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		<description>The original writings of author Vernika</description>
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			<title>Shoes</title>
			<description>The tiny tale is an extended metaphor. Hope you all enjoy reading it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1923435/</link>
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			<title>Pen Friendships </title>
			<description>She bought sparkling ink instead of a shiny new dress. Aromatised the sheet of paper instead of her body. Caressed each letter with oozing warmth.Who said pen friendships couldn't be romantic..!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1776059/</link>
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			<title>Is your fear real?</title>
			<description>As the clock struck nine and it was time to go to bed, little Nina shivered at the thought of going to her room. Ever since mamma told her that she was big enough to have a room of her own, she had, almost every single day tried all that she could to get away from being on her own.Every night, all h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1718380/</link>
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			<title>#hope </title>
			<description>&quot;Wait for me to come home&quot;, the soldier said.Years later, her hope's still not dead.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1604035/</link>
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			<title>When pain gets unbearable </title>
			<description>Heart welled up with pain,All she wanted to do was shoutOne slit on the wristAnd she could feel all the pain draining out.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1601921/</link>
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			<title>Drenched</title>
			<description>Nostalgia striking hard </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1601834/</link>
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			<title>Imprisoned eyes</title>
			<description>Her lashes spread out in a delicate grating,enclose in upon her soul.Imprison her teary eyes, guard secrets of love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1595166/</link>
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			<title>The devil's auction</title>
			<description>Just random words that came to my mind. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1578610/</link>
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			<title>The doorway to a colourful world&amp;hellip;</title>
			<description>The sky was lit with thesplendour of the moon. The crimson veil swathed on to her baby face, envelopingher child-like charm. Maa led her by her arm, into the warehouse, dimly lit,just like her life to come. &amp;ldquo;Always remember, hope is infinite, disappointmentisn&amp;rsquo;t&amp;rdquo; with this,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1564796/</link>
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			<title>Inseparable </title>
			<description>Somewhere between fighting separation cases for others,the two divorce lawyers became inseparable..!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1559366/</link>
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			<title>Wasteful Victory </title>
			<description>The lanes that once brimmed with chatter had gone silent.War was finally over and won, but nobody left to celebrate the victory.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1553114/</link>
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			<title>Twilight</title>
			<description>He was the darkness, she was the light.Their unison, they said, was just not right.Fought all odds, came together,Earth witnessed twilight!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1548473/</link>
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			<title>Secrets</title>
			<description>Her belly bump camouflaged in her crimson lehenga and in the reflection of the sacred pyre. The bride-to-be walked very slowly, hiding secrets both in her body and in her soul.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1547476/</link>
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			<title>The lost game</title>
			<description>This won't qualify for a story but it's actually a tiny tale wherein we write down as little as we can to express as much as we can. :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1545718/</link>
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			<title>Carving destiny</title>
			<description>This is my first attempt in poetry. I'm not giving any description really just because I wish to keep it open ended and see what meaning can people draw out of it. I'd love any reviews and stuff. :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vernika1502/1528322/</link>
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