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		<description>The original writings of author Goblin Shark</description>
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			<title>The Field</title>
			<description>Janice ran as fast as her feet would take her. Her legs burnedwith every stride, but she didn&amp;rsquo;t care. The pain helped her to run faster;perhaps if she ran long enough, she would escape it.She barely knew where she was. It was a field that she wasin, that much she was sure of. But..</description>
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			<title>Darker Side</title>
			<description>This is a parody on Wildside By Motley Crue</description>
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			<title>Meet the players</title>
			<description>Abigail backed slowly into theniche in the wall. She melted into the darkness and became a shadow. As shestood there holding her breath, she counted six zombies as they rambled by. Thegroup dragged themselves along, walking straight with no real focus. As long asshe kept quiet, they&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<title>Dangerous</title>
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			<title>The Showdown</title>
			<description>I don&amp;rsquo;t usually write down my stories. I just tell them andhope that people remember. But the event that I witnessed tonight was soincredible, so terrifying, so life changing, that I had to make sure that itwas not only told, but kept safe as well. I don't expect you, the reader, to..</description>
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			<title>A Visit</title>
			<description>There it is: my house. Actually it was my house when I was achild. I was 8 years old he last time I was here. Even in the darkness, I cantell it&amp;rsquo;s still painted that bright Victoria yellow. Of course, after all theseyears it&amp;rsquo;s starting to fade. I don&amp;rsquo;t remember those bush..</description>
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