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		<title>Hannah | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Hannah</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Ronan meets mysterious player inside of game.</description>
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			<title>The World Without Us</title>
			<description>In the game War World, Ronan Edge is the best. So he doesn't expect one day to be saved by a mysterious player. He also doesn't expect for the games to suddenly become very real.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>But mostly, I miss my shoes</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>I raise my hands slightly, a sign of surrender now that I know what these types of guns can do.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>I stare at the body laying still on the ground. I&amp;rsquo;m vaguely aware of my feet moving forward and my arm being pulled. I stare down at Shell&amp;rsquo;s blank face as we pass her, her blue eyes seem darker to me now. There is a clean hole through her skull, just below her hair line. I shot her. I di..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Peter!&amp;rdquo; My voice breaks and my palms slam against the walls of my barracks to make as much noise as I possibly can. I pound until my hands are sore and breaking but still I scream.She&amp;rsquo;s torturing him for something that I&amp;rsquo;ve done. For information that I failed to give her. ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>I walk into the gray room and instantly feel the cool draft coming in through the vents. The Questioner walks with loud shoes across the linoleum over to her desk but before she sits she waves towards a single plastic chair resting a few feet away from her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Please,&amp;rdquo; she says with..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Chapter 1The loading wheel spun in a slow circle on the hologram screen, hovering soundlessly over the desk, counting down the seconds until the code broke and I&amp;rsquo;m finally in. I&amp;rsquo;ve come a long way to get here. I&amp;rsquo;ve risked even more. I&amp;rsquo;m not leaving until I get what I&amp;rsquo;ve..</description>
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			<title>Embark</title>
			<description>Story can no longer ignore the primal drive to explore the unknown world, the world that she has been programmed to fear and reject, but what she imagines it to be is nothing how she expects.</description>
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