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			<title>Centerpiece</title>
			<description>Prompt: Write a story that takes place over breakfast.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadchadder/1413954/</link>
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			<title>Poetic Failure</title>
			<description>For a poetry contest. And I'm in a quirky mood.</description>
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			<title>You Make Me Like Hot Weather</title>
			<description>A love poem for my special someone.</description>
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			<title>Chapter One: Blue Sisters</title>
			<description>In the beginning was the swamp...</description>
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			<title>Brothers and Sisters</title>
			<description>The first chapter of a lengthy fantasy book project</description>
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			<title>Venti</title>
			<description>If a tree falls in the forest and nobody's around to hear it...?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadchadder/1407982/</link>
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			<title>Easel</title>
			<description>Several pieces of extremely short fiction on color.</description>
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			<title>You Are Autumn</title>
			<description>When you spokeit was a footfall upon the fallen leaves.Fallen, because they had changed.Green to yellow to red to brown.Your words were careful,your steps were not heavy on the ground.You couldn't avoid the crunch,but at least it wasn't too loud.Your voice was the windand it was a particular kind of..</description>
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