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		<description>The original writings of author DivergentObessed</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8 Part 2</title>
			<description>Srienex just met her brother and now she catches up with him.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8</title>
			<description>Sorry I haven't been on this in like foreever........</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>&quot;I want my mommy&quot; I hear a tiny voice from behind me say. I flutter my eyes open. After walking an hour or so. We've decided to rest, and pick up in the morning. I found a place in a corner in an abandoned building and huddle myself there, but gave Hunter my jacket so he could cover Niki. Now the ja..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wake up with the faint light from the moon shining through the metal bars in the corner. I scan my surroundings. I'm in some kind of cell, but no bars in front, instead a big metal door.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I see something shift in the corner, and I automatically press myself against th..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6: Part 2</title>
			<description>It was a dark night and the city streets we were walking on were surrounded by peculiar silence. I kept my pace every time Hunter began to go fast. I haven't said anything since Hunter gave me that speech. Now, I touch the spots on my wrists that were once covered by his warm hands.&amp;nbsp;After twent..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>I stare at the 'Level 2' sign infront of me, and my luck fades. I drop to my knees and curl myself in a ball. I don't cry. &amp;nbsp;I won't cry. I can't cry. I shiver on the cold cement of the street.&amp;nbsp;I stop once I feel a shadow hovering over me and a warm hand on my shoulder. I look up and see Hu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImyZakary/1368283/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>I've been listening to the non-stop lecture Hunter gives about insects and mammals. Te guy is smart, I've got to say. He has the ability to the spot the hardest things. Or maybe it's the fact that I'm stupid.I have't been able to give him access to any&amp;nbsp;of my weapons. I feel like giving him the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImyZakary/1328622/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; I didn't think as I press myself off the bark and face whatever stands there. I keep my own gun in my trembling hands. I don't expect to shoot anything, but for my life, I have no choice.&amp;nbsp; I almost release a sigh of relief as I see the muscular back of a man. He has short, black,fluffy h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImyZakary/1328193/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>The first thing I see is a big of group of leaves. When I remove them, they reveal a jungle. Vines, trees, moss, insects, and mostly anything you might find. I fan myself at the cause of high temperature and humidity.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I peer back at the entrance through the bushes, but there is no door ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>I wake up with the faint light from the moon shining through the metal bars in the corner. I scan my surroundings. I'm in some kind of cell, but no bars in front, instead a big metal door.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I see something shift in the corner, and I automatically press myself against the wall.&quot;Your..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The car pivoted to the side lightly as I made my entrance. The driver gets one glance as me and gasps. He has charcoal black hair and deep green eyes. When he presses his lips lightly, a small line appears at the corner of his mouth. He looks like he's in his mid 20s.&amp;nbsp; &quot;What are yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImyZakary/1328182/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I wake &amp;nbsp;up to a binding light and aching bones. I try to pull myself up, but don't budge. My arms and legs are sprawled out, chained to metal cuffs. I groan. I hate being in the same spot for so long. &amp;nbsp;I look down at myself and find that I'm no longer wearing the clothes I was wearin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImyZakary/1327644/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>I peered out from the doorway. Clear. I ran into the elevator as fast as I could. I threw myself into elevator, bumping into the cool glass walls. I took a deep breathes as the elevator went down. I don't know what I'm doing, but I can't turn back now.I stand straight and face the glass doors. They ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImyZakary/1327637/</link>
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			<title>Broken Heart</title>
			<description>A fued that I hope I can stop. My love who I can't be able to touch. My life that crashes with the news my mother gives.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImyZakary/1327632/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I sit down &amp;nbsp;in my seat, in front of the public bus. I lay my head on the cool, glass window. I stare at the somber scenes of the city. My city. I lower my eyes, unable to bear the site. The city seems as if it has no existence.&amp;nbsp; All hear are my uneven breaths &amp;nbsp;and the roaring en..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImyZakary/1326112/</link>
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			<title>The Death Game</title>
			<description>Justice lives in a city where mysterious disappearances occur. Her mother is extra protective, and want them to come home early. When one night her older brother Alex doesn't come home,she sets off.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImyZakary/1326104/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I woke up to the beeping of my alarm. I raise from my bed. Bed? I don't remember going to bed yesterday. I roll my eyes. Must have been my stupidity taking over me. Anyway, it's the last day I'm gonna be here, and it isn't time for superfluous thoughts.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I get up and head towards th..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&quot;Wake up!&quot; a voice screams inside my ear. I jolt up. My manipule stands near my bed, arms crossed.&amp;nbsp; I glance at the clock: 11 a.m. I was suppose to be awake 2 hours ago.&amp;nbsp; I sit there speechless. I didn't recall my alarm sounding, &quot; I didn't here it&quot;&amp;nbsp; My manipule doesn't even bother to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImyZakary/1325595/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>I played with my fingers under the table as I waited.The manipule throws a plate in front of me without care, &quot;Eat&quot;. I stare at her big brown eyes, because their mine. Then her nose, long and thin, because their mine. Finally her mouth, not too big, mine. I don't need a mirror, because my manipule i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ImyZakary/1324175/</link>
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			<title>Escape</title>
			<description>Big government. Imprisonment. Justice. Big war.</description>
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