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		<description>The original writings of author Z. Shepherd</description>
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			<title>Copywrite</title>
			<description>Copywritten</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1158504/</link>
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			<title>Blarg</title>
			<description>Stasia let out a blood-curdling scream.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The thumping of Dawn's footsteps echoed through the loft as she ran to her friend's assistance. &amp;nbsp;When she burst through the door, she hit something that protested with an 'oomph'. &amp;nbsp;It was Stasia, on the floor shaking i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1158480/</link>
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			<title>Into the Alternate</title>
			<description>&quot;Where have you been?!&quot; &amp;nbsp;Dawn rushed to Stasia as she entered their loft. &amp;nbsp;&quot;You could have told me you were leaving,&quot; she cried as she embraced her friend. &amp;nbsp;&quot;Give me a heads up next time, okay?&quot;&quot;I'm sorry,&quot; Stasia said, returning the hug. &amp;nbsp;&quot;You know how I get.&quot;&quot;Where did you go?&quot;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1146287/</link>
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			<title>When Not Static</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bluebirds chirped a sweet salutation, the breeze carrying in the faint aroma of wildflowers through the open window. &amp;nbsp;Time was at a standstill, and nothing had changed since the boy entered the static void. &amp;nbsp;It was as he left it when he'd nodded off; the lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1146286/</link>
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			<title>Wake Up</title>
			<description>	The sun reflected off of the surface of a small, secluded pond. &amp;nbsp;At the shore's edge, the girl who was not Stasia sat on a smooth boulder slightly shaded by a weeping willow. &amp;nbsp;Her face showed no expression, and the dark rim around her near colorless irises enhanced her deathly countenance..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1146285/</link>
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			<title>Not Alone in the Woods</title>
			<description>	In a transcendental haze, the fire set aglow the forest with more than an orange hue. &amp;nbsp;There was a permeable mysticism hanging in the air. &amp;nbsp;What stars that could be seen through the canopy glowed with a crystalline luminescence, creating sparkling reflections in the eyes of the wild creat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1146283/</link>
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			<title>Welcome to the Void</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There was nothing. &amp;nbsp;An impenetrable void which encompassed all that was, or all that wasn't, really. &amp;nbsp;Only one thing could bring to life the blank realm: &amp;nbsp;The soul that resided there, apart from other dimensions, not living, but existing. &amp;nbsp;In abso..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1146282/</link>
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			<title>Spirits in the Room</title>
			<description>	Her room was plainly decorated, tidy and spacious. &amp;nbsp;The only furniture being the big black bed, the table with electronic devices strewn atop, and the slanted desk used for art. &amp;nbsp;Nothing adorned the walls. &amp;nbsp;No lights were on; the blinds were pulled up, inviting the gloomy glow of the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1146281/</link>
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			<title>Pass-out, Perchance to Dream</title>
			<description>	The dream began as usual: the iridescent eyes tearing up, creating a myriad of color in the iris. &amp;nbsp;Pull away, and her face is tormented, the face that didn't belong to Stasia but looked as though it should; the differences lying in the clenched jaw and ever-present grimace. &amp;nbsp;Why did her s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1146275/</link>
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			<title>Chad's Shindig</title>
			<description>	There was a dead bird on the sidewalk. &amp;nbsp;Her sneakers were almost touching it. &amp;nbsp;She snapped a shot with her expensive camera, huge lens adjusted perfectly so as to focus just enough on the animal while maintaining an erie fade effect on the edges. &amp;nbsp;She'd f**k around with effects on th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1146273/</link>
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			<title>Party, tonight.</title>
			<description>	Stasia didn't give a s**t. &amp;nbsp;This wasn't a callous disregard, conceited selfishness or cynical philosophy. &amp;nbsp;This was a coolness embedded into her innate nature. &amp;nbsp;She never came across a situation that riled her up or got her freaked. &amp;nbsp;Never did she find herself stressed beyond be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1146271/</link>
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			<title>Death by Life</title>
			<description>Delve into metaphysics, transcendental communication, shamanic journeys, alternate dimensions, and separable souls in this humorous story of a girl with a gift.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1146268/</link>
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			<title>Oi, Donny Boy</title>
			<description>Meant to be heard, not read, but I couldn't get this guy out of my head, so I posted this thread.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1146263/</link>
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			<title>Soulmates </title>
			<description>Another guitar-accompanied song about finding your counterpart. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1146258/</link>
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			<title>Mr. Hush</title>
			<description>These are lyrics to a song I wrote (with a guitar).  The men in my life inspire me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1146251/</link>
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			<title>'Imagine' Rendition</title>
			<description>I agree with John Lennon. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ziggie/1145791/</link>
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			<title>Of Sex and Love</title>
			<description>Have you ever tried to convince yourself that powerful feelings are illogical?  Have you experienced bliss in union, but denied yourself a complete connection, because you think nothing truly lasts?</description>
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