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			<title>The Shack</title>
			<description>Another story I had to write for a creative writing class. I decided to throw in a little twist just for s***s and giggles. It is also finished until further notice. I know it's not much of an ending.</description>
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			<title>Adventure into the Unknown</title>
			<description>Please note that this story is a bit confusing unless you follow who's talking when. I tried to make it so that Person B speaks after Person A every time. Just a stupid little thing I decided write.</description>
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			<title>Pepper Seeds</title>
			<description>Just a shortish story I wanted to write because I was making jambalaya one day.</description>
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			<title>You're Gone</title>
			<description>So way back in high school, I took a creative writing class. We had to write a poem about our bedrooms using something green, something dead and a female relative walking in.</description>
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			<title>Confessions of a Killer</title>
			<description>	I stare ather. Her beautiful green eyes, her lustrous, flowing raven hair. I didn&amp;rsquo;t meanto hurt her. I really tried. But I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help it. And now the light thatsparkled in her eyes has disappeared, gone like leaves before the wind. Herlifeless body lies on a blue tarp, waitin..</description>
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