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		<description>The original writings of author Blaise </description>
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			<title>Red, The Color of Desire</title>
			<description>&quot;Did you think of me when you touched yourself?&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/1985429/</link>
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			<title>Storm</title>
			<description>Thunder and lightening ignite passion between two lovers. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/925385/</link>
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			<title>Port Paraiso part I</title>
			<description>When Calla and her three best friends go to Port Paraiso, Mexico, for spring break, she is just looking for fun. She never expected to meet heartthrob Vince Santiago, or get herself into danger. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/758067/</link>
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			<title>I Do. </title>
			<description>On the day of Rose's wedding, she remembers the past and all the times she spent with her husband-to-be, Dalton. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/721056/</link>
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			<title>Costa Rica Pt. I</title>
			<description>COSTA RICA:Part IMy legs practically stuck to my Sedan's black interior as I pulled up to the summer home. My name is Isabelle, a freshman at USC. I grew up in Seattle, Washington and left home on a academic scholarship. My parent's raised me well and I was thankful for their guidance and genes. I h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/689121/</link>
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			<title>Heartbroken </title>
			<description>How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?Too many for me to count.It seems as if you have written me out of your life.I no longer play a important role.The day you pulled the Friends cardwas the day my heart stopped beating.I had been falling for you the whole timeAnd you never felt the same.Is it ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/682535/</link>
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			<title>Five</title>
			<description>Five; Dasha&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dashadidn&amp;rsquo;t have any clue what time it was. By the way the sun slipped through herdrapes she guessed around noon. Her head pounded as she surfaced fromunderneath the sea of blankets. She rolled onto a side an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/672810/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Nine</title>
			<description>Woo! I finally decided to return to this story. Here's my latest chapter! </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/669490/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Eight</title>
			<description>Gianna reveals surprising news to Vivianna. 
Also, important guest arrive at the castle whom Vivianna immediately hates. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/669056/</link>
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			<title>Four</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Four; Dasha&amp;nbsp;	The only word that kept returning to Dasha&amp;rsquo;s mind was death.Then following that was murder. Both had taken away the soul to her familyforever. She rested like a tiny infant in her brother&amp;rsquo;s arms while she cried.Daniel&amp;rsquo;s big comforting body ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/666065/</link>
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			<title>Hostage</title>
			<description>When the most dynamic high school shooting takes place, students Karley and Erik are unfortunately picked as ransom. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/662887/</link>
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			<title>Lesson Learned.</title>
			<description>Once again, a boy has screwed me over. But I would like to thank him. Without douchebags in my life, i would have nothing to write about. :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/655941/</link>
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			<title>Three</title>
			<description>Three;Dasha&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dasha feltlight headed as she walked down the stairs the next morning.Daniel was sitting on the bar with a cup of coffee beneath his lips. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t youknow that stuff stops your growth?..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/652635/</link>
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			<title>Two</title>
			<description>Two; Dasha&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Oh God, it&amp;rsquo;s another zit!&amp;rdquo; Dasha Eurova&amp;rsquo;s best friend, Cordelia, stood in front of her full length mirror gawking at her forehead.Dasha sat on her king sized bed laughing while Cordelia pouted. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Howis it that I was cu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/650317/</link>
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			<title>The Characters </title>
			<description>Pictures of the people I based them off</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/639823/</link>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>One; Jesse&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Itwas past three a.m. on Saturday night. The cold wind was cutting JesseMcGarrett&amp;rsquo;s cheeks as he lay chest down on the rooftop. The world was quiet yethis heart was racing. Each rooftop down the strip was sprinkled fresh from the winter&amp;rsquo;s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/639821/</link>
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			<title>Royal Runaway</title>
			<description>Sorry the title keeps getting switched. I cant think of a good enough one! 

A book about how a broken Princess must save her country from being destroyed with the help of CIA agent, Jesse McGarrett. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/639820/</link>
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			<title>Old Flames</title>
			<description>A guy surprisingly spills his feelings for an old flame and things go out of control quickly</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/634956/</link>
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			<title>My Guardian Angel </title>
			<description>A story about how a young girls actions saved the boy she secretly loved.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/622770/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Seven</title>
			<description>Newly rescued by the handsome Prince Christian, Vivianna takes a moment to dig deeper into who he really is. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/606493/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description>Vivianna finally wakes up, and things resume in present day. However,things go horribly wrong when the king insists she attends the Council meeting.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/606491/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>Vivianna meets some other slaves of the Campion's who share interesting information with her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/601356/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>CHAPTER FOUR&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Spendingthe day with Christian had been more irritating than productive. He basicallywanted me to follow him around all day, wash every article of clothing heowned, and supply him with compliments. I almost thanke..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/600713/</link>
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			<title>Dear Butterflies </title>
			<description>A poem about all the giddy feelings you get for some boy</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/600557/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>CHAPTER THREE&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ihad braced myself for fangs to penetrate my skin, but they never did. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Father,wait,&amp;rdquo; I had been hoping Christian changed his mind and wanted t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/599143/</link>
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			<title>The Characters </title>
			<description>Pictures and a little info about the characters. NEW ONES ADDED!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/598849/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>CHAPTER TWO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I thrashedinside the blankets tonight.&amp;nbsp; It was onlymoment until I would wake again; frightened by the nightmare I had each night.&amp;nbsp; Sweat had taken over my body and made thecloth nightgown stick in ungodly places.&amp;nbsp;Turning in the whiny cot, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/597418/</link>
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			<title>Introduction/Chapter One: </title>
			<description>CHAPTER ONE &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Iwas woken up by screams that night. Screams of aid coming from each familymember I had. The world was dead to me since I was still succumbed by slumber. Thatwas the last full night of sleep I&amp;rsquo;d gotten. I ne..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/596594/</link>
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			<title>Shadow Slave</title>
			<description>A brand new book I got the idea for just the other day</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/596591/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Seven</title>
			<description>Lillian learns an astonishing secret about Archer and his past; Kent and Lillian get a little carried away.v</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/590071/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description>After an odd encounter with someone from Lillian's past, Flint begins to reveal the reasons behind his protection for Stella. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/590070/</link>
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			<title>Pictures of Characters</title>
			<description>Just in case you couldn't envision them yourselves. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/583291/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>Lillian continues her day at high school when she meets the mysterious Archer </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/583286/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>Lillian settles in while growing closer to Kent. Also, starting school is harder than it seems.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/583284/</link>
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			<title>Hallows Eve</title>
			<description>A college girl gets drugged on Halloween night and tied up at a frat house. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/578116/</link>
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			<title>Dead End</title>
			<description>On the way to a party, things get a little heated between mutual friends. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/576525/</link>
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			<title>Finally Mine</title>
			<description>What happens when two people who've liked each other for so long, finally get a taste.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/574944/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>Adapting to life eighty years later isn't really a walk in the park. Especially for Lillian, who's now a vampire. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/574853/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Lillian finally wakes up, and her world is turned upside down.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/574850/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Meet Lillian Glass, the girl who has everything. She lived the perfect life until she is killed the night before her wedding.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/570712/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>My name is&amp;nbsp;Lillian Glass.&amp;nbsp;I was 18 years old when I was&amp;nbsp;buried&amp;nbsp;alive.&amp;nbsp;You might ask why I'm not dead,But I don't know the answer to that either.&amp;nbsp;My life was taken from me, but I plan to get revenge.&amp;nbsp;Someday, they will pay for taking my happiness.&amp;nbsp;Lillian Glass..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/570594/</link>
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			<title>Night Walkers</title>
			<description>A new book I'm in the process of writing. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/570578/</link>
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			<title>The Opposite Of Love</title>
			<description>Just a little ranting about some boy :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Blaise/568748/</link>
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