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		<description>The original writings of author Skie blue.</description>
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			<title>Gone</title>
			<description>Sarah swallowed. Doing one quick look over herself and the room one last time. A tall elegant woman entered her room. &quot;Mother.&quot; The woman smiled coldly. Full of false affection.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1455785/</link>
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			<title>Dancing monster.</title>
			<description>I don't know what I need to do but I feel the burn of dancing.
Just one... last time..
Just... One... last...
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1447520/</link>
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			<title>A fate worse than death</title>
			<description>&quot;You of all people should know that one bad death can result in a thousand good ones.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1447475/</link>
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			<title>Three words</title>
			<description>It was only three words.Three words that made the curse.It made her cry and it made her scream.Now nothing is of peaches and cream.She stepped back from me and screamed at me no.Told me I'm lying, told me you know.I held her closer, my heart in my hand.I told her my soul was hers. I told her she can..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1446168/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One: They, part one.</title>
			<description>	They scream at each other for hours on end. Into the morning, and into the evening. Her eye liner is streaked down her red cheeks. Her mouth wide in a yell. Her hands were balled into a fist. Her heart was screaming in fury, her mind was sobbing in terror.	He lifted his hand to her, the sharp pain ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1446130/</link>
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			<title>Love hurts.</title>
			<description>One is in pain. The second is lonely. The third is forgotten. The fourth is hated. 
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1446122/</link>
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			<title>Try it.</title>
			<description>Never backing down. (Mild language)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1446114/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Four: Promises</title>
			<description>Both of them made the promise. Unaware of what might happen, of what they did, and all the unsaid rules they were breaking.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1446051/</link>
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			<title>Her eyes</title>
			<description>An angel in disguise</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1437075/</link>
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			<title>Stranger</title>
			<description>Her first instinct was to bring the splintered and bleeding limb closer to her. Her teeth gritted together and her lips quivered in pain.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1436604/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two: Escape</title>
			<description>Alice smiled up at the giant figure in the sky. As though they knew each other, from long ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1433709/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One: Beckoning.</title>
			<description>&quot;Alice? You've gone quiet too?&quot; The little girl turned to her doll. The quiet smile staring up at the girl, a secret trapped on her lips. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1433053/</link>
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			<title>The past</title>
			<description>Introduction	There's a city in the heart of Vaswer. A country known for their riches, for their manners, and for their calm serenity. All people knew their place in the country, and none spoke unless spoken too. A silent country.	There's a city in the heart. Called Dismon. The largest city in all of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1432966/</link>
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			<title>Monsters at Blood Moon</title>
			<description>&quot;But.. your a monster.&quot;
&quot;No, what makes a human is there control, why not be the animal we were all born as?'</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1432953/</link>
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			<title>Introduction</title>
			<description>	Children's feet scampered around the house on the wood. A blazing fire's warm orange glow sparking up smoke from the chimney against the snow that fell on the outside in the dark. Her children quietly whispering to each other and laughing every once in a while. Catching up on their times away from ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1432459/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Tell me a story...&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;Tell me a story of the man, who stood strong line stone&quot;
&quot;Tell me a story of the woman with a fire in her heart&quot;
&quot;Tell me of the man who laughed all day.&quot;
&quot;Tell me a story.. Of their way.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1432454/</link>
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			<title>That one person.</title>
			<description>Few meet the rare people that are completely unforgettable. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1431952/</link>
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			<title>&quot;..if only..&quot;</title>
			<description>Of a childless father</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1431942/</link>
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			<title>Alone at home</title>
			<description>There's always one day, when you wake up by yourself. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1431860/</link>
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			<title>The Dragon</title>
			<description>Reality and bliss. Sometimes clash. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1431583/</link>
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			<title>Autumn shades</title>
			<description>Autumn shades, not in color, but in memory. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Skie/1431562/</link>
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