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		<description>The original writings of author Velia J. Matthews</description>
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			<title>Dark Nora</title>
			<description>Chapter 5Dark Nora(Point of View Nora)&amp;nbsp;As I watched Astaroth&amp;rsquo;s backdescend further and further from me, I was overcome with a deep rage. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Do you truly expect me to just accept that?&amp;rdquo;at the sound of my voice, Astaroth quickly turned on his heel, ey..</description>
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			<title>Acceptance</title>
			<description>Chapter FourAcceptance&amp;nbsp;	Opening the small journal, a musky scent filled mynostrils. The paper was thin scritta paper, the pages holding a light-yellowhue due to age. Every page was handwritten in swirls of splotchy ink. The firstpage lied a passage, it read;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;In thi..</description>
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			<title>It's in Your Blood</title>
			<description>Chapter ThreeIt&amp;rsquo;s in Your Blood(Point of View of Nora)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I held the thick yellowenvelope in my hands tightly, staring at the bold lettering written across thefront. I didn&amp;rsquo;t know if I should open it, or just leave and forget ..</description>
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			<title>Secrets</title>
			<description>Chapter TwoSecrets(Point of view of Pazuzu)&amp;nbsp;Walking the brightly litstreets of Manhattan, Abraxus and I scoured the area for our special littlecambion. With only her school and home of residence as guides to herwhereabouts, we were forced to rely on scent. Though we had ye..</description>
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			<title>The Red Moon</title>
			<description>Chapter OneThe Red Moon(Point of view of Nora)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;	I sat tiredly at my desklistening to my professor&amp;rsquo;s monotonous voice, his lazy drawl slowly fading intothe back ground. I glance at the analog clock and began to count down themi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/day_dreamer14/1930100/</link>
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			<title>A Cracked Mirror</title>
			<description>Nora Parker, a young college girl stuck in her routine world finds herself facing new obstacles and horrors after the siting of a rare &quot;Red Moon&quot;. Facing many battles both psychological and emotional.</description>
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			<title>Reassurance</title>
			<description>This is a poem strictly about my personal issues regarding my depression, its a little personal, but as always please be honest with your review, thank you!</description>
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