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			<title>The Tragedy of Macbeth (Zombie Ver.)</title>
			<description>Macbeth&amp;hellip;. Macbeth&amp;hellip;. Macbeth&amp;hellip;. MACBETH!&amp;rdquo; the voices echoed throughout Scotland. The voices spoke slow and soft and grew louder and angrier the more they spoke.The forest green colored earth rumbled and roared underneath the pale full white moonlight as if it were about ..</description>
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			<title>The Sinking of A.T.L.A.N.T.I.S.</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;&amp;Tau;&amp;iota; &amp;epsilon;&amp;#943;&amp;nu;&amp;alpha;&amp;iota; &amp;alpha;&amp;upsilon;&amp;tau;&amp;#972; &amp;pi;&amp;omicron;&amp;upsilon; &amp;epsilon;&amp;pi;&amp;iota;&amp;delta;&amp;iota;&amp;#974;&amp;kappa;&amp;epsilon;&amp;iota; &amp;mu;&amp;alpha;&amp;sigmaf; &amp;mu;&amp;epsilon;&amp;gamma;&amp;#940;&amp;lambda;&amp;eta; &amp;kappa;&amp;alpha;&amp;iota; &amp;Pi;&amp;alpha;&amp;nu;&amp;tau;&amp;omicron;&amp;delta;&amp;#973;&amp;nu;&amp;alpha;..</description>
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			<title>The Heart of Italy (II cuore dell'Italia)</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Alessandro, svegliarsi dal figlio, stiamo andando a essere in ritardo (Alessandro, wake up son, we're going to be late).&amp;rdquo; my mom said as she gently pushed on me.&amp;ldquo;Non voglio andare (I don&amp;rsquo;t want to go).&amp;rdquo; I moaned.&amp;ldquo;Ma dobbiamo, quindi alzarsi e vestirsi, prim..</description>
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			<title>The Evil Storm</title>
			<description>I was born into a world of chaos. A world where violence and abuse were taught at an early age. I spent my waking hours trying to escape from my world and everything in it, but I soon realized, this, is who I was and always would be until I was in Davey Jones&amp;rsquo;s Locker&amp;hellip;.I was lying f..</description>
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			<title>Super X</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo; What should we do with him? &amp;ldquo; the white-haired woman asked as she stood over my unconscious body. &amp;ldquo; I&amp;rsquo;m not sure yet Ororo. &amp;ldquo; the bald headed man in the wheelchair said as he used the joystick-type thing to move it closer to where I lay. I know they say when you&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<title>Blue</title>
			<description>Young heard the faint yells and cheers that were the crowd in the parking lot. Cheers of encouragement were so loud that his attention was momentarily called away from the fight. Archie&amp;rsquo;s leg swept out in a wide, graceful art, connecting with Young&amp;rsquo;s ankles, throwing him off balance. W..</description>
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			<title>The Secret of Pandora's Box</title>
			<description>So, one day, while hanging out around the house with my best friend, Seth, my sister Kate and her Best friend, Elizabeth, I came up with this bright idea. &amp;ldquo;Hey, Seth, I got an idea. &amp;ldquo; I whispered, grinning at him. He turned his head and looked at me like, &amp;ldquo;Not again John. &amp;ldquo;..</description>
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			<title>The Ghost of John Dillinger</title>
			<description>Indianapolis, Indiana, present day&amp;hellip;. Crown Hill Cemetery, while I hated this place, I also couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but love it at the same time. I knew every story about every person buried here. But the one that stuck out most to me was John Herbert Dillinger. And as I stood in front of his gr..</description>
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			<title>The Curse</title>
			<description>Akkadian Empire, twenty years ago&amp;hellip;.. I was born, Princess Katana Paradox of Griffin&amp;rsquo;s Kingdom. My mother and father raised me with every advantage available. But my father also trained me to be a warrior, for Griffin&amp;rsquo;s Kingdom would soon experience dark times.Akkadian Empire, ..</description>
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			<title>Purgatory</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo; Look, Myles, we&amp;rsquo;ve been through this already, I can&amp;rsquo;t do this anymore, I&amp;rsquo;m leaving you. &amp;ldquo; my girlfriend, Alyce, said as she stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut behind her. I sighed, and looked out of the window and watched her back out of the driveway, ..</description>
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			<title>Forbidden Prayer Ring</title>
			<description>I fell asleep without realizing it and awoke to silence. The wind had stopped blowing so hard and I dared to crawl out from underneath the shack and into what little sunshine there was left. There were houses, stacked on top of each other all around me with several shacks scattered in between them..</description>
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			<title>The Needle</title>
			<description>Seattle, Washington, present day&amp;hellip;. Sky City restaurant was dead, which was strange this time of day because it was usually so crammed full of people you couldn&amp;rsquo;t even find a table to sit at. I looked out of the window at the city below, it was way ahead of its time, I guessed several ..</description>
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			<title>The Fiddle of Gold</title>
			<description>Johnny sat under the shade of a peach tree and slowly dragged the horsehair bow across the strings of his fiddle. A chill ran up his spine and then back down as he listened to the sweet note ring in his ears. He smiled, then set the dark cherry wood instrument down at his feet in front of him alon..</description>
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			<title>Super X Bio</title>
			<description>Code Name: Super XReal Name: Bradley Aron Stammossen - MunroeDate of birth: August 9, 1986Place of birth: Oklahoma City, OklahomaParents: Jim &amp;amp; Anna StammossenHeight: 7&amp;rsquo;5&amp;rdquo;Weight: 300 lbs. - all lean muscleHair color: jet blackSkin color: dark blue w/ religious marki..</description>
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			<title>My Brother Andy</title>
			<description>An original hand-painted face, natural dyed-blanket stitched vest, and hand-stitched poly-vinyl, hat. And an empty gun holster at his belt. How could anyone love a toy so much? Two people in this world could, did, and still do. My best friend and &amp;ldquo;brother&amp;ldquo;, Andy, and myself.Andy isn&amp;..</description>
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			<title>False Emotion</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;C&amp;rsquo;mon, Vance, let&amp;rsquo;s go somewhere, please, this is so boring.&amp;rdquo; I moaned as I laid with my feet over the back of the couch, I stared at the TV, which looked upside down.&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t do that, all the blood&amp;rsquo;s going to rush to your head.&amp;rdquo; he said, rolling hi..</description>
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