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		<description>The original writings of author Raven</description>
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			<title>The Stupidity of Humans... Or a Vampiress</title>
			<description>&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 was rushing around the house, grabbing some things as I&amp;nbsp;flew to my room. I pulled a suitcase out from under my bed and&amp;nbsp;threw clothes and food into it, zipping it together. A boy of seventeen rushed into my ro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FireDragonofDoom/451699/</link>
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			<title>A Slap of Reality</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The blood leaking from my prick was definitely belonging to a human- I still did not know who. I had drunken a human&amp;rsquo;s blood. When vampires drink blood, a part of it goes into the digestive system, and a part into the veins itself. It was for security reasons, if for some reason blood ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FireDragonofDoom/451235/</link>
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			<title>Is My Life Supposed to Make Sense?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I sat up, brushing off my clothes. The bell began to ring, and students quickly filed in. I put my hand on my head and attempted to stand up. The slam onto the pavement had taken a slight but headache-inducing toll on my skull.&amp;ldquo;Are you okay?&amp;rdquo; I saw a hand reach down. I looked u..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FireDragonofDoom/451228/</link>
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			<title>Technically, I Don't Exist</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I yelped in surprise and my head hit something. I fell through whatever solid object had come in contact with my head, and landed with a slam on the floor. I opened my eyes to see fragments of glossy wood around me. I had dozed off with my head on my hand. When I awoke, I had become so surpr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FireDragonofDoom/451227/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am sitting in the middle of a cold, stone floor for some unknown reason.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There are no lights.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am surrounded by darkness&amp;hellip; For some reason,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FireDragonofDoom/451224/</link>
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			<title>Black Heart</title>
			<description>A vampire book much different from Twilight, where the main character, a 1000 year old vampiress, struggles to live in the human world while piecing together her fragmented past.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FireDragonofDoom/451220/</link>
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