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			<title>You're Not Good Enough</title>
			<description>A story written to extricate myself from said feeling.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhammittal/2144520/</link>
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			<title>Climate Change: A World without Humans</title>
			<description>Pondering over the slogan &quot;Save the Planet&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhammittal/2085094/</link>
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			<title>Victory in Defeat</title>
			<description>A motivating follow-up to &amp;ldquo;Sword of Defeat&amp;rdquo;.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhammittal/2048487/</link>
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			<title>Sword of Defeat</title>
			<description>Written in a depressing tone and mood</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhammittal/2041025/</link>
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			<title>Serlick</title>
			<description>An attempt at an open ending, short horror story by a beginner.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shubhammittal/2033050/</link>
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			<title>Look Around</title>
			<description>Once in a short while, try to smile, and look at the world around.You might see, a small honeybee, flying above the ground.You might sense, the essence, of a freshly growing flower.You might feel, a small ant's zeal, as it scurries through the bower.Pay attention to your ear, and you might h..</description>
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			<title>The Clock</title>
			<description>I sit and look at the clock on my wall,Ticking away, with the cold heart of a machine.Fully aware of the pain it causes allWho barely know what will be, has been.It was made by a very mortal handBut, then by some inexplicable force,It took control of all the landAnd over those which ..</description>
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