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		<description>The original writings of author Shawnee Rose</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>March 20th, 1921&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Katya walked across the courtyard, heading towards the Danville Asylum. The air hung heavy with fog, the clouds overhead a dark gray. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Katya frowned, clutching her broken umbr..</description>
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			<title>Danville's Asylum</title>
			<description>This story follows the story of Katya Kazakov, a young nurse working at a poorly run insane asylum during the 1920s, and an aspiring author trespassing in the asylum, and the horrors they witnessed.</description>
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			<title>Demons</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The breeze was a gentle one, the leaves in the trees giving a soft rustling sound. It was a pleasant, almost comforting noise accompanied by the chirping of birds. In the distance was the whispering of the songs of cricke..</description>
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			<title>The Teeth and Claws of the Butterfly</title>
			<description>A short love story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sroser333/1430287/</link>
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			<title>I am Mine</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The musty smell filled my nostrils and the damp air chilled my skin. I laid still, heart beating like a hummingbird&amp;rsquo;s wings. I could smell earth and the sickly sweet smell of decay. I kept my eyes closed, refusing to acknowledg..</description>
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			<title>As the Song of the Bird Dies</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As I stood there, gazing at the green grass swaying in the breeze, I could recall the beautiful chocolate color of her eyes. Her hair was the golden color of sunshine and her smile warm and inviting. Her laughter could make a whole r..</description>
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			<title>Sinking Further</title>
			<description>This writing was inspired by Allen Ginsberg, a beats poet. 

I would like to thank Tawny and Danielle, two dear friends that helped me write this. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sroser333/1427869/</link>
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			<title>The Eyes of the Hungry</title>
			<description>This is a story I wrote for a contest a while back. The theme to the contest had been survival, and this was what I came up with. </description>
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