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		<description>The original writings of author The Doctor</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>	I open my eyes and encounter an electrical readjustment of my vision. A blue color flashed as my eyes opened before things became sharper and clearer.	&quot;Good morning Mr. Clarke. You have gotten a full eight hours of sleep with no complications. I assume now is when you prepare for your workout routi..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>SNAP!	I sit up in reaction, something hits my temple hard and I go back down.	My mind slowly wakes from a fog, eyes opening even slower with a thicker fog. Once they clear up, straps materialize across my chest, wrists, legs and shines. I shake my head and lift it as far as I can.	&quot;These are some pr..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>	I wince as I pull off the dressings on my torso. The gauze sticking to me through blood and ointment, detaching with sticky threads as if it did not want to let go. With a warm wash cloth I wipe down my three, stitched wounds. Eyes closing hard as warm pain ripples through my nerves and&amp;nbsp;gains...</description>
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			<title>The Oldest Centurion</title>
			<description>24 Ocotber 2010 &amp;nbsp; 2:28 p.m.The Wolfe's Den	I swallow another pint and set the glass on the table, my left arm on the back of the booth with Elizabeth resting in front of it. Looking at my black Skelton Relic analog watch, 7:28. Laughing at a joke someone made, I open a telepathic link with Alex..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>	My Colt 1911 rest in my grasp as I round the corner, head taking a&amp;nbsp;peek to be sure no one was around. Continuing down the corridor, I open the third, blue door and step inside. The servers inside hum with electricity, lights blinking on and off.	&quot;Plugging into server 149, downloading should be..</description>
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			<title>Emerson Clarke</title>
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			<title>The Life of The Living</title>
			<description>	I really starting to see how much this really sucks. I find myself venturing into the city more, taking time to study the walking dead. It's intriguing to watch their habits, a if they were another species mother nature crated. Well, technically it is a creation of nature, but I'm not sure exactly ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five- A Lead?</title>
			<description>20 February 2012I bring my wrist up and unsnap the leather flap that protects the face of the analog, Swiss Army watch; quarter of ten. My eyes redirect my attention to the activity on the docks. A group of six or so men are moving a shipment of (what looks to be) cocaine or heroine. My attention wa..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four- A Plan With No Beginning</title>
			<description>Johnathon groans in pain, &quot;Let me go!&quot; he snaps.&quot;Not until I get an answer- here I'll remind you; me or Caroline,&quot; I smile and look at him for an answer.&quot;Caroline!&quot; he answers through gritted teeth.I smile a little wider and release his arm, sending him forward off balance. His right hand catches th..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three- Confession of the Help</title>
			<description>I swallow hard. Keeping silent as I wait for him to continue.&quot;Jack, I know you are there.&quot;&quot;What?&quot; I answer in a monotone.&quot;I need your help,&quot; his voice carry a stressed tone.&quot;I left for a reason, Johnathon. I can't come back. I can't come back.&quot;&quot;Caroline has been taken..&quot;His statement sends me speech..</description>
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			<title>Sgt. Luke Richards</title>
			<description>	Gunfire and explosions erupt in sporadic patterns. One bomb or shell falling after another, sending sand and dirt high into the air; obscuring my view. My eyes force to see through the thick cloud until I find him. And I do, thirty feet away is the wounded soldier I have been looking for. Putting a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two- Relations</title>
			<description>17 February 2012I pull my hammer from my tool belt and a nail, driving the nail through the piece of sheet rock that will now hold the insulation. I continue on the chalked line until I finished. I step back and look on to my new sheet. Measuring and marking out new lines for the nails. After I put ..</description>
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			<title>Time to Leave</title>
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			<title>Chapter One- The Life</title>
			<description>February 2012Some where in the Canadian TundraMy eyes open to the dim, blue morning light. I open the sleeping bag and sit up in the bed of the capped truck. A 2004 Chevy Silverado 2500 now serves as my home. I sealed the cap and windows for heat against the cold. Next to me is a large cooler with m..</description>
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			<title>Jack Style- A Chance at Rebirth</title>
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			<title>Chapter Twenty Two- Final Loose Ends</title>
			<description>2 October 20105:30 pmI sit silently on the couch, looking at the door intently. Waiting for Amber to come walking in, coming to me with her smile and provocative gate. Kissing my forehead lovingly. Acting as if this will last forever, as if we will have a married life with children and commitment of..</description>
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			<title>Doctor William James McClure</title>
			<description>	&quot;Between the years of 1793-1794, known as the Reign of Terror,the French used the guillotine to decapitate those who were sentenced to death.&quot;	The bell rings, causing the sound of bags to shuffle and stir.	&quot;Remember, read to page 335 tonight. Due next class.&quot;	I pick up my leather brief case and sli..</description>
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			<title>Survival of the Fittest</title>
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			<title>Chapter Twenty One- Love Labors</title>
			<description>1 October 201011:30 pmMy legs carry me into the house. Stopping by the fridge for water before placing me on the couch, facing the blank TV screen. Roboticly I take a sip and set it back down on my leg.&quot;How do you feel?&quot; Edward asks, sitting on the coffee table in front of me.&quot;That's the most stupid..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Twenty- Revenge</title>
			<description>1 October 2010I sit in my car within the parking garage' head resting on the steering wheel, hands still grasping the sides of the wheel. Eyes stayed closed, a sad attempt to reduce the throbbing migraine, moving from my temples back.&quot;What are we going to do Jack?&quot;&quot;Well... We're going to kill him.....</description>
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			<title>Sarah</title>
			<description>	I don't like these soul collections. I have this feeling of fear and uncertainty. A feeling of unpredictability. I never know what I am going to expect or what's going to happen. Walking in and not knowing your situation is dangerous in my job, it's worse than not knowing who you are.	Suicides were..</description>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>	I come up from underneath the floor, shutting the grate behind me as I stand up. Cracking my back I go to the second floor below and hang my tools up. My hands present a layer of grease and grim to my sight, indicating the need for a shower.	Going back to the top I find Roger laying next to the cha..</description>
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			<title>Acceptance</title>
			<description>24 October 2010	9:26 a.m.The Cottage	After I have&amp;nbsp;finished cleaning up from breakfast, &amp;nbsp;I head into the living room with everyone else, finding them scattered on the floor and all parts of furniture. Taking up my rocking chair, positioned next to the window across from the entrance, I look..</description>
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			<title>Mind Meld</title>
			<description>24 October 2010&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 5:30 A.M.The Cottage&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I open my eyes, turning my head to look out my window at the sky. Blackness still engulfed the world, giving the feeling of lateness and the need for sleep. Rolling on to my left side I set my feet..</description>
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			<title>New Member</title>
			<description>23 October 2010&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 8:38 p.m.England Country Side&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My eyes are glued to her features... Soft, smooth snow white fur... Clean as a new born... An air around her just soothes me... Making me calm and at peace with myself... Almost as if I wa..</description>
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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>23 October 2010&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Balance of Sacrifice </title>
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			<title>The Energy</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We automatically scale our side of the structure, making our way to the blue, glowing sphere. Using our sonics we loosen the metal encasement, holding on together as we struggle and shift our way back down to ground level. We our feet land on the flat surface we smile and lo..</description>
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			<title>Seven Heavens and Seven Earths</title>
			<description>	I expand my wings and bring Robert to Zebul, the Sixth Heaven in our world. There, as Robert said, he would be studying mankind. But first I take him to Rumial, one of the angel wardens of the Sixth Heaven.	&quot;Hello Rumial, Robert Claude Rousso is here to begin his studying.&quot;	&quot;Very good Reaper. Thank..</description>
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			<title>Robert Claude Rousso</title>
			<description>	I stand outside the hospital, looking up at the third floor. Wondering deeply how this visit will go. Hoping that I am presentable enough for this old man. Dressing in a good, white suit, white shirt and... shoes... The one thing I hate to wear. But I am for him. I want him to be happy with what he..</description>
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			<title>My Job</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My toes mesh with the soft earth, going between my toes and lines in my skin. Feeling cool and almost refreshing as I advance on the next one. The next person being called, not that it is his fault of course. Just his time. He knows it too. His eyes lock on me with fear, fea..</description>
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			<title>The Secret Life of Mine</title>
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			<title>The Tenth Doctor </title>
			<description>	The eleventh Doctor helps me to my feet, helping hold me up to lean against the TARDIS in silence, thinking on what we need to do. Knowing that we need to keep the child in the truck and away from the angels, figure out what the Silence is. Though it is out of my time stream I need to know.... But ..</description>
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			<title>The Eleventh Doctor</title>
			<description>	&amp;ldquo;Wellthis is unexpected,&quot; I stand there feeling a out of place.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; AwkwardlyI look around the TARDIS in confusion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Thisisn't the Madeusa Cascade...&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Switched</title>
			<description>	I go to run after Jessica, realizing that the angels are getting closer. My hand reaches into my suit coat pocket, fumbling around to find my sonic. Latching on to it I press the button and scan for Rogers' frequency. After a few blocks I find them at a tourist building, eyes scanning the area and ..</description>
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			<title>Old Enemies</title>
			<description>	I land the TARDIS in London, as we leave a man bumps into me. Bow tie, suspenders, hair of an idiot with a Scottish girl.	&quot;You alright?&quot;	The man says nothing, just stares at me in shock. Mouth open at a gap without saying anything.	&quot;You hit your head?&quot; I ask.	&quot;No. No I'm... Fine... I'm, I'm fine. E..</description>
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			<title>An Old Man</title>
			<description>	Jessica runs out behind Roger and kneels down next to me, helping me stand up against the railing.&amp;nbsp;	&quot;UGH! I didn't realize how much it hurt. I need to sleep.&quot;	&amp;nbsp;Before I know it, I'm falling down face first. When I come to I'm on my bed with Roger at the foot of it. My torso is re-wrapped ..</description>
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			<title>The  Stolen TARDIS</title>
			<description>	I stare at the screen in wonder and disappointment, for I cannot go and walk around and see the wonders of this planet. INstead I have to sit around in the dark and find a way to make contact with the TARDIS and Jessica. Not that it's a bad thing I just can't do it out in the open.	&amp;nbsp;Looking ar..</description>
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			<title>Belief in the Light</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Richardand I walk hand in hand into the bank, smiling and talking as we decide onwhere to go fro some lunch, enjoying our vacation. We get into line behind aman in dark clothes. I stare at the back of him, feeling a little uneasy as Ido. Forcing my ..</description>
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			<title>A Time Lord's Past</title>
			<description>	I sit up up, holding my ribs with a light groan. Jessica looks at me, giving me a look that a mother would give a misbehaved child.	&quot;What?&quot;	&quot;You should lay down.&quot;	&quot;With a roaming pyscopathic alien, creating the darkest nightmares of children and adults alike?&quot;	She doesn't say anything, just looks a..</description>
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			<title>The Nightmare Child</title>
			<description>	Jessica and I follow Vernatain into his home, following suit with the other villagers. I wake my trench coat off and hang it on the arm of a chair, stuffing my hands in my pockets I begin pace around. Jessica sits in the larger chair and looks at me curiously as my mind tinkers and clicks.	How did ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Nineteen- Resonating Problems</title>
			<description>1 October 2010I sit at the table with my coffee and toast as I read the paper. Amber is up stairs in the shower, wanting to wash up before we leave for the weekend. My cell phone vibrates on the table, pulling me from my reading of a women sending a pizza box to a pub. Keeping my eyes on the paper I..</description>
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			<title>Time Travel and Transprtation</title>
			<description>	Knox got up quietly, dressing into his black, three piece suit. Not wanting to wake anyone up, not that they need to sleep. Some vampires choose to sleep to simply pass the time, other take the situation an an advantage to stay up and party and play dangerous games. Testing their luck with bullet r..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eighteen- Coping and Adjustment</title>
			<description>1 October 2010I sit up and put on my jogging pants. Amber asleep next to me.&quot;Mistake last night was. A big one.&quot;&quot;Yes Edward I know very well. Trust me. Right now I just want my jog and music.&quot;I finish getting dressed and exit my house in the autumn sun. Awaiting me is a Cadillac, red like the last o..</description>
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			<title>The Doctor and The TARDIS</title>
			<description>	&quot;Yes I know it is. But you didn't answer my question, why hide in a wooden box?&quot;	&quot;It was away from the explosion- human instincts,&quot; she says like it's a common excuse.	&quot;Alright. Well since you're here,&quot; my voice turns soft and inviting, &quot;want to go for a ride?&quot;	&quot;A ride? To where?&quot;	&quot;Well you are in ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Seventeen- Field Trip</title>
			<description>30 September 2010Sitting on my couch I think about my move.&quot;You really think this is a good idea?&quot;&quot;Not at all. Not even in the slightest bit.&quot;&quot;Than don't do it. It's not worth the trouble,&quot; Edward crouches down in front of me, resting his arms on his legs.&quot;I told her I would. And I put too much plan..</description>
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			<title>It's Bigger on the Inside...</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I peer around the corner, looking for anyone coming. I detach from the wall and walk down the left corridor, looking behind me periodically for any unwanted guests. As I continue I look at the blank battleship gray doors until I find one labeled EMPLOYEES ONLY.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;..</description>
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			<title>Theta Sigma</title>
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			<title>Dr. Knox Berman</title>
			<description>Planet: VamperatureGalaxy: Shadow GalaxyContinent/Region: BostistanSpecies: VampyreStar Date: 2027 January 17	Dr. Knox Berman adjusts his trench coat as he walks out of the building. Looking down both ends of the street and sidewalk for anyone out of the ordinary. He puts his wool, brimmed hat on an..</description>
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			<title>The Time War</title>
			<description>An idea that has been collecting dust in my brain for about a year now.</description>
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