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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Terror. That&amp;rsquo;s the only emotion my brain could fully register at the moment. My eye&amp;rsquo;s rested upon Lucas. He was to young to be doing this. Too young to be fighting for his life and yet, there he was. Standing tall at only eight year&amp;rsquo;s old, pointing the gun at a crawler that had mar..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUltimateWrite/1340311/</link>
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			<title>Bite Back</title>
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			<title>They're Back; Chapter 4</title>
			<description>The song in the story is Cassie by Flyleaf ---&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPvfi6Ff...Photo is Mason&amp;nbsp;Despite the sharp pain fluttering through my head, all I could feel was relief. They were back. They hadn't disappeared on me.&quot;Ollie...&quot; I breathed out. &quot;Your back! I thought you guys-- Ow...</description>
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			<title>The New Life; Chapter Three</title>
			<description>The Sun was beginning to set.Natalie had finally left after completely breaking down on Veronica's front steps, which she didn't handle to well.But after thirty minutes of her sobbing, Veronica took the kid's inside, claiming she'd 'Give us a moment.'This was when Natalie pulled me into ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUltimateWrite/1329000/</link>
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			<title>Temporary Home; Chapter Two</title>
			<description>The Picture is Aileen at Fifteen.&quot;-Happy birthday to you-&quot; The crowd around me sang.Kelsey's face was twisted in agony, as she watched me, standing before the cake.&quot;-Happy birthday, dear Aileen-&quot;&quot;Why is she staring at me?&quot; I mentally thought.Kelsey lifted the camera to her face..</description>
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			<title>Voices...</title>
			<description>Aileen at Six in the PhotoThe voices in my head were always kind to me.&amp;nbsp;They were always telling me what to do.What to say.Who to befriend.Who to Love.And who to kill...My name is Aileen Sanders. I am fifteen years old. For as long as I could remember, I've had these voices in my head, constant..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheUltimateWrite/1327709/</link>
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			<title>Monsters...</title>
			<description>The Monster's inside my head were always kind to me. They always told me what to do: Good or Bad. If I didn't do them, I would be punished. Severely.. But now, I'm wondering if I have been making the </description>
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