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			<title>A Waltz in the Sky</title>
			<description>	She was busy scribbling down herthoughts into a leather-bound notebook. After penning down her final thoughts,she put down her ink pen and stared out the window. It was a beautiful night.The moon was full and bright and the stars were like twinkling lights. Theserene beauty of it all made h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aranee/1105821/</link>
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			<title>A Dinner With Bruce Wayne</title>
			<description>I wrote this story on the spot for a class presentation, within about 30 minutes, as was the given time frame. Picture taken from DeviantArt and belongs to the respective owners.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aranee/992592/</link>
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			<title>Holding On</title>
			<description>I don't know who held on tighter, just that we didn't want to ever let go.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aranee/930407/</link>
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			<title>Streetlight</title>
			<description>I was always there waiting for you, a streetlight waiting in the dark.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aranee/894847/</link>
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			<title>Butterfly Tatouage</title>
			<description>Etched into our skin, a bond created by kin. The tatouage Zina and I share.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aranee/572383/</link>
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			<title>Superwoman</title>
			<description>My mother was a Superwoman. She always saved me, but I couldn't save her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aranee/570374/</link>
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			<title>In The Dark</title>
			<description>If only the killing would stop, maybe Zoya will stop fearing the dark.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aranee/566279/</link>
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			<title>Part Of Me</title>
			<description>Inspired by my own pathetic life that sucked me dry of happiness. And the narcissistic teacher who decided to erase my very being.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aranee/505731/</link>
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			<title>Heaven</title>
			<description>Heaven is a person, for a place would be lonely without company.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aranee/488705/</link>
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			<title>Those Warm Hands.</title>
			<description>Machines are always considered non-living but are they really? It seems to be that we abuse everyday objects, machines in particular and are not aware of it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aranee/485112/</link>
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			<title>The Beginning of the End</title>
			<description>An insight to a demonic battle from a female archery and ambush tactics team member. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aranee/477559/</link>
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			<title>The Music Box Dancer</title>
			<description>Machines bleed too, in a way that we don't consider it as bleeding. 
They have feelings even though we say they don't.
 They have souls and a life in them, even though we deny it. 
We have been abusing these machines for too long. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aranee/474120/</link>
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			<title>Are You There?</title>
			<description>This is a submission for a contest. Berry has just purchased a flower from a mysterious roadside florist who claims that this flower contains a capitivated fairie waiting to be set free.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aranee/472609/</link>
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