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			<title>Writing </title>
			<description>I dunno I thought of it when I was supposed to be doing my english project </description>
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			<title>The Moral Choice </title>
			<description>My theme was morality. I had to write two original pieces for it. This is the first one. 
Stupid english project. </description>
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			<title>The last chapter (well before the epilogue)</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In school the next day Kenzie and I talked through every class, trying to make sense of everything. It was almost summer so it wasn't like we were doing anything in school anyways. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;So when we die we will never become demons,&amp;nbsp;right?&quot; I asked.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Would..</description>
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			<title>We're grounded and injured so, of course, we're gonna demon hunt</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In a few weeks we got out of the hospital. Thank god, hospital food sucks. Of course when I got home my mom flipped. 'Cause, ya know, walking at night with Kenzie to Rite-Aid to get Ryan a gift for our birthday when our birthday is a month away without telling her isn't good and can get..</description>
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			<title>Just an idea</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I shoved some food in my backpack and slung it over my shoulders. I was going after those brothers. They'd already left and now I was gonna follow them. Because they were special too. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know because I saw them there. Before we were rescued. Then the grown-ups found us and t..</description>
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			<title>We were kidnapped! I swear!</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I woke up on a white bed. A hospital bed. Trust me those aren't all that comfortable. I glanced around the room. I was hooked up a bunch of wires and had a IV and all that good stuff. Kenzie was on another bed with the same wires and crap. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Emma? How'd we get fr..</description>
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			<title>The Adventures of Snuffaluffagus </title>
			<description>Sooo...In math we did word problems. And all of mine involve Snuffaluffagus from Sesame Street. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Big Bird went to the store to buy some snacks for Snuffaluffagus and the Cookie Monster. Cookie Monster wanted chocolate chip cookies but Snuffaluffagus wanted chocolate cake. Big Bird has $2..</description>
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			<title>If You're Going Through Hell </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Well you know those times&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When you feel like there's a sign there on your back&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Says I don't mind if you kick me &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Seems like everybody has...&quot; I started singing &quot;If You're Going Through Hell&quot; by Rodney Atkins as we walked. We des..</description>
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			<title>Cayden </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Hey Paige!&quot; I called as I walked out of the school. She waved and shook her caramel ponytail behind her shoulders. I laughed and tugged my own ponytail. She laughed and came walking over.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I swear we have our own secret language.&quot; She said.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Hey you two love bir..</description>
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			<title>Jack's Flashback part 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The DHU became big, fast. But there still didn't seem to be anyone under highschool age. Until that 12 year old came along. She had brown hair, brown eyes and glasses. After the meeting Jared took her aside and did something to her eyes. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That was when I first realized Jared..</description>
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			<title>Jack's Flashback</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I appeared in a strange land. There were white columns but no ceiling. The sky was light blue with fluffy clouds. The grass was a brilliant green and there was a small lake that acted as a mirror. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sitting on a gold throne was a giant eagle-thing. It had magnificent rainbow ..</description>
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			<title>The Truth</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I strolled into the woods. I was practicing &quot;strolling silly-ly&quot; for my Odyssey of the Mind problem. So, I'll admit, I looked pretty stupid but I got into the woods safely. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was going to go demon hunting...with my cast. And if I ran into Kenzie we'd go look for Jared, but ..</description>
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			<title>Demon hunting...WITH A FREAKING CAST</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That night I headed into the woods. Kenzie cornered me as I was walking around, patrolling. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;You can't demon hunt with a cast!&quot; She shouted.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Watch me!&quot; I shouted back, stomping off. Kenzie took me literally, watching as I walked for a few yards. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>What is so exciting about signing a cast??</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I went home the next day but didn't have to go to school. YES! A DAY OFF! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I tried to chill on my day off but, even though I'm a righty, it still took some time to get used to only using one arm. The day still went by really fast.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; MY FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL WITH A CA..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I woke up in a strange room. And trust me, I don't like waking up in strange places. The room reminded me of a hospital. Bland white walls, white hospital beds, and a curtain separating me from another bed. I pulled the curtain back and was stunned to find Brie laying on the only other ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My name is Emma, and I can't say my R's. That's mostly all you need to know about me to understand my story. Because this story is about my speech impediment. I highly doubt you know what it's like. Continual, &quot;Say that again!&quot;, &quot;Say this!&quot;, and my favorite &quot;What did you say? Wed?&quot; &amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>The School For Magically Gifted Awesome People With Speech Impediments</title>
			<description>It's like Hogwarts...but for people with speech impediments. And we have awesome spells that only we can learn/use and we crush them in Quidditch so better!!</description>
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			<title>Dear PETA</title>
			<description>It was an english project. The black cat from Edgar Allan Poe's story The Black Cat </description>
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			<title>Gone</title>
			<description>Based off a book by Michael Grant called Gone. I was bored. </description>
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			<title>Kiku</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aiden woke early, silently slipping into the kitchen. She busied herself making breakfast for three. Bacon, eggs, french toast, and biscuits. Of course the eggs were from their chickens. She set up a plate for Sophie and headed out to the horse stables. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She placed the plate..</description>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aiden was torn. Sophie needed a home, Aiden wanted to take her in but didn't think she could. Kiku probably wouldn't like it, for one. But Aiden couldn't send Sophie out, to live on the streets, or leave her at the vet's. It was settled she would bring Sophie home, Kiku didn't have to k..</description>
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			<title>Sophie</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Everything seemed perfect and normal, in Aiden's life, until the day before her two best friends came to visit. She was working late at the vet's because Kiku was fixing up the spare rooms at home. As she swept up the floor, covering up all evidence that any sick animals had been in the..</description>
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			<title>?</title>
			<description>I don't know what to call this yet </description>
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			<title>Sleepover</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The next night we decided to sleepover at my house, to track down Victoria. Only problem, Ryan had football practice. I'm allowed to be home alone, but I'm not allowed to have friends home alone with me. So, we had to go to practice.&amp;nbsp;Fun, fun!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Once we got to the field..</description>
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			<title>Mountain Dew</title>
			<description>This is dedicated to two very dear friends, Petunia Lupin and Onofrio </description>
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			<title>Vicky!</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The next night at midnight I, again, snuck out the dining room window, landing in a bush. I perched in a tree near Kenzie's house, waiting for her to come out. When I heard a door creak open I jumped down, landing on all fours, like a cat. I landed right in front of Kenzie and she shrie..</description>
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			<title>It has come to my attention...</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I rolled out of my bed and checked my phone. Midnight, exactly. I didn't want to be too late for the DHU meeting, so I didn't bother changing out of my pajamas. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I crept down the stairs, in my cheetah print slippers. Rather than risk having the door creak I opened a window a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirbetsy/590770/</link>
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			<title>Mad Lib</title>
			<description>I saw a mad lib on the back of cereal box and decided to fill in every blank with &quot;bloob&quot; </description>
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			<title>Chapter 9</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My eyes slowly opened a crack. The bright, unforgiving sun almost blinded me. Instinctively, I reached out for my blanket. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; IT WASN'T THERE! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Of course it's not there, you idiot. I thought to myself. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Loud voices, slowly, crept their way to me. I sat ..</description>
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			<title>She Needs To Know</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Ok, so we'll meet in your forest? At midnight?&quot; I confirmed with Kenzie.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;No. We're meeting in your forest!&quot; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Ok, ok. But you're telling Victoria. I'm not calling that...&quot; I restrained myself from saying the word I wanted to. I had to protect Kenzie's innocence..</description>
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			<title>Evidence</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I walked over to my dresser and picked up the torn piece of black cloth. It was obviously ripped off a piece of black clothing. I fingered it. It must have been ripped off somebody in the woods, unaware of where the branches-that could snatch at your hair-hung. Only this person must hav..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirbetsy/566562/</link>
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			<title>Genetic Engineering </title>
			<description>this is came to me when I was tired but couldn't sleep</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8 Flashbacks</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! NO! STOP!&quot; I screamed, holding onto the bike rack for dear life. It was way too hot out for my outfit, but I had to wear it. It was the Odyssey of the Mind state tournament and my costume was khaki pants and a long sleeved brown shirt. It must have been, at least..</description>
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			<title>Micheal</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I pulled out a light blue polo shirt. Alex? Yep. I folded the shirt and put it in Alex's pile.  I was in my basement, unloading the dryer. That's when I heard the slightest noise. I swiveled around. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Jack.&quot; I snarled. Not, again. I thought. I picked up a box of dryer ..</description>
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			<title>Death</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He was lying in the hospital bed, waiting for death to come. His family stood by his side. His beautiful wife with her long, flowing, dark brown hair. He loved her with all his heart. His daughter, the spitting image of her mother. She had her father's eyes. He squinted to see his son, ..</description>
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			<title>Brotherly Love </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I rushed out of the building, the second the ball rang. It was the day after Kenzie broke into my house. School just ended and I was out of there! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The walk home was slow and dull, for a little while anyways. When I used to walk with Cairo he would be running through the woo..</description>
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			<title>Jack</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I pulled a Go-Gurt out of the freezer. Yum! Time to search the house for a pair of scissors. Although I got distracted when I found a book I thought I'd lost, on the coffee table. I curled up in a ball, on the couch, and started reading. I rushed up the stairs, when I could hear the rai..</description>
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			<title>Hunting...alone is no fun...AT ALL!</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The bell rang and I ran out of homeroom for lunch. After our usual lunch of stealing, biting each other, chatting, and shouting I returned to homeroom. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Can I work with Emma on the math homework?&quot; Kenzie asked Mr. Slawrence. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Go ahead.&quot; He spat. I pulled a desk..</description>
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			<title>And There Goes Another One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My superior eyesight took in everything. My eyes weren't so superior in the daytime, I could barely read the board without my glasses but now I could see every detail of every ant climbing up every tree.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It still freaked me out to see every hair on the spiders, although not ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The cops came laterthat day, to question Nic. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;So, you were kidnapped?&quot; A stout, balding cop asked theobvious question. Nic slowly nodded his head. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Do you know where you were being held?&quot; Nic shook hishead. I knew he wasn't going to tell the ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Ok, shoot at that tree.&quot; I said, pointing to a giant tree. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;How?&quot; Viscusi asked.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Why are you asking me? I cut my own freakin' arm!&quot; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Viscusi pulled the string back and let go. The arrow went flying, lodging itself into the tree trunk. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<title>Good Cop, Bad Cop</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Kenzie? I have an idea.&quot; I said, my voice emotionless. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;What? The next time I sleep over I don't have to sleep in a box!&quot; I just shook my head, too disheartened to come up with a witty comeback. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;No. We ask Victoria for help then figure out if she had the fift..</description>
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			<title>Cairo? </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Shut up!&quot; I screamed at Cairo as he woke me up. Quickly, I got dressed and rushed down the stairs. I wolfed down some pop-tarts and pushed my books into my satchel. Another school day, another day of fun, I thought.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At school I sat through first period science. Mr. Clause  ..</description>
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			<title>Casper? </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Victoria slunk away, staying close to her goons. Who I beat up pretty bad. Ha Ha. They deserved it. I basked in my glory. Victoria, hopefully, wouldn't be bothering us again. Hopefully. She was Victoria and she was stupid so I wasn't sure.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly, unexpectedly, Kenzie jumped Vic..</description>
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			<title>Fight!! Fight!!</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kenzie came racing across the crowd, at me. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;You didn't tell me.&quot; I accused. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I didn't know.&quot; She defended. Then she pulled me into a hug. Let me tell you right now, I am not a huggy person. At all. So I stood there awkwardly until she let go of me. &amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My head was going to split in two, my throat was burning, my stomach was emptier than it had ever been, and my arm was healing slowly- just an ordinary day on this living hell of an island. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Hey.&quot; Viscusi said, handing me some berries. I nodded my head. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I ..</description>
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			<title>Did I just hear what I thought I heard??</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I strolled through the woods, Cairo by my side. I was going to the DHU (Demon Hunters United) meeting. That's what all the papers had been, invitations to the meeting. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I arrived at Leafwood a little early but settled down in the meadow, almost falling asleep. Cairo nudged..</description>
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			<title>Papers</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Good morning sunshine.&quot; Cairo said, in my head. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I'm up. I'm up.&quot; I grumbled. Slowly I got changed in my usual t-shirt and jeans. Ripped jeans. I pushed my hand into my pocket. It came out with a folded up piece of paper. I recongized the neat, gold cursive automatically..</description>
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			<title>Hunting!!</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Well here we go, again.&quot; I said, climbing out my window. Cairo followed me, swiftly. I waited, on the edge of my slanted roof ledge outside my window, while Cairo morphed into his demon hunting form. Then I jumped on his back and he flung himself off the roof. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Off.&quot; Cai..</description>
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			<title>Demon Dog (Emma)</title>
			<description>this is Emma's point of view in Miss Kenzie's Demon Dog book (no it's not copyright I asked her) </description>
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