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		<description>The original writings of author Aarea</description>
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			<title>Time Travel</title>
			<description>I wish I could goback in time,Stand in the middleof two bodies,One large, anothersmall,One cowering, anothertowering,One sobbing, theother spitting words of fury,And point a gun athis chest, Telling him throughclenched teeth,To never hit heragain.I wis..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1898784/</link>
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			<title>Lead Secrets</title>
			<description>It's strange that they tell you not to care,That we shouldn't care,&amp;nbsp;That emotions are entitlement,&quot;Don't you know that someone out there is starving?&quot;Yes, I know that.&amp;nbsp;It hurts me too.To know it, to hear it,But never to be told how to be a solution,To only be called the problem.I wonder if..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1816984/</link>
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			<title>A Worrisome Beginning</title>
			<description>Jakube sat in his living room, in his father&amp;rsquo;s large chair facing the fire, thinking. The chair always helped his to sort out his mind, and now there was a lot to sort out. It was noon and he still hadn&amp;rsquo;t answered Greyorn. The werewolf was out hunting now, and Zander was preparing the no..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1784741/</link>
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			<title>Tunnel 8</title>
			<description>	There is something eerily unsettling about an empty buildingthat used to be alive. An office that once breathed with its occupants, nowdusty and covered in old, half-burned papers. An abandoned school that oncebled with the words of friends and enemies, now blinded by old, rotting boardson ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1711323/</link>
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			<title>Can You See Me?</title>
			<description>Can you see me?You tell me constantly,I tell you my secrets,You disregard them,Tell them to him,That unknown foe,Your one and only love,That is as lost as you .&amp;nbsp;Can you see me?My problems are lost in yours,How can I help you?You won&amp;rsquo;t listen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1648756/</link>
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			<title>Secrets</title>
			<description>Secrets I can&amp;rsquo;t keep,I am met on all sides with apathy,Hungry curiosity,Tell me your life.&amp;nbsp;Secrets I want to keep,Cold fingers reach up,Pry open my mouth,I tell them.&amp;nbsp;Secrets already gone,Floating through the school,Falling on lips,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1648749/</link>
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			<title>Natalia</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s your greatest weakness?&amp;rdquo; I freeze. The teacher is smiling at me expectantly.What&amp;rsquo;s her name? Didn&amp;rsquo;t I just learn her name? Stupid Get-to-Know-You games. Myclassmates all are waiting and I stare at my teacher. What had others said?Some girls had winked flir..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1602944/</link>
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			<title>An Abandoned School</title>
			<description>There&amp;rsquo;s an abandonedschool in my neighborhood. There are a lot of abandoned buildings in myneighborhood actually. Ever since the stud mill went out of business, our townis half-ghost, with empty windows and broken doors, blowing open with everygust of wind to terrify young children unf..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1596122/</link>
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			<title>Lizzie Borden Had a Knife</title>
			<description>Mommy?Yes, Sweetie?Can you catch knives? Daddy can't.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1591800/</link>
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			<title>A Letter Never Sent</title>
			<description>	Sometimes I read Poe's poem, Annabel Lee, and it makes me think of you.&amp;nbsp;	What an odd way to start a letter, you would say, if you read my words. But this is a letter never sent, and you have eyes that will never see it.&amp;nbsp;	You have fingers that will never touch the seal, you have lips that ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1591789/</link>
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			<title>Hidden Love</title>
			<description>When Rain falls on thehills, I can remember you.I remember the rain thatfell on my face,Mixing with my tears,As I watched you fall onthat hill,And I had to hide your body.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1562359/</link>
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			<title>The Dawn of Truth</title>
			<description>Behind me is a monster. You.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1465308/</link>
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			<title>Escaping Conformity</title>
			<description>EscapingConformity&amp;nbsp;Ifa dove cried on an angel&amp;rsquo;s shoulder,Wouldyou hear it?Orwould you walk as you always do,Passingme, passing life,Youreyes down, your head up,Proudand Dejected,Atonce?&amp;nbsp;Wouldyou leave the gray walls of your co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1463450/</link>
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			<title>That Road</title>
			<description>That road!Abandoned and haunted, such a place!Wed to the robbers and highwayman,Deserted by the noblemen's fair daughters,A road.A road,Forgotten by many,&amp;nbsp;Feared by some,Others watch and wait,Blood-stained feet trodding,The road.The road,Overgrown green adorning,Darkened, dead branches reaching..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1378595/</link>
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			<title>Silence and Darkness</title>
			<description>Some major personification here! Remember that as you read!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1343003/</link>
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			<title>A Story Told</title>
			<description>K now they have met the wolf and he is going to tell them why the heck he is there.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1224067/</link>
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			<title>Prolouge</title>
			<description>This is the very beginning of my story. Enjoy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1222639/</link>
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			<title>A Wolf on the Rug</title>
			<description>This is the beginning to my fantasy story. Please enjoy and review!!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1222574/</link>
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			<title>The Ginivan Blade</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1222572/</link>
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			<title>Victim's Revenge</title>
			<description>Wrote this for a different contest, but never entered it. The prompt was to write a story that had to do with an antique Asian skull. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1205712/</link>
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			<title>Fallen Warrior, Fallen Lover</title>
			<description>This is one of my friends favorite stories I have ever done. Not the same for me, but I thought I'd put it on here. I did this one for school also. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1205708/</link>
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			<title>Purgatory</title>
			<description>This started as a writing prompt for a contest I never entered. Now I am glad to finally have the opportunity to show it to someone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1202190/</link>
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			<title>A Grave Mistake</title>
			<description>This is a story I've been working on for a while. I am trying to enter it in a contest on this website, so I hope putting on here doesn't mean I can't use it again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BOBDEAWESOME/1201327/</link>
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