp;I heard someone crying next to me and forced my voice to work.&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Melody?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Oh, god, Aaron.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;felt her warm breath ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/374741/</link>
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			<title>First Date Knock Out</title>
			<description>My heart fluttered as I turned my car onto her street.&amp;nbsp; It was our first date, and I was thrilled beyond belief.&amp;nbsp; I felt like she could be the one, and I hoped she was because she was all I could think about.&amp;nbsp; I pulled up to her house, and saw who I thought was her mother standing on ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/374695/</link>
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			<title>Nightmare</title>
			<description>A nightmare I had last night, the reason I'm scared to shut my eyes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/374682/</link>
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			<title>Maybe</title>
			<description>I can feel your heart breaking,I can hear your breath shaking,Every word that I sayCuts you deeper each day.&amp;nbsp;Let me dry your tears,Let me ease your fears,I can't handle your pain,I can't stand it.&amp;nbsp;Let me take your hand,Let's walk through the sand,Hear me out,I can..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/373948/</link>
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			<title>Time Given to Run</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had no clue what time it was.&amp;nbsp; I'd slept the day away.&amp;nbsp; But I woke up with Andy still in my arms, still pressed tightly against me, so I really and honestly didn't care what time it was.&amp;nbsp; My mind kept flashing back to the look on her face, to her moans, and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/372699/</link>
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			<title>The Hunt Is On</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had no clue how I was going to find Andrea.&amp;nbsp; Usually I can find any werewolf at any time.&amp;nbsp; But I wanted to make this interesting.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to leave out the mind-reading and do it the hard way.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't going to kill her.&amp;nbsp; I just wanted to find he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/359431/</link>
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			<title>Four weeks later</title>
			<description>Four weeks after the werewolf encounter.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/357629/</link>
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			<title>Confusion and Pain</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My heart was pounding hard in my chest and my hand roamed up her stomach to cup her full breast.&amp;nbsp; One of the perks to making out with a werewolf... they're already naked in case things get hotter.&amp;nbsp; She arched into me, her body heating up, and her leg slid around my..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/356883/</link>
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			<title>Feeding and First Sight</title>
			<description>Jason first spots Andrea as dawn creeps up on them both</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/356841/</link>
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			<title>Werewolf vs. Vampire</title>
			<description>What happens when a vampire falls in love with a werewolf?  Total and complete chaos between worlds.  Jason knows this, but Andrea's beauty is all that matters to him.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/demonic_fever/356776/</link>
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