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		<description>The original writings of author Nichole Marie</description>
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			<title>Cutting the Rope</title>
			<description>Analogy of how relationships and trust are vastly similar with ropes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/1704735/</link>
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			<title>No Name Yet</title>
			<description>More of a song about resurrecting  your life. Not literally dying.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/1219817/</link>
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			<title>It'll feel like home</title>
			<description>The thought process of a girl making her decision on whether or not to love or not to love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/1121918/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 2	&amp;ldquo;Ouch!&amp;rdquo; I pulled my thumb away from the melting marshmallow and sucked on it. I had changed into my super hero pajama bottoms and a plain green t-shirt with a chest pocket. I might as well be comfortable while making smores and waiting for a group of boys to show up.&amp;ldquo;So, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/818773/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>	Chapter One	My brain is about to explode, &amp;ldquo;MOM! Turn the TV down!&amp;rdquo;, but no matter how loud I yelled, no matter how close my throat came to bleeding, she still didn&amp;rsquo;t hear me. I jumped off my bed and stormed into the living room, &amp;ldquo;MOM!&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Huh-oh! Yeah?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/818772/</link>
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			<title>Camp Rules</title>
			<description>a twist on teenage love story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/818771/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Chapter Two	I took another Jell-O shot and cheered loudly as &amp;ldquo;Single Ladies&amp;rdquo; by Beyonce came on the radio. Laura and I stood up and began dancing and singing. Laura didn&amp;rsquo;t last long before she stumbled over to my kitchen and took a gulp of R&amp;amp;R before sitting down. As the song e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/818769/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Chapter One	I glared down angrily at my algebra assignments and tapped my pencil impatiently. I read through the same problem I had been on for thirty minutes for the twelfth time and swore under my breath when it didn&amp;rsquo;t make any more sense than it had the first eleven times I had attempted it..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/818767/</link>
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			<title>No Name</title>
			<description>Elana is best friends with Laura who snaps and kills a bunch of people inside their college. Elana falls in love with the boy who happens to be the one who gunned down her friend. Drama ensues.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/818766/</link>
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			<title>Alex</title>
			<description>&quot;Are you okay?&quot; I shook my head as I looked at the wall ahead of me. &quot;Is this really happening?&quot; I asked myself. How could this be happening? Why would this be happening? I was in shock without a doubt. I looked at my phone and read the text again and I had no idea how to respond. I didn't even know..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/818763/</link>
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			<title>Throne</title>
			<description>You broke my heart just a little bit, in a way that I never thought possible.You killed me with disrespect, and the sour curds of names just keep coming out of my mouth. You're not the person I thought, and you're not the friend I want. The truth of the matter is, I'm the only one I've got. Cause I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/818759/</link>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>Honestly have no clue, a beat came into my head and I just put it to words. This is what I got.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/818756/</link>
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			<title>summary</title>
			<description>summary thingy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/641120/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Five: Dirtying up the Walls</title>
			<description>Rules are set plans are made</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/640673/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Four: Running and Packing</title>
			<description>Moving in?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/640489/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Three: Broken and Wet... Literally</title>
			<description>Caitlyn has to find a place to stay</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/640475/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two: The Rewards to the Downfalls</title>
			<description>Caitlyn gets a confidence boost</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/640443/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One: The Pain of the Memory</title>
			<description>Caitlyn remembers when the abuse began</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/640429/</link>
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			<title>To Save a Broken Girl</title>
			<description>Girl is abused by her father and finds the strength to leave and begin a life of her own. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/640426/</link>
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			<title>I don't have a story.</title>
			<description>Girl dreams of telling her story but doesn't know what her story is...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/563575/</link>
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			<title>Did you think...</title>
			<description>Bullshiting.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/560121/</link>
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			<title>The Forgotten</title>
			<description>The truth about the ones who say they're your friends.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/539247/</link>
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			<title>Life of a Dream</title>
			<description>The life my dreams live.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/538943/</link>
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			<title>If I could glow</title>
			<description>she's falling!!!!!!!! :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/525175/</link>
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			<title>The One I Hate to Love</title>
			<description>She's a fall back. The girl that will always be there and the one he always goes back to. She can't tell if he's sincere or not. So she decides not.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/524009/</link>
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			<title>I can't</title>
			<description>I have no idea</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/522137/</link>
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			<title>A girl who you say you love</title>
			<description>Just me trying to figure out why I feel the way I do. Nothing special. 
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/514572/</link>
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			<title>You are my something</title>
			<description>Logic flirtation</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/488970/</link>
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			<title>A world of Good</title>
			<description>Just in a lovey gushy mood. ahaha :]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/487042/</link>
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			<title>Dear Jane Austen</title>
			<description>I had to write an essay on how &quot;Pride and Prejudice&quot; made me feel and/or relate.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/486020/</link>
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			<title>Her Frown, Her Sad Eyes, They equal the Sun</title>
			<description>Young molested girl speaks out.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/485382/</link>
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			<title>My Greed</title>
			<description>Although her best friend lied to her and used her in more ways possible and is treating her like scum, this girl still wants to be there for her 'friend'.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/485381/</link>
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			<title>Letters to You</title>
			<description>Mother raised daughter under &quot;do as I say not as I do&quot; terms. The daughter is all grown up and the mother wants to take it back.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/485378/</link>
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			<title>I Am Stronger Than You</title>
			<description>Reflection on an old friends behavior.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/485376/</link>
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			<title>I believe</title>
			<description>My beliefs on family and friends. Weather or not blood really is thicker than water.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/485370/</link>
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			<title>The Perfect Lie</title>
			<description>About a girl who is addicted to Sex. x]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/485368/</link>
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			<title>My White Board</title>
			<description>This is about being used over and over again like a toy by your 'friends' who you trusted and wondering how you'll recover.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/485365/</link>
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			<title>Victoria's Evil song</title>
			<description>When I came up with the idea of Victoria I imagined it as a musical. This is the song I imagined her singing to James.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/485362/</link>
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			<title>Conkering Hallow Town</title>
			<description>Victoria and James are both evil geniouses in completely different ways and hate eachother. See what happens when they work together to take over the world.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/485360/</link>
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			<title>I Found you in Your Journals</title>
			<description>This story is one of my favorites. It's about a girl named Rose whos best friend Fae died in front of her from a brutal attack while they were having a girls night. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/485353/</link>
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			<title>Allyson Marie</title>
			<description>This story is about a girl who has an abusive mother and her escape is through soccer. While playing soccer she meets a nice guy who runs the local church and they help her out and all these crazy things happen and ladda ladda laddaa.  Read the story :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SticksxStones/485346/</link>
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