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			<title>Ch. 3</title>
			<description>It was two in the morning. Tobi looked from the clock, to Megan, who was fast asleep in a heap of blankets. The fort had collapsed right before they&amp;rsquo;d gone to bed last night and neither was in the mood to fix it. Maybe tomorrow night it&amp;rsquo;ll keep. Megan had said. She smiled at the memory...</description>
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			<title>Ch. 2</title>
			<description>Fifteen Years later. &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;ldquo;This is like, two pages of notes.&amp;rdquo; Her teacher said, flipping through the stapled pages. &amp;ldquo;Yeah.&amp;rdquo; She said to no one in particular. &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re going to n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/859225/</link>
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			<title>Ch. 1</title>
			<description>It is near winter. The trees are all bare, and their thousands of leaves now inhabit the forest floor by their stumps. The air has transformed from humid to crisp, and the only breeze that blows is smooth yet chilling. Within this very populace forest stands a house. Not a new one, but an old, worn ..</description>
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			<title>Sparks</title>
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			<title>Dear Diary</title>
			<description>I found this in my friends' cubicle a few weeks ago and thought it was hysterical. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/845234/</link>
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			<title>03.</title>
			<description>Third Chapter</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/783102/</link>
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			<title>02.</title>
			<description>Second Chapter</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/750627/</link>
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			<title>01.</title>
			<description>Chapter One.</description>
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			<title>00.</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s not that he doesn&amp;rsquo;t like the sunshine. No, that&amp;rsquo;s definitely not the reason that he&amp;rsquo;s standing by the house simply lingering in the shadow.And don&amp;rsquo;t take the blank expression on his face as a cue to think he&amp;rsquo;s mentallymonotone. Because that&amp;rsquo;s ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/741647/</link>
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			<title>I'll figure this part out later.</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/741644/</link>
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			<title>The Rant of a Seventeen Year Old Girl.</title>
			<description>A rant of one of my closest friends where she decided to cover the topic of drugs.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/698727/</link>
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			<title>17.</title>
			<description>The seventeenth chapter of Mariana Trench</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/696300/</link>
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			<title>16.</title>
			<description>The Sixteenth chapter of Mariana Trench</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/695566/</link>
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			<title>15.</title>
			<description>The fifteenth chapter of Mariana Trench.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/685986/</link>
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			<title>14.</title>
			<description>The fourteenth chapter of Mariana Trench.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/652951/</link>
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			<title>13.</title>
			<description>The thirteenth chapter of Mariana Trench.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/651863/</link>
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			<title>12.</title>
			<description>The twelvth chapter of Mariana Trench.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/651776/</link>
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			<title>11.</title>
			<description>The eleventh chapter of Mariana Trench.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/641468/</link>
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			<title>10.</title>
			<description>The tenth chapter of Mariana Trench.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/635024/</link>
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			<title>09.</title>
			<description>The ninth chapter of Mariana Trench.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/633764/</link>
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			<title>08.</title>
			<description>The eighth chapter of Mariana Trench.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/633717/</link>
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			<title>07.</title>
			<description>The seventh chapter to Mariana Trench</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/622090/</link>
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			<title>06.</title>
			<description>The Sixth Chapter of Mariana Trench.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/616323/</link>
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			<title>05.</title>
			<description>The Fifth Chapter of Mariana Trench.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/611344/</link>
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			<title>04.</title>
			<description>The Fourth Chapter of Mariana Trench.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/609778/</link>
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			<title>03.</title>
			<description>Chapter Three of Mariana Trench. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/606605/</link>
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			<title>02.</title>
			<description>GraceI took a deep breath. Lunchtime. In front of me, resting on a puke green tray was a greasy slice of pizza. Rivers of grease were paving down the steming cheese and dripping onto the tray.&amp;nbsp;I thought lunch was suppose to be yummy and give you spurts of awesome energy. Guess the schools low..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/598541/</link>
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			<title>01.</title>
			<description>OliverThe first day of school is a funny thing. First of all,there's the anxiety that sleeps in the bottom of your stomach like a rock. Nextcomes the small chance of getting lost, or making a fool of yourself. And last,but surly not least, the slight fear of not fitting in.&quot;I feel ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/598318/</link>
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			<title>Mariana Trench.</title>
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			<title>A Change of Perspective.</title>
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			<title>02.</title>
			<description>&quot;Mom! It's a miracle! Come quick!&quot; My twin brother Phoenix managed to yell even though I was laying on top of him, ripping at his face with my nail.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Shut up!&quot; I said through my teeth. Phoenix was the only person I couldn't manage to keep my cool around. I jumped up to my feet, flipped him ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/568219/</link>
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			<title>01.</title>
			<description>&quot;Times up! Pencils down, please pass your tests to the front and they'll be graded and ready for you Monday.&quot; One by one the students of Virginia High removed themselves from the plastic olive green chairs collecting their notes and crisp, new,&amp;nbsp;chesmistry textbooks. &quot;Have a wonderful weekend st..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/568211/</link>
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			<title>Times Up.</title>
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			<title>Diary of an Unborn Child</title>
			<description>OCTOBER 5--Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet, I am as small as a seed of an apple, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I shall have blond hair and blue eyes. Just about everything is settled though, even the fact that I shall love flowers. OCTOBER 19--Some say that I am not ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/555336/</link>
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			<title>Girl With A Crappy Life. (Later renamed 'His Life')</title>
			<description>What has four eyes but cannot see,and from birth has suffered endlessly&amp;nbsp;Hanging on by just a thread,While nightmares shake it in its bed.&amp;nbsp;Blinded by its love for man,it's heart, now fragile as a lamb.&amp;nbsp;Though past is dark, and full of hate,at every turn it took the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/543513/</link>
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			<title>Ocean</title>
			<description>A simple writing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/506708/</link>
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			<title>Waters</title>
			<description>Not really a poem, I just set it up like one...I don't know what catagory to put this in. If you read it you'll understand.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/506706/</link>
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			<title>Tear Where Air Roams.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Low murmursSlight throbbingPapers shuffle, rip,And. Tear.&amp;nbsp;Clock tickingWater drippingFingers tappingEvery. Where.&amp;nbsp;Quiet laughterSilent wordsTake in and outThe. Air.&amp;nbsp;Buttons snappingSudden yelpPencils leaving tracks wher..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/506704/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Dream</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He awoke in a cold sweat, face sticking to the floor. The humid afternoon air, grazed his flushed cheeks as his eyes broke open. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well this is odd.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He&amp;nbsp;gently sat up. The burning in his leg grew more intense f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/500056/</link>
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			<title>Ch 1: Runnaway</title>
			<description>What ever happened to normal, steel handcuffs? &amp;nbsp;His face was being forced down onto the police car as Officer Anderson tightened the golden bracelets around his wrists. The officer sighed. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Third time this week kid.&quot; He pulled him off the hood and turned him aroun..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mcmurray1515/492476/</link>
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			<title>The Decoy</title>
			<description>No Description needed. Just read it.</description>
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