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			<title>The Stalker</title>
			<description>The Stalker&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Escapingthe rain, Stan Whitmore rushed into the theater, shaking his head rapidlytrying to rid it of the weight of the rain.&amp;nbsp;The theater lobby smelled of freshly popped popcorn; he could hardlycontain his excitemen..</description>
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			<title>Cinder Ella Tramaine</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The depressing sounds of The Curefilled the air; Ella lay on her bed mesmerized by the wobble of the ceilingfan.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She was in deep thought, pondering her disappointmentswith life.&amp;nbsp; Why had her fathe..</description>
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			<title>Summer Solstice</title>
			<description>The summer solstice is thelongest day of the year, in the sense of sunlight, yet not the longest day inhistory, that day happened to me about a year ago.&amp;nbsp; January 17, a day that consumed severalmonths, and a day I will never forget.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Blastphemy </title>
			<description>The carnage in the room wasunimaginable.&amp;nbsp; Blood soaked the drapes,splattered across the ceiling, and pooled on the ceramic floor.&amp;nbsp; Paige wiped her blade clean as Jared tuckedhis pistol into the front of his jeans. Ecstasy was running through their veins.&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Did ..</description>
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			<title>The Other Side</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Sand worked its way between his toes, grindingand irritating him.&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;It would all beworth it,&amp;rdquo; he assured himself, as he spat the debris from his lips.&amp;nbsp; Ahead was desert as far as the eye could see,a vast space filled only by fragments of sand.&amp;nbsp;The hel..</description>
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			<title>The Day After</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;As he woke,Tom gazed at the crack in the ceiling above him in a trance, last night&amp;rsquo;s events running swiftly thoughhis mind.&amp;nbsp; He was now a man, yet he didn&amp;rsquo;tfeel any different.&amp;nbsp; Her scent stilllingered, her fluids still stained him, it made him feel dirty; ..</description>
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			<title>Leave me be</title>
			<description>I am translucent, yet unyieldingProfound, yet shallowGentle, yet unsympatheticSusceptible, yet imperviousSpineless, yet poisonousI am that of a jellyfishHovering in the swarmTrying to blend, yet trying to transcend I am that of a jellyfish Leaveme be</description>
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			<title>Life's Value</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;As Istrolled into the restaurant, I was greeted by the hostess, an attractive young blond with a welcoming smile.&amp;nbsp; I toldher I was meeting someone, she asked the name, Scarlet Jensen I answered, andshe led me to a back corner table, I could sense a bit of insecurity in her,she h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clemon73/519404/</link>
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			<title>The Journal of Zomb </title>
			<description>The Journal of ZombBy CD Lemon Idon&amp;rsquo;t know what exactly transpired that night, last thing I remember I wassitting at the bar drinking a Michelob Dark, jamming to the jukebox, Aerosmithwas playing.&amp;nbsp; A girl was dancing; she wasfricken unbelievable, her a*s was in..</description>
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