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		<description>The original writings of author Samo</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;There were foot steps coming quickly through the halls. As they got louder and louder Kate Bridgeton frantically wiped her hands on her skirts,stabbed the cigar in the ash tray, threw the pen inside the desk, and looked at the paper sitting before her. The foot steps were right outside the doo..</description>
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			<title>The Playwright</title>
			<description>Kate Bridgenton had a secret. While all the other chits, and prostitutes, and FEMALES were out getting dresses, and fittings, she was writing. Not that she had to hide it, right?

Wrong.

They didn't let women be playwrights. So...what will Kate do to</description>
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			<title>He wants </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I was utterly annoyed with the other Opposites upstairs. When i laid down on my pillow i couldn't go to sleep becasue the ceiling was shaking.&amp;quot;Room, what happened to soundproof. I need my rest before my night shift.&amp;quot; i said&amp;nbsp;around me. The walls around me flickered to life in o..</description>
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			<title>Sucess</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;My black pants were sticking tightly to my skin. Cold sweat was rolling off of my skin. I wiped the gun powder on my oants and licked the dried blood off of my lips.&amp;quot;Man that was easy.&amp;quot; Zeak said. I rolled my eyes and decided that i couldn't take ignore the increasing pain in my ar..</description>
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			<title>Killing</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Zeak and I were running though the dark alley again. The girl ahead of us was sprinting as fast as she could through the darkness. This was the third time we were chasing after her. I could hear her heart jumping out of her chest, Thump! Thump! Thump!Our feet splashed in a big puddle as we c..</description>
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			<title>Opposites </title>
			<description>Opposite: definition: A super fast super strong killing machine that is created from a human's souls and made into a new one, a better one. 

Every body wants to be an OPPosite, everybody...

Niko was doomed. She didn't have the awsome fate like some </description>
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			<title>Come out come out where ever you are </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter 3&amp;nbsp;Ember had to get out of there. She knew that the CRAC thing would kill her on the spot. She counted to three1. Ember looked staright ahead2. She tensed her muscles, ready for a sprint3!She whipped around and ran into something hard. She fell back on her butt and lo..</description>
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			<title>Mission completed </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter 2Ember Bullard ran. She ran for her life. She had been fasley accused of being a terrorist, and police cars, helicopters, and mysterious always followed her.Her father. Ember pursed her lips. Her father was the one that was bomding up half the state of NewYork. He had told her to t..</description>
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			<title>Project CRAC: Cal Griffin</title>
			<description>Cal Griffin was a secret. In the year 3013 The U.S Government made him for &quot;special operations&quot;.He was project CRAC. CRAC: Chronically Rearranged Artificial Creation. They sent him out to do what the police force couldn't do, and kill who they couldn't ca</description>
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			<title>Affairs</title>
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