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			<title>The World Goes Blind</title>
			<description>A short story about a man in a rebellion against a dictatorship.</description>
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			<title>Never Hate</title>
			<description>Terran sat quietly on the edge of his bed, still sore from the beating he had endured. His clothes were dirty and even though any deep injuries had been healed he still had black and blue bruises all over his body.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;I just can&amp;rsquo;t get a break!&amp;rdquo; I huffed in annoyance. Although th..</description>
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			<title>Chase</title>
			<description>Terran was running. He always ended up running. His tiny feet were scratched constantly as he ran down the path but he knew he&amp;rsquo;d be hurt worse if he went back for his shoes.He exhaled harshly, his lungs burning from the excess running.&amp;nbsp;&amp;lsquo;Home- I just have to make it home- just a litt..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>P.O.V- Unknown&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lsquo;I write this letter knowing that none may read it, but after all, it is for none to see. The years have taken their toll, I&amp;rsquo;ve grown weary. I know what I&amp;rsquo;ve become, and I know well why my life has turned out the way it has. If my younger..</description>
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			<title>Life of an Elf</title>
			<description>Terran is an elf. Constantly bullied by his peers he looks to the beast ceremony to save him from his place as the dunce of the clan, but he may get more than he bargained for.</description>
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