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			<title>The Forgotten</title>
			<description>	Once we pulled into my driveway, we rushed inside. &amp;nbsp;I slammed the door and ran to the kitchen to grab the salt. &amp;nbsp;	&quot;Anthony, come take this thing off of me. &amp;nbsp;I can't find the clasp!&quot; &amp;nbsp;I shouted, but when I turned around he was there already in the kitchen. &amp;nbsp;	&quot;Okay, alright, ..</description>
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			<title>Stripped </title>
			<description>	Anthony's apartment was small but clean, the walls were painted white and not decorated, and his furniture was simple; a tan colored couch and chair with a glass coffee table set up to face a small flat-screen TV across the room. &amp;nbsp;It was not what I had expected at all. &amp;nbsp;When we made it to..</description>
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			<title>A Gift </title>
			<description>	I awoke a short two hours after falling asleep. &amp;nbsp;I was exhausted, but for some reason rest was practically out of the question. &amp;nbsp;I tried to keep my eyes closed, and only think of my unrealistic evening with Anthony, but my cause was hopeless. &amp;nbsp;I rolled onto my side and starred at Ant..</description>
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			<title>&quot;I love you too.&quot; </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anthony looked at me puzzled, he was completely confused&amp;nbsp;about what was going on with Alana.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, I didn't really understand what was going on myself.&amp;nbsp; My skin was on fire, and my head was killing me, my body craved for a very personal sedati..</description>
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			<title>Elisa's Promise</title>
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			<title>Revenge of the Forgotten</title>
			<description>Ryan Garcia is tormented with his transgressions and the loss of his lover's memories.  With the help of his cousin, Elisa, who has grown distant to him, he seeks out revenge against Sofie Jackobs.  </description>
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			<title>Dead To Me</title>
			<description>	I arrived at the hospital, and for some reason I was having a hard time dragging myself inside. &amp;nbsp;I knew that Elisa would have rushed to get there as quickly as she could, and, I knew if I didn't so something Elisa would never forgive me. &amp;nbsp;I closed the car door and paused to look at the re..</description>
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			<title>Psychopath</title>
			<description>	It was then that I realized that everything Elisa had just said to me was true, I was becoming a monster, and here I was about to hurt another person I truly cared about. &amp;nbsp;I took my hand away from Alana's face and studied her laying there unconscious. &amp;nbsp;There had been a time when Alana and..</description>
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			<title>Description/Forgotten prequel?</title>
			<description>See also*** http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/jrrodriguez87/679600/</description>
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			<title>Sofie? </title>
			<description>	&quot;This&amp;nbsp;is your house?&quot; &amp;nbsp;Sofie asked sounding dazzled at the sight. &amp;nbsp;	&quot;Yeah, to be honest, I probably have too much money for my own good.&quot; &amp;nbsp;I told her matter-of-factually. &amp;nbsp;She pulled the emergency break and cut the engine, pivoting herself in the driver's seat so she could ..</description>
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			<title>Midnight Disaster: A Forgotten Story</title>
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			<title>Party Favor </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;After helping her get her arm bandaged I walked with Alana to her room, to help her into bed. &amp;nbsp;She was still upset and crying and refused to say anything to me. &amp;nbsp;Each time I reached out to help she jerked her body away from me. &amp;nbsp;I didn't waste much time with..</description>
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			<title>Bad Dream</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I opened my eyes slowly trying not to move too suddenly.&amp;nbsp; Strangely though when I opened my eyes I wasn't greeted by any nurses or doctors.&amp;nbsp; No, instead I awoke in a what seemed like a dense forest.&amp;nbsp; The leaves of the trees were so dense I couldn't..</description>
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			<title>Threat</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The next morning was a bit odd to me, I woke up feeling as though I had a hang-over, and it was unpleasant.&amp;nbsp; I could smell coffee coming from the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Alana must have brewed some.&amp;nbsp; I thought, quietly,&amp;nbsp;to myself.&amp;nbsp; I grabbed my phone at my b..</description>
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			<title>Puppet</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I stood there for a moment looking at Elisa's car which was now exiting the parking lot.&amp;nbsp; Follow her!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I heard a honk from across the parking lot where Anthony had been parked.&amp;nbsp; My mind was running so quickly, I could hardly sort the thoughts,..</description>
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			<title>Accusation</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I pulled up to work, parked, and sat in my car thinking about my earlier conversation with Daniel.&amp;nbsp; I ran over everything I had told him, and about how crazy I had probably sounded to him.&amp;nbsp; I thought about whether I should have told him what I had,&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>Confidant</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Several days passed and things seemed strangely uncomfortable for me.&amp;nbsp; I could feel everything starting to intensify as each day passed and it was starting to become unbearable again.&amp;nbsp; I was having trouble sleeping even. &amp;nbsp;In fact, I awoke from the same ..</description>
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			<title>John</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My sleep was broken that night, filled with nightmares of Travis' memories.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I saw flashes of his wedding, first kisses, even the day we met, and it was haunting me.&amp;nbsp; My conscience was breaking through, and I was more myself now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;	I wok..</description>
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			<title>Killer</title>
			<description>	I arrived to the hospital within just a few minutes.&amp;nbsp; I had to get inside. &amp;nbsp;I had to know that Leonna was going to be okay.&amp;nbsp; I rushed from the car to the entrance of the emergency room and through the door.&amp;nbsp; I saw a nurse standing at the desk, and she looked familiar, she turned..</description>
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			<title>The Hospital</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Work seemed more interesting today, not because of anything in particular, but something about it had me anxious.&amp;nbsp; I was thinking about my upcoming dinner with Leonna and I couldn't wait to do that, but it wasn't what stood out.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't put my finge..</description>
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			<title>Discovery</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Oh my god, Ryan!&amp;rdquo; &amp;nbsp;I heard Alana&amp;rsquo;s voice break through the blackness as she called to me. &amp;nbsp;Her footsteps against the ground were quick, she must have been running. &amp;nbsp;I heard her grab my keys before she got to me. &amp;nbsp;Everythin..</description>
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			<title>Aftermath</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This has to be a dream.&amp;nbsp; I thought to myself. &amp;nbsp;I glanced from the road to the passenger seat. &amp;nbsp;There she was, my best friend, beautiful blonde hair and icy blue eyes, lightly tanned, almost perfect skin, as gorgeous as ever. &amp;nbsp;Quickly, I returned my a..</description>
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			<title>Sins of the Forgotten</title>
			<description>Ryan Garcia realizes, after recovering from an accident, that certain things have changed.  He realizes that he can make things change, and his love affair takes a strange toll on his ability. </description>
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