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			<title>Demise Left a Scar</title>
			<description>My attempt at a short story that I know is too long.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Silence surrounded me like adark blanket. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t shake it or remove it. My thoughts were spiraling,going every direction I didn&amp;rsquo;t want them to go. The Honda started to scream atme in the form of a beeping noise, making me aware of the fact that I h..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>The obnoxious beeping of thealarm once again awakened me. Rik rolled over and hit the button with a bitmore force than necessary. My personal space heater sat on the edge of the bedfor a moment, rubbing his eyes and letting out a low groan in protest. He putboth..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Myeyes shot open, startled and shifting back and forth trying to figure out whereI was. I felt as though I had just got done running a marathon. My heart wasracing, echoing throughout my entire body. Sweat beaded upon my forehead, likethe morning dew on a cool..</description>
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			<title>The Time Traveler's Postcard</title>
			<description>A story about a young woman who has the ability to travel through postcards in her dreams. She also ends up reunited with her father, whom she hasn't seen or spoken to since a very young age. </description>
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