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			<title>Snow</title>
			<description>Snow&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Twenty-five&amp;nbsp;I heard a loud bang echo throughout the room before hearing a scream, a girl&amp;rsquo;s scream. The white wall behind Justin was sprayed with vivid, red droplets. Justin&amp;rsquo;s body cru..</description>
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			<title>Justin</title>
			<description>Justin&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Twenty-four&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Although we all knew Elias had a thing for Snow, she didn&amp;rsquo;t seem to have a thing for him. Especially with the way she wa..</description>
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			<title>Elias</title>
			<description>Elias&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Twenty-three&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It wasn&amp;rsquo;t until the next morning that a tall guy in a black jumpsuit dragged anunconscious Ryan into the room. Ryan&amp;rsquo;s shirt was tat..</description>
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			<title>Ryan</title>
			<description>Ryan&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Twenty-two&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Like every morning for the past six mornings, everyone in the room includingmyself woke up on the cold concrete floor of the room. Just like every morning,the green light of ..</description>
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			<title>Brook</title>
			<description>Brook&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Twenty-One&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I don&amp;rsquo;t remember falling asleep last night. I don&amp;rsquo;t really remember much of last night besides Cam coming back into the room and throw..</description>
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			<title>Cole</title>
			<description>Cole&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; twenty&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was only early morning, but my fouryounger brothers were already in the warehouse, probably getting the g..</description>
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			<title>Home Again</title>
			<description>I was working my shift at the general store when I heard the bell to the front door ring. &quot;Welcome to Smith's General Store, if there's anything I can help you with just let me know!&quot; I tried to sound as cheery as possible but my western accent always made it difficult. I didn't stop stocking the sh..</description>
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			<title>113 Hours </title>
			<description>Night One: Video Log, Entry OneDec. 22, 2012I turned on my camcorder and looked into the lens shivering, snow was whirling around in the crashed car, not giving us much shelter. &quot;This is night one. Day of crash. We're trapped in the mountains&amp;nbsp;in Colorado. There's no cell service and little food..</description>
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			<title>April Showers</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I love you, Sam.&amp;rdquo; He smiled and whispered to me. He was laying on the old, beat up bed next to me, his hand entwined with mine. I smiled and lifted my head from his chest, looking into his grey, stormy eyes. They are like a spring ..</description>
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			<title>Nightmares</title>
			<description>Imagine yourself in a crowded city street. The air is cold and windy, the wind sending the scent of grimy streets and hundreds of people up your nose. You&amp;rsquo;re running through the crowd, pushing and shoving your way through. You feel like you&amp;rsquo;re being chased, you&amp;nbsp;know&amp;nbsp;you&amp;rsquo;r..</description>
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			<title>Cameron</title>
			<description>Cameron&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I watched the light fade across the wall as the sun when down and then watched as it slowly crept back across the wall as the sun rose through the broken window that was ten feet off the ground. I don&amp;rsquo;t know who slept, but I definit..</description>
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			<title>Brook</title>
			<description>Brook&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Everyone looked over as Bria ran into the room and slammed the thick steel door behind her. She turned around and stared at it a second before stumbling backwards and falling on her a*s, screaming and crying. Zoe was gone and Bria was..</description>
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			<title>Zoe</title>
			<description>Zoe&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I looked around hearing the loudscream, echoing through the halls and off the cement ceiling and ground. &quot;Bria!&quot;I screamed, starting to run the way I had been going, the scream sounded likeit had co..</description>
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			<title>Jackson</title>
			<description>Jackson&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sixteen&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I unlocked the door to the warehouse,jumping when leaves skittered across the pavement behin..</description>
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			<title>Tobias</title>
			<description>Tobias&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ChapterFifteenI looked over at Sam.&quot;What should we do?&quot; I asked him. He looked terrified. I'm sure I didtoo. He shook his head and took off down one of the hallways. I sighed and wentdown the other knowing that sticking together would be wrong. People alway..</description>
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			<title>Samuel</title>
			<description>Samuel&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ChapterThirteenThe door opened andMason rushed in shaking. Everyone looked at him as he crumpled to the ground intears. Gabri got up and walked to him. &quot;M?&quot; She saidsoftly. He looked at her, still sobbing. She k..</description>
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			<title>Reyna</title>
			<description>Reyna&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ChapterTwelveEverything had happenedso fast. The intercom, I had been picked. Picked for what- I do not know. Iremember breaking down, begging Mason to leave me behind.But he had dragged me..</description>
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			<title>Riley Pt. 2</title>
			<description>Riley&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chapter Eleven Pt. 2&quot;Get up, you dirty brat!&quot; Pa screamed and kicked my side. Ilooked over to my mother, laying there cold and bleeding her life out. Myoldest brother had her head cradled in his lap. I could smell the booze seeping..</description>
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			<title>Riley Pt. 1</title>
			<description>Riley&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chapter Eleven Pt.1I don't know when we started this. Or even why forthat matter. It started with stat stupid video game. The video game that everyone loved. I loved it. My brotherJackson loved it. But we are grown men. That's when Cole, m..</description>
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			<title>Mason</title>
			<description>Mason &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chapter TenI took a deep breath as the door slid closed behind Reyna and I.&quot;No!&quot; Reyna screamed, pounding on the door. &quot;Let me back in!Please!&quot; I rolled my eyes.&quot;Reyna!&quot; I shouted. &quot;Screaming like alittle p***y is not g..</description>
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			<title>Maddy</title>
			<description>Maddy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chapter NineI woke up, thinking everything had been a bad dream; the club,the cold dark room, all of it. Of course I was wrong.I realized it once my eyes focused on the blue wall infront of me. &quot;Ugh&amp;hellip; F**k.&quot; I groan..</description>
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			<title>Ryan</title>
			<description>Ryan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Chapter EightMy chainshadn't been undone, but Ashley'shave. Along with Gabri, Zoe, Brook, Mason, Tobias, Cam, and Justin's.Justin was helping Ashley go to the west wall. What's goin..</description>
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			<title>Ashley</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Ashley&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ChapterSevenI woke up to voices and cries filling my ears. I bolted upright, my body beingstopped by a wall but my head bashing into it. I cried out in pain, the noisestopping, ringing replacing it. But a..</description>
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			<title>Elias</title>
			<description>Elias&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ChapterSix&amp;ldquo;Who?&amp;rdquo; I asked,my mind still racing, heart still pounding. God damn, I can't remember s**t.I wanted to run my hand through hair to relieve m..</description>
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			<title>Snow</title>
			<description>Snow&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ChapterFiveI woke up with a start, immediately trying to yank my hands from the chainsthat were attached to the wall behind me. I groaned as the chains jingledagainst th..</description>
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			<title>Cameron</title>
			<description>Cameron&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;FourI laughed&amp;nbsp;andran after&amp;nbsp;Liam, pumping my fist in the air whooping for&amp;nbsp;Liam.&quot;Yeah! Go&amp;nbsp;Liam!&quot;&amp;nbsp;About time someone became a man and w..</description>
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			<title>Brook</title>
			<description>Brook&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ThreeI stood back with my friends asAshley told Gabriella that she was going to go with us to the back room. I sawGabri look a little hurt for a second before nodding and ..</description>
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			<title>Liam</title>
			<description>Liam&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Two&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Hey, Gabri!&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Justin shouted above t..</description>
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			<title>Gabriella</title>
			<description>Gabriella&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; With a sigh I turned the keys in the ignition of my car, turning it off.I..</description>
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			<title>Ryan</title>
			<description>Ryan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Introduction&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Peopledon't believe us when we say we were kidnapped. Some people were smart andstayed home that Friday night. Noone knew what we had been through, what they had put us through. It's hard tothink a..</description>
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			<title>Die to Live</title>
			<description>When sixteen close high school students decide to go party for the night, things take a turn and they end up facing their deaths, one by one. Two teams. Two guns. Your life or theirs.</description>
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