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			<title>Chapter 1 Hurassed By The Dim-Wits</title>
			<description>I felt a brief shake on my shoulder. &amp;quot;Time to wake up Steven,&amp;quot; mom whispered in my ear. I groaned because I was so tired. I&amp;nbsp;had stayed up until midnight reading my book. I&amp;nbsp;knew though if I didn't roll out of bed soon, my dad would come roaring in with a bucket of water. That wasn..</description>
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			<title>The Number 12</title>
			<description>4 boys from Marquet Junior High go on a camping trip to a place where no one has went for years. The problem is with these boys is that 2 of them hate the other 2. They have no chemistry whatsoever. How will these boys get along with each other on the tri</description>
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			<title>Water</title>
			<description>Just A Haiku</description>
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			<title>The Life Of My Grandmother</title>
			<description>The story of my grandmother, a wonderful woman, with the greatest life!</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1 The News</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Layla Carla Smith do you have any idea for what you just did?&amp;quot; Mom scolded. I accidently loaded the dishwasher and put a little too much soap in. &amp;quot;Well mom! If you would have been by my side when I did, this probably wouldn't had happened!&amp;quot; I back talked. Mom sighed deeply..</description>
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			<title>Comitted Crimes</title>
			<description>I stood there still, still as a rock. Staring at her, just thinking &quot;How could she do this?&quot;. I never thought that she comitted the crime.
Read this story and find out who and what did the crime.</description>
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			<title>Heart's Dead</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I look at the light and remember my heart has diedI have no feelings what so ever because of thatThough the light shines bright, my heart ignoresShining bright that lightMy heart ignores the happinessDepressed, hard work, nothing worksNo life, no style, nothing worksNo sense in l..</description>
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			<title>No Turning Around</title>
			<description>Dylan Salver goes to his mother's new home for the summer and discovers great scereney, nice people, but some paculiar things. Evertime he's alone he feels like someone's behind him. He thinks he's imagaining it, but he's not. Find out what happens to Dyl</description>
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			<title>June 15th, 1992. The Lysic Desease</title>
			<description>I looked at my brother as he laid down on his bed. He got pailer and pailer everytime I looked. </description>
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			<title>Population: No one</title>
			<description>I stared at my brother as he laid on his bed, getting pailer and pailer as I stared at him more and more. &quot;Don`t die! Don't die!&quot; My mother prayed. I cried as I stared at my brother suffer from the spreading desease that was going around Austin, Texas. </description>
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