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			<title>Status Quo</title>
			<description>Another piece from a larger story I am working on. I felt like this scene was self contained enough to stand alone.</description>
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			<title>Head-on</title>
			<description>Horns.Screech.Crunch.Shatter.Screaming.Gasoline.Smoke.Ringing.Confusion.Bleeding.Restrained.Flames.Panic.Coughing.Darkness.Yelling.Sirens.Confusion.Spinning.Pinned.Sick.Fading.Darkness.Grinding.Hands.Extraction.Agony.Lights.Sick.Spinning.Darkness..Yelling.Numbness.Silence.</description>
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			<title>The Bank Job</title>
			<description>Written as an exploration of a character's backstory from a longer story I am working on.</description>
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			<title>Thunderheads</title>
			<description>The concrete was cold against their backs. Sweat acted as a siphon, pulling heat straight from their bodies. Neither teen seemed bothered, it provided a temporary relief from the afternoon sun. Here at the end of the breakwater there was no hiding from those scorching rays. The shadow of the lightho..</description>
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