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			<title>The Funny King</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once upon a time, not&amp;nbsp;long ago, in a&amp;nbsp;funny&amp;nbsp;kind of&amp;nbsp;place,&amp;nbsp;quite like one you might know, there lived kings, nobles, knights, and princes well-dressed, queens, peasants, farmers, and damsels distressed. This place was ruled over by a fat little king, a funny sort ..</description>
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			<title>Haiku 1</title>
			<description>Contest Submission</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Confidential/767987/</link>
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			<title>Note to Nobody</title>
			<description>She&amp;nbsp;sat alone in her favorite armchair- the only piece of furniture in the apartment which had ever&amp;nbsp;been used. In her lap she held a clipboard, to which was attached a single sheet of blank, lined paper.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Confidential/766453/</link>
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			<title>Christmas Island </title>
			<description>A young soldier is part of a group that unknowingly becomes the subjects of observation by the government on the phys./psych. effects of experiencing nuclear weapons attacks. Based on a true story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Confidential/763386/</link>
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			<title>Beautiful Rain</title>
			<description>Beautiful rain, always making my day.Where is it you go? I wish that you'd stay!&amp;nbsp;Whenever your here, most folks stay indoors.I prefer rain-soaked earth to hardwood floors.It's raining, pouring, but inside's boring!It's inside I find myself abhorring .&amp;nbsp;Sunny skies can be nic..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Confidential/588187/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Prologue&amp;nbsp;&quot;S...we need to get ou......st, sir!&quot;&quot;Voices...what are those voices?&quot; I thought.&quot;.........wn! I repeat, POTUS is down!&quot;The voices were getting slightly louder now, yet still muffled, and my ears were ringing horribly...I tried to move around some now that I was regaining con..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Confidential/586090/</link>
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			<title>POTUS Down</title>
			<description>(Set in the near future) After the 47th President of the United States survives an assassination attempt, he awakens with amnesia, and must cope with the ensuing difficulties- personal, and political.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Confidential/586089/</link>
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			<title>A Beautiful Death</title>
			<description>Chapter IV (A Beautiful Death)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Katherine lay face up on an early 20th century style bear fur rug. Blood was slowly pooling around her head, shimmering as it reflected the light from the plumes of fire beginning to engulf the upstair..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Confidential/585093/</link>
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			<title>Chapter III: &quot;Liza Goldfinch&quot;</title>
			<description>Chapter III, &quot;Liza Goldfinch&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was twelve o'clock a.m. As in midnight. The first of many late nights (or rather, early mornings) to come. I eased what I wish I could call my 'trusty' (and very OLD) police cruiser in to an increasi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Confidential/585092/</link>
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			<title>In a World Where...</title>
			<description>In a world of 6 billion tortured soulsIn a world with no respect for young or oldIn a world where lives are lost over oil, and coalsIn a world driven by the quest for silver and gold&amp;nbsp;In a world where it matters who builds the tallest towerIn a world not ruled by the power of love,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Confidential/584907/</link>
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			<title>Chapter II: &quot;Say Cheese&quot;</title>
			<description>Chapter II, &quot;Say Cheese&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When Amy Goldsmith woke up, she couldn't see; she was sitting in an uncomfortable metal folding chair, hands tied behind her back, ankles bound, with a blindfold securely covering her eyes. If she hadn't bee..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Confidential/584710/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</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;&amp;nbsp;I leafed lazily through the grisly photo album. &quot;And, these pictures are all victims?&quot; I said, dropping the open book on to a large pile of evidence. Standing on the other side of the table, Sgt. Reginald (Regge) Pri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Confidential/584709/</link>
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			<title>Kodak Moments: The Story of a Killer, Part I: The Calm Before</title>
			<description>The LRPD joins forces with the FBI to track a terrifying serial killer who has been active in the Little Rock area for decades, but they soon realize they may just not be up to the task. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Confidential/584707/</link>
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			<title>The Murder of Ravens</title>
			<description>Haraldur, a troubled young man in 16th-century Iceland, attempts to avenge the murder of the only one with whom he was ever emotionally attached -his mother- by killing the one responsible.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Confidential/584132/</link>
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			<title>Broken Glass</title>
			<description>A young man blunders through an unusually vivid nightmare, only to awaken to a day in his ordinary life, in which he soon begins noticing unlikely and eerie similarities to his nightmare.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Confidential/584088/</link>
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