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			<title>Unknown Monsters </title>
			<description>Somethings out there people will never be able to understand. Jude doesn't have a choice, she has the uncanny ability to see monsters that most others can't. It's not as cool a skill as you'd think.</description>
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			<title>Persian Princess</title>
			<description>Persian PrincessThe dirt backed market wascrawling with potential buyers. Or for the little girls perched precariously onthe edge of a family&amp;rsquo;s roof, a potential cavern of gold coins.Turning identical grins ofmischief on each other, the girls leapt from building to building u..</description>
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			<title>Another of My Kind</title>
			<description>Thenext morning while packing up our things (the clothing I&amp;rsquo;d found in thecupboards) I asked one of the maids where all the women in my party were. Shejust said that I was the only one and gave a weird look. We continued insilence.Itwas mid day by the time the whole party was..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nonny/1221376/</link>
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			<title>The Dreagon Thorns</title>
			<description>Timewent quickly as I learnt who my rescuers were and what I was. Turns out I&amp;rsquo;m avery rare thing indeed. Ilearnt that I&amp;rsquo;m a part of a species called The Dreagon Thorns. Apparently ourrace is descended from the Dragon breathers. It&amp;rsquo;s said that Dragon breathersw..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nonny/1221368/</link>
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			<title>It's Called Crying</title>
			<description>Iawoke from my first dreamless sleep to the feel of soft cotton and the relaxingsmell of flowers blooming. That was what truly woke me. The fact that cruelcutting chains weren&amp;rsquo;t digging into my wrists and ankles was a strangesensation. I tried to get up but was only able to get to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nonny/1206124/</link>
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			<title>Dream</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; The dream came as usual. I was small, hidingin a cupboard my fragile little hands wrapped around my knees as the sounds offighting drifted under the door. Tears that had no end ran ramped down mycheeks as the sounds grew nearer. All I knew was that the nice lady had told meto hide..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nonny/1206122/</link>
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			<title>Silence</title>
			<description>Silence.That&amp;rsquo;sall Dusty could remember. No smiles, no laughter, not even the warm, lovingtouch of her family. That was the only rule her captures had set down when theyfound her. Nocommunication at all. They sent her food everyday but no one ever answered herquestions. Th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nonny/1204696/</link>
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			<title>Lost Art</title>
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			<title>Lunary</title>
			<description>After hearing that I was going to participate in the Tournament I leftthe rest of my members to party and celebrate so I could think in peace. I wasalmost to the beach on the very edge of Core when Pretty loped up beside me.Pretty is a Water wolf, a very rare breed only found in the Depths..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nonny/1111577/</link>
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			<title>Battle Cry</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nonny/1106493/</link>
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			<title>Hunting</title>
			<description>Snow fell covering the already blanked Tundra and everything on it.Ione smiled.Crawling on her belly, Ione searched the snow covered ground for any sign oflife. There was no point trying to listen with the wind howling like the packsaround the white caves at night.Lifting her hea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nonny/1106491/</link>
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			<title>Sabine &amp; Ione</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nonny/1106490/</link>
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			<title>Team</title>
			<description>Battle CryEvery few hundred years a tournament is planned to show the bestfighter. In the year 6728 the tournament was set up and the rules sent to alland any fighter.Tournament Rules 6728&amp;middot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Teams only &quot; numbers between 3 or ..</description>
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