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			<title>Matchbox Cicada</title>
			<description> I would rather not describe this story to full detail, It's simply a letter to momma! I didn't use any swears (like I usually do) but it's a bit darker then most of my writing. Just a WARNING!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efry96/1622487/</link>
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			<title>Her Name was Carolina (prompt 1)</title>
			<description>A short story written for a contest with one rule, nothing longer then 1500 words. I took a shot in the dark and this is what came out of my flighty fingers!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efry96/1618900/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;He won&amp;rsquo;t be leaving anytime soon.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;The child is a menace, I don&amp;rsquo;t care where he is, I just want him out of people&amp;rsquo;s god damn way. &amp;ldquo;&amp;ldquo;Sir I just need you to sign these forums.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;For what?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Well to say he&amp;rsquo;s your son of course..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efry96/1526136/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>I woke up in a daze. My head burned and I could feel the blood sitting next to my ear. Between the pungent metallic smell, the crowd that invaded my space, and the stinging coldness of the blood around me made me realize where I was; trouble. 	&amp;ldquo;God awful. Look at that. Maybe a doctor should co..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efry96/1526108/</link>
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			<title>Unkown (at the moment)</title>
			<description>Clive was nothing, just a simple American boy. He get's what he deserves I guess, a whole life sentence and  a world that goes from the sweet comfortable Massachusetts home to cold metal bars.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efry96/1526107/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>	I was up early. The sun hit the dust in the air. Like little fairies &amp;nbsp;it danced throughout the air. I laid staring at the sun peeking through the ratted curtains . It was quiet. The quietness was a pleasant silence. &amp;nbsp;It was safety. It couldn't stay though. I couldn't stay. I sat up gently..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efry96/1377769/</link>
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			<title>Unknown</title>
			<description>Life, Time, the world has gone under. Livelihood is scarce and nourishment is rarely found. What happens when one bold soul tries to survive ?
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/efry96/1377730/</link>
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