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			<title>The Shadows</title>
			<description>Don't become them...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2094542/</link>
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			<title>Pencil</title>
			<description>based on a true story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2069870/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3 (new version)</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;So&amp;hellip; what do you want to do?&amp;rdquo;It was July. Nina, another friend of mine, decided to come over on a whim. We were now in the usual hangout spot, a treehouse that my dad and older twin brothers built as a summer project. Our house was surrounded on almost all sides by trees, so they ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2042206/</link>
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			<title>[Shocker]</title>
			<description>Being the daughter of the most feared man on earth isn't easy...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2038239/</link>
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			<title>Purpose</title>
			<description>Written with the help of Crazy Dragon Lady</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2032854/</link>
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			<title>The Song in My Head</title>
			<description>An ode to Early Morning Jazz</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2027960/</link>
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			<title>Ice</title>
			<description>Based on a... actually, most of my work is based on a true story...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2027788/</link>
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			<title>Saxophone 2</title>
			<description>Another love poem to the saxophone...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2025741/</link>
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			<title>Downfall</title>
			<description>When a not-so-ordinary family gets back from an ordinary camping trip...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2025732/</link>
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			<title>Precipice</title>
			<description>Part of &quot;Darkness Complete&quot; by Jay, Crazy Dragon Lady and me. It was so good I decided to publish it standing alone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2025729/</link>
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			<title>Dreamworld</title>
			<description>For Jay's &quot;Breaking the Line&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2025727/</link>
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			<title>One-shots and Short Stories</title>
			<description>I have quite the collection of little stories...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2025726/</link>
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			<title>Ode to Leila</title>
			<description>Cat fur...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2023411/</link>
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			<title>When I get bored in my English class</title>
			<description>This is sadly true...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2023326/</link>
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			<title>Grass</title>
			<description>Look at the grass...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2023319/</link>
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			<title>Saxophone</title>
			<description>My pride, joy, and favorite toy</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2023317/</link>
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			<title>Where do i stand in your eyes</title>
			<description>It's all about perspective...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2023313/</link>
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			<title>They were standing there</title>
			<description>I looked in the mirror</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2023310/</link>
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			<title>I get bored in my English class: An anthology of poems</title>
			<description>Based on a true story...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2023309/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 9</title>
			<description>A long time passed after I crashed into that guy with the spiky green-and-blue hair and brown eyes I somehow could recognize. We both went on with our lives of fighting crime. I preferred to work solo. Not only that, my skill and personality had earned me a good slot among the public, so good, in fa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2003021/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 8</title>
			<description>About a week later, I had several tools and weapons that would be extremely useful for this mission and beyond. I had created a spyder-string rope, so strong that it could only be cut by vibranium and diamond, but so light and compact I could fit it in a small spot on my belt. I had also made a mini..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2003018/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>A few months after the mysterious bird was taken away from him, Agent 12 was assigned an equally mysterious mission. What was weird about it was that he was going alone. Normally, there was a group of two or three, even on a mission to get a small bit of information. What&amp;rsquo;s more: they wouldn&amp;r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2003017/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>When the official took the hood off, I was perched in another interrogation room on the table. Again?! I thought. These interrogations were starting to get annoying. The door clicked open. A skittish-looking man with a lab coat on and blonde hair that stuck out in all directions walked&quot; no, crept in..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2003016/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>Cuts. Scrapes. Bruises. Running through thin air. Cuts. Scrapes. Bruises. Belts shimmering in sun. Cuts. Scrapes. Bruises. Falling, falling, falling&amp;hellip; Cuts. Scrapes. Bruises. Peregrine falcons tugged off of fists&amp;hellip; Cuts. Scrapes. Bruises. Hairdye and blood. Cuts. Scrapes. Bruises. Broken..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2003015/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;How long before the sedative wears off?&amp;rdquo; Morgan asked the official next to her. The man checked his watch. &amp;ldquo;In three&amp;hellip; two&amp;hellip; one...&amp;rdquo;Instead of the captive waking up in groggy confusion, she woke up with a start. Her head jerked up, and not immediately looking at ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2003014/</link>
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			<title>The line between past and future</title>
			<description>Thanks for reading and taking the time to review my work! There's more after this, but it's an older version and is littered with plot holes, horrible pacing, and less detail. Feel free to read it, but know I will be changing things about it in the future. Thanks! =)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/2003012/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Johnny remembered the day he got sick too clearly. It had first started with a mild cough. Then the feeling that he wanted to throw up. He couldn&amp;rsquo;t sleep either, all he could do was cough. The next morning, large black circles marked below his eyes. Then he started to cough up blood. Johnny&amp;rs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/1993249/</link>
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			<title>2: Fugitives</title>
			<description>6 months earlier, in the chilly streets of Wallace, Idaho...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/1992330/</link>
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			<title>Innocence...</title>
			<description>When It turns away...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/1986073/</link>
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			<title>Society</title>
			<description>One day I was writing when Society ambushed me...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/1981723/</link>
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			<title>1: Ordinary?</title>
			<description>It was a normal day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the trees that watched over the football field cast a shadow perfect for relaxing in. It was, in fact, in good use, for four girls lay in the shadow, enjoying all there was to enjoy to this perfectly normal day.&amp;nbsp;Maybe too nor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/1979194/</link>
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			<title>We Four Prodigies</title>
			<description>Three kids and a griffin who try to save the world, with some conflicting government officials, magic swords, and falconry thrown in.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wilson_the_griff/1979190/</link>
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