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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; My feet pounded against the muddy ground, the impact jarring through my body, and the sound echoing through the trees that surrounded me. My breath was coming in pants as I weaved through the woods, time ticking away as I ran.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Hello, my name is Ashling Rixon and I am a compulsive liar. My therapist said it's due to the fact that I 'struggle to show emotions and have trauma in the past I refuse to address' , but I think that's a load of crap. &amp;nbsp;And he wonders why I snuck into his practice and painted it pink. We..</description>
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			<title>Liar, Liar</title>
			<description>Ashling Rixon is a compulsive liar. And a Hacker. She lives with her ex-government worker Uncle, all memories of her parents erased. Using her bass-a*s ninja skills, she's gonna get them back. </description>
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			<title>Chapter Four - Cracks in the Glass</title>
			<description>Chapter Four &amp;#2013266048;&quot; Cracks in the GlassOnce school had finished, Idecided to bail out of going home and visit the library instead, in an attemptto utilize the computers there. My internet connection at home was atrociousand I wanted some more sheet music for both the guitar and pia..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three -An Unexpected Visitor</title>
			<description>The dictionary definition of music is &amp;lsquo;The art or science ofcombining vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) to produce beauty of form,harmony, and expression of emotion&amp;rsquo;. It&amp;rsquo;s wrong. Music is so much more thanthat. Music is raw emotion that leaves you breathless after listen..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two - Twelve Years Later</title>
			<description>I loathewaking up. Waking up means facing life. It means leaving behind happy&amp;nbsp; dreams where anything can, and does, happen. &amp;nbsp;Waking up means you are torn from blissfulunawareness into a harsh, unforgiving reality where you have no control ofanything.&amp;nbsp; In short, I harbour a deep..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One - The Worst Day</title>
			<description>Chapter One &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; I wasfive when my sister died. Maybe died is the wrong word.&amp;lsquo;Committed suicide&amp;rsquo; is a more accurate term for what happened to her. My parents couldn&amp;rsquo;t bel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TashaIsADinosaur/1139346/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>PrologueShe walked through the field, long blades of grass folding underher footsteps, fingertips brushing through the flowers that dared to climbhigher than the rest.Her face was a mask, totally void of any emotion, and hermovements were almost robotic. One step, then another, then an..</description>
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			<title>Foreshadowed</title>
			<description>When Corey's sister commits suicide, he is left to fight for survival, his dead sister haunting his dreams. But she is only a memory. After all ghosts and daemons are just make-believe...... Right?</description>
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