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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>PrologueName:&amp;nbsp;Henri Caesar MalloyAge:&amp;nbsp;16Sex:&amp;nbsp;MDOB:&amp;nbsp;12/11/00Grade Level:&amp;nbsp;11GPA:&amp;nbsp;4.0Occupation:&amp;nbsp;Student and Soccer Player at Central Point High School; Time TravelerHeight:&amp;nbsp;5ft. 7 in.Weight:&amp;nbsp;165 lbs.Location:&amp;nbsp;Banner Elk, North Carolina.Holds one of the..</description>
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			<title>TravelWise</title>
			<description>&quot;History is all around us, what would it be like to discover them for ourselves? It would be a whole new world of science! Time Traveling is a one-in-a-lifetime chance!&quot;</description>
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			<title>We All Fall Down</title>
			<description>I packed as much of the minimal items we had in our home. It was time for me to leave this manor. Leaving was the only option I had left for survival. How did this all happen? This disease. Invasions. Death... What caused it? I thought. As I walked outside, I could yet again smell the scent of dead ..</description>
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			<title>A Pocketful of Posies.. Ashes, Ashes</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Which leads us back to where we are now. Inside the manor walls; having lost everything we had and becoming poor. Now known as Peasants; or Serfs. At least we had a somewhat decent lifestyle. And of course, death had come upon us once again.&amp;nbsp;This time it wasn't an attack, but possi..</description>
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			<title>Ring Around the Rosie</title>
			<description>Ring Around the Rosie...Everything was fine. My family was just working on our fiefs, providing for the king and the ones who protect us. My brother and I running through the forest; dancing in the damp fields; it was all calm. That is until death ca,e upon us.As a young peasant girl living in the t..</description>
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			<title>We All Fall Down</title>
			<description>Living in the Middle Ages, Adeline struggles to escape death from numerous situations. Will she survive?</description>
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			<title>Introduction</title>
			<description>Part 1: IntroductionThere are many aspects of the mind of a writer. Not every writer will be the same, however. Let us take a peek inside the mind of one.Now I know what you must be thinking. &amp;ldquo;Why do I want to know about the inside of a random person&amp;rsquo;s brain? Every person has the same pa..</description>
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			<title>Anatomy of a Writer's Mind</title>
			<description>The mind of a writer varies. Many are alike yet just the same. Let us explore the mind of one.</description>
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			<title>Voices (Poem)</title>
			<description>Voices.That&amp;rsquo;s pretty much all I hear.At schoolAt home.But most commonlyIn my headSometimes it&amp;rsquo;s screamingOther times there&amp;rsquo;s sobbingThen there are whispers.I can hear them pouring out of my earsOccasionally drowning out the outside worldQuestionsAnswersSingingSighingThe howl of ang..</description>
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			<title>Melodies versus Harmonies (Poem)</title>
			<description>There are two types of people in this world.There are the&amp;nbsp;Melodies.And there are the&amp;nbsp;HarmoniesThe Melodies are the well-known&amp;nbsp;kids in&amp;nbsp;school.The popular crowd.Who get most of the attention from peers.Admired by many, if not all.Some Harmonies want to be them.The Harmonies are the..</description>
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			<title>A Tide of Pages (Short Story)</title>
			<description>There they sat. The triplets: Joseph, Glenn, and Constance. On top of their kingdom of books. Oh, how they adored reading. Books piled against walls, off of shelves, and scattered across the floor of the study. Any source of reading could be found there.&amp;nbsp; As children of parents who worked as re..</description>
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			<title>Puerto Rico Research (Essay)</title>
			<description>I'm part Puerto Rican, so I chose to do this island for a project, Again. my teacher didn't assign us to finish it.</description>
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			<title>Addressing Issues in Our Community (Essay)</title>
			<description>A math essay</description>
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			<title>Industrial Revolution Rough Draft (Essay)</title>
			<description>Unfortunately, my teacher never assigned the final draft</description>
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			<title>I Was Raised By (Poem/Essay)</title>
			<description>I was raised byStrangers in a plastic box warmingHeart rate monitoringGentle hands comfortingFor a month longDay and Night shift sharingDoctors, Nurses and Angelic type of caringArms carryingMunchkin callingDetermination in eyesHours of hard workingMotherly love kind of caringLoud spokenWitty minded..</description>
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			<title>American Dream (Essay)</title>
			<description>The American Dream is hopes to receive a better life in America. Better opportunities for freedom, jobs, and equality. &quot;The Writer in the Family by E.L. Doctorow and American History&amp;nbsp;by Judith Ortiz Cofer both include perspectives on the American Dream. One by Jonathan from The Writer in the Fa..</description>
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			<title>Anxiety (Poem)</title>
			<description>AnxietyI am the one who breaks her mind.I am the one who breaks her heart.My voices are the ones that bully her the most out of all the people that doI am the one that makes her heart raceI am the one who makes her hyperventilate&amp;nbsp;My words causes her mind to go belligerentYet she walks down the ..</description>
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			<title>Poems, Short Stories, and Essays</title>
			<description>Behold! A collection of poems, short stories, and school essays, has been given to you.</description>
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			<title>ONE</title>
			<description>My eyes shot open as I gulped in a generous amount of air. While my eyes were still trying to focus themselves, I gazed around my surroundings. The place was dark. No sound was heard. Only the tinted glow of the emergency light lit up the spot where i lay. Buzzing noises also emerged from it. Smells..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>You know how people say, &amp;ldquo;I want to be immortal. I don't want to die?&amp;rdquo; Well, that's the worst thing you could wish for.I've always been prone to nightmares. Even today as an adult. You might think that at the age of twenty-two, I should have overcome nightmares a long time ago. But, they..</description>
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			<title>Infinite Illusions</title>
			<description>The year 2255, government scientists gather the overpopulating group known as illusionists. Manny is an illusionist. Joining in with an old friend, and a necromancer, one shot to stop the apocalypse</description>
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