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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>The Skeleton&amp;rsquo;s sudden outburst freaked me out and I walked back a few paces. I took a total of four steps back. On the fourth step the skeleton rushed forward and slashed with his sword. The world went black as my head throbbed with pain.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter #1</title>
			<description>Chapter 1-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A sudden flash of light and it was there. It was simply there. I stared at it on the forest floor, it was simply lying there. Only a moment before I had thought of having a sword, and it had simply appeared.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/482707/</link>
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			<title>The begining or the End?</title>
			<description>Gale WarriorWinds of Change&amp;nbsp;Prelude-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the beginning there was the sword, the sword of the wind, or so most called it.&amp;nbsp; It had been around since the first breath of dawn and would stay in this world until its final stand. It had be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/459270/</link>
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			<title>Gale Warrior - Winds of change</title>
			<description>A magic sword sent through time to the past can help save the future, but first Richard has to learn how to use the sword. can he unlock the secoret to the sword's magic before it's too late?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/459266/</link>
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			<title>chapter 4, part 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The clearing was not as I expected. I had expected the three sky high pillars with the gold columns between each. I had expected a black brick floor or some form of floor besides the earth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/459262/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 7, part 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter Seven&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The next morning I woke to somebody yelling my name. I hopped out of the floor mat and looked for the source of the noise. I realized I had jeans and a shirt on already. I must have fallen asleep with them stil..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/452439/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 6, part 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter Six-p&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That night at the table was a silent one. Nobody had a wish to speak: Mom because she never does, Dad because he was cautious about how I might react, and I because I was trying not to impolitely explode.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/452437/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 5, part 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter Five-p&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I immediately unfurled my wings as I ran off the edge. I heard and felt the painful snap on my shoulders. I had no idea what I should do. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t grab it from beneath, that would allow it to smack me ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3, part 3</title>
			<description>Chapter 3&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 do you mean the soul orb has been passed on!?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I mean, he has given up his immortality and power to another.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/452429/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2, part 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The young girl standing in front of me fell to her knees and began praying. I was not only amazed at her behavior, but what she was saying as well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/452428/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1,part 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 1I am the wild.I am the wild.I am the wild.Is that sugarcane? NO, I must focus.I am the wild.I am the wild.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh what is the point? I had been trying to achieve union in this godforsaken forest all day. I had gotte..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/446916/</link>
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			<title>Taking Flight, part 2</title>
			<description>Kid born with wings has magic to save or doom the world.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/446914/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4, part 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter Four-P&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I awoke to a meteor crashing into a nearby house. I sleepily got out of my sleeping mat on the floor and opened the window. The house was across the street and a few houses to the left. I was amazed in my stup..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/446911/</link>
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			<title>Chapters 3, part 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter Three&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; School was never were I belonged. I got through the first five years without anybody noticing my wings, but once somebody found out, everybody treated me like a disease. I made a deal with the principle the day..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2, part 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter Two&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Miles away, a mother felt the child in her womb squirm. It was time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When it was over and the baby was cleaned she had quite a shock. He..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/440856/</link>
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			<title>Chatpers 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Chapter One&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The professor raced down the corridor at a sprint. He knew what the palace guards would do to him if they caught him tonight, but that didn&amp;rsquo;t matter now. If he failed, nothing would matter. His old ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/437370/</link>
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			<title>Taking Flight</title>
			<description>Kid born with wings has magic.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/437369/</link>
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			<title>The Big Race</title>
			<description>The Big Race&amp;nbsp;Biking, Running, Swimming&amp;nbsp;Finally, a race for meFirst, I shall beBiking, Running, SwimmingMoving fast, the pedals a blurDownhill is the only spurBiking, Running, SwimmingThe speed slowsThe dirt and dust glowsBiking, Running, SwimmingStruggling for bre..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/434648/</link>
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			<title>Hide and go Seek</title>
			<description>Hide and Seek&amp;ldquo;3&amp;hellip; 2&amp;hellip; 1&amp;hellip; READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So far the sleepover had gone well. I had been planning this winter vacation sleepover for at least a month. Out of my three friends, Julie, Marco, an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/434647/</link>
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			<title>Lies</title>
			<description>Lies&amp;nbsp;That which was evil&amp;rsquo;s first breath, was that of a lie&amp;nbsp;That which was evil&amp;rsquo;s first drink, was that of poisoned wineThat which was evil&amp;rsquo;s first food, was that of a sweet appleThat which was evil&amp;rsquo;s first action, was that of a fist&amp;nbsp;But that whi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/432891/</link>
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			<title>Silent Nights</title>
			<description>Silent Nights&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A long time ago, silent Saturday nights were once the best nights. I was the king of these nights. Only I had a say in what I could do. For on these nights I would be alone. I would sneak out of the family mansion. I would..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/N8NEW/432887/</link>
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