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		<description>The original writings of author Rose</description>
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			<title>Seeing Hope </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The dish broke in her hand.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;What did you say?&amp;rdquo; She could barely get the words out. Her eyes were focused on the plate lying shattered in..</description>
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			<title>The Beginning of the End </title>
			<description>small short story about a college aged guy. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Futurewriter16/467225/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was late. Again.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Which meant, that I was dead, too. My father had told me that If i was late one more time, I would be punished harshly. I shuddered at the thought of what he would do. Maybe he would go easy on me...no, my father did n..</description>
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			<title>Complicated </title>
			<description>Elizabeth Lillian Anders never asked to be a the crown Princess of her land. But she was. Too bad she didn't want to be.

Princess Elizabeth, known as Lily to the few real friends she has, has always wanted to be someone else. Someone who didn't have to</description>
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			<title>Prologue </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I never liked planes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Of course, i never told anyone either. This was my little secret because if my mother had known I hated flying, she would have never let me go on the plane. She thought this was what I wanted. Technically, it was. I just didn't want the pl..</description>
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			<title>The Lies They Told Me </title>
			<description>This is the story of a girl who finds herself surrounded by lies, and how she was finally able to get past them. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Futurewriter16/424749/</link>
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			<title>Memories</title>
			<description>A short story that I wrote for a contest at my school. It's about death, life, and the regrets that come along with it. </description>
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