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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>I'm broken, promise me you'll stop the hurting</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/1048981/</link>
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			<title>My Dream Boy</title>
			<description>Ivy got into a fight with another girl thankfully her boyfriend Tristan is willing to take care of her when she takes a couple of hits.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/1048790/</link>
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			<title>Prolouge</title>
			<description>This is where we start and it may end quickly</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/980352/</link>
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			<title>Immunity</title>
			<description>They want to return to the Surface but someone has to kill the zombies, that's where I come in, I am an Immunie ad my group of four others now will get sent to the Surface to kill these Z's.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/980351/</link>
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			<title>Here at NorthForest (a short story)</title>
			<description>I watch as Colin lights up another cigrette, the look in his eyes says he does it to belong, he doesn't do it for pleasure.Piper extended her long tanned legs over Colin's lap and relaxs against the rocks, she too light s a cigrette.I think they're going out, I'm not too sure. Both are what my mom w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/975611/</link>
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			<title>How to Write a Novel (My school project)</title>
			<description>This is a how to from my english class, please review and tell if it is good enough to hand in.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/967251/</link>
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			<title>Summer in Bamfield</title>
			<description>Nicole &quot;Nikki&quot; Summers' now has to spend the whole summer in Bamfield, British Columbia after a string of tragic events.Nicole is now in Bamfield &amp; finds out some ugly serects in this small town</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/960596/</link>
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			<title>Sorry [Short Story]</title>
			<description>It's only 50 words</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/947828/</link>
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			<title>All I've ever known</title>
			<description>All I've ever known was warAll it did was tornThrough homes and streetsKeeping eveyone seprateWhen I was sixteenI saw everything that couldn't be unseenI saw the dogs tear him upI stood there trying not to tear upHe was gone to the unknownI was still stuck the hell that is all I ha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/947752/</link>
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			<title>A Love Poem [About a boy]</title>
			<description>A Love Poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/939556/</link>
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			<title>No Going Back On This On</title>
			<description>Three days later I get a letter from B.E.F.A. in the mail with it&amp;rsquo;s seal at the front, a blue curled up fist thrust into the air and the barrier around it is black. The larger envelope itself is bright red, with my name printed on it in black bold lettering.I bring it inside and Brenda and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/931074/</link>
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			<title>Shake Hands with The Rebel</title>
			<description>The next day after school I meet Kat behind the warehouse where they hand out the food for the city, it&amp;rsquo;s not the fourth of the month no one is here.Kat has her chestnut hair is down and it stops at her shoulder blades. She is wearing a black coat zipped up to her chin and thick wool glove..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/931046/</link>
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			<title>Selling your soul for all the right reasons.</title>
			<description>I spend that night filling out the forums for B.E.F.A. Brenda&amp;rsquo;s and Luke&amp;rsquo;s are a snap because they are so young they don&amp;rsquo;t have to go through the same crap The Higher Power puts us through, the stamped numbers on our wrist, the forced marriages between the rich, the navy and whit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/931042/</link>
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			<title>Carry On, Carry On</title>
			<description>The next morning before I leave for the S.S, the phone starts ringing, I instantly pick it up.&amp;ldquo;Hello?&amp;rdquo; I answer hoping it&amp;rsquo;s one of my parents.&amp;ldquo;Hello Hunter.&amp;rdquo; My uncle greets.&amp;ldquo;What the hell do you want.&amp;rdquo; I growl.&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s not a nice way to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/844692/</link>
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			<title>They take before you can blink</title>
			<description>I walk inside the house and I see Brenda and Luke sitting on the beige carpet with wide eyes and shaking. Fear pangs my system and the knot in my stomach tightens.&amp;ldquo;Brenda, Luke. What&amp;rsquo;s wrong?&amp;rdquo; I ask.I take off my shoes, shut the door and go over to them. Brenda instantly gets..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/844690/</link>
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			<title>Games are made for the young and memories are made for the old</title>
			<description>I take the S.S to the Rec. Centre in the main square of the city, not many Beef&amp;rsquo;s travel there but I know Kat is a slight risk taker or at least a twin of Kat was.I&amp;rsquo;ve known her since First School. Before B.E.F.A, before Kat was an outcast, before greed, back when The Higher Power (B..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/844689/</link>
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			<title>I want to leave but the world won't let me go</title>
			<description>I spend the next three weeks trying to find Kat again, just to say hello or even ask a question but she is no where to be found. I can&amp;rsquo;t even find her is History which is the only class we share, her seat is empty and so are my thoughts, I just wanted to talk.Maybe her brother found out an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/844688/</link>
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			<title>They are crazy, They are insane, Ignore them</title>
			<description>I go to one of the tables in the back with my head held high. I see Misha Cardinal and Jared Lopez-Cardinal sitting there, Misha picking at his food and Jared being nervous as usual by looking around not paying any attention to the food in front of him.Jared is a prime example that the governmen..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/844687/</link>
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			<title>A bruise is better than a blade</title>
			<description>I wake up and I&amp;rsquo;m lying on a beat up cot with an ice pack on my cheek, all I remember is Kat&amp;rsquo;s fist coming towards me then impact and blackness. Oh s**t, Kat is probably in massive trouble, that b***h probably made up a story. I sit up and slightly panic, it&amp;rsquo;s all my fault. I fee..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/844685/</link>
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			<title>The Tattoo and The Hair</title>
			<description>I eat quickly from the plate in front of me, put the plate in the sink and then rush back up stairs. I look at the wall clock 8:04am.&amp;ldquo;Damn it.&amp;rdquo; I curse.I throw on a black long sleeved shirt with a green t-shirt on top of it and grey jeans with a monster size rip from the knee to al..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/844681/</link>
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			<title>Another Day, Another Day</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m running, Running towards something. I can&amp;rsquo;t stop, my breathing is laboured but I&amp;rsquo;m running, no matter what I will get her, even if it&amp;lsquo;s the last thing I do. I hear a yell of a girl and I see blue eyes then it&amp;rsquo;s gone, the monster won, again.I roll onto my back an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/844678/</link>
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			<title>The Rebels</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/844677/</link>
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			<title>I miss you</title>
			<description>My mind has tearing seemsI sit alone one the frozen cement stepsThere is nothing leftThis town is corrupt in the core and outwardsEveryone keeps to them selves, afriadafraid of the sickness that is the Higer PowerYou spoke out and they burnt you and left you to dieI saw your lifeless b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/806333/</link>
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			<title>No Title</title>
			<description>I choke back the unwanted tearsFrom the pain I feel, tearing at me.I had to stay strong for onceNo that you're gone everything feels blankthe scars left behind something the town couldn't ignoreThey put up a fight and you sufferedYou aren't crazy just, lost.I saw what they did, with th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/804909/</link>
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			<description>I use to play in a field of green and yellowEverything seemed so mellowwith you by my&amp;nbsp;side I could&amp;nbsp;do anythingUntil the man with the suit cameThey took you awayThey said you were insane And then took you awayWe miss you and the field misses you tooYou said you and I would r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/804148/</link>
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			<title>Unknown</title>
			<description>No one cameNo one heardEveryone passed byLeaving him to dieIn the icy cold winters they camefor the body the butcher toyed withIt made me sickI felt like he as still jabbing me with sticksI kept quiet like a good girlAs they took away the body I criedHe was dead and to this day I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cathyerin/803521/</link>
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