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			<title>I'm not a Player, I just enjoy the Game. </title>
			<description>I wrote this randomly. It isn't connected to anything, just a piece I pulled out of my a*s one day when I felt like writing. It's sort of a sick piece, about a rapist form his point of view. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sibyl/388438/</link>
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			<title>An Ending</title>
			<description>Rough Edit</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sibyl/378111/</link>
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			<title>A Meeting</title>
			<description>Rough Outline</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sibyl/378110/</link>
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			<title>A Start.</title>
			<description>This is the first chapter depicting the character Annie Shaw and her life and connection to her students.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sibyl/364944/</link>
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			<title>Two Lives (working Title)</title>
			<description>A novel depicting two separate lives and how they meet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sibyl/364943/</link>
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			<title>Have You Seen My Sanity?</title>
			<description>This is clearly unfinished, just thought I'd post it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sibyl/286459/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Fuzzy sounds made their way into Arla&amp;rsquo;s ears. What seemed to be a man&amp;rsquo;s voice mumbled something about a baby. The vision of the rotting arm flashed through her thoughts, making her stomach ache. Suddenly she realized that she felt wet. Blinking and opening her eyes, she reach down her ni..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sibyl/285939/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>The inside of the castle smelled like death. The stench rolled through the halls, but it was empty. Everything was dark, the castle look uninhabited, and uncleaned. Every room was covered in dust and the bricks were falling out of the walls. The breeze that came in through the windows stirred up dus..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sibyl/285516/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The babies were pulled from their tired, grasping mothers and handed off down the line of armored soldiers. One by one the new mothers were left crying, huddled in a heap of bedding and blood. The room smelled of sweat and salt, the air was musty. The walls were dark brown, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sibyl/285244/</link>
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			<title>Babes of Bryndis</title>
			<description>One by one the new mothers were left crying, huddled in a heap of bedding and blood.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sibyl/285243/</link>
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