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		<description>The original writings of author P. Bienert</description>
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			<title>The Atlas Highway</title>
			<description>A short realistic depiction of a man's grief over his wife's passing and how he attempted to fulfill a promise to see the world even after she had gone. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pbienert1991/1635050/</link>
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			<title>Yesterday I watched Chloe Die</title>
			<description>Yesterday I watched Chloe die. If only I could have been more alert, I would have stopped it from happening. But I wasn&amp;rsquo;t, and I have to stop blaming myself. Does one ever move on from the death of a loved one?I imagine her face and I remember how beautiful she was. Yet underneath that porcela..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pbienert1991/1283424/</link>
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			<title>Yesterday I watched Chloe Die</title>
			<description>A tragic story of falling in love on the third day, and getting heartbroken on the sixth.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pbienert1991/1283421/</link>
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			<title>Into The River We Fall</title>
			<description>A short love story between two young women that transcended all.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pbienert1991/1101581/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>	On the 3rdof November 1993, sixteen-year old Ella Matheson went missing. With no eyewitnesses or substantial amount of evidence to carry out a full investigation,the case was deemed hopeless.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Simply put, the girl merely vanishedwitho..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pbienert1991/1063699/</link>
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			<title>Arresting Liberty</title>
			<description>November 3rd, 1993  - Ella Matheson disappears without a trace and resurfaces thirteen years later, yet no longer her old self.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pbienert1991/1063697/</link>
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			<title>A One-sided Love</title>
			<description>We all get that moment now and again, when you just want someone so bad but it seems like the possibility of it becoming true is light years out of arm's reach.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pbienert1991/1058946/</link>
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			<title>Face it, you care too much about what they think.</title>
			<description>An article/&quot;experiment&quot; to expose the strange behaviours of the human mind.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pbienert1991/943417/</link>
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			<title>The Beginning of the End</title>
			<description>A century ago, global warming had sucked most of the Earth's life out of it. Russia was the only country to survive it, and everybody was keen on surviving. Yet it wasn't going to be that easy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pbienert1991/871138/</link>
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			<title>Imperium</title>
			<description>A hundred years after most of the Earth has sunk in the ocean, Russia has been rebuilt into a futuristic world and renamed into Imperium. But the world has less than 12 months until its final closure.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pbienert1991/871122/</link>
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			<title>A Thrilling Love Poem</title>
			<description>I was very fond of horror movies and the like as a kid. I wrote this poem when I was thirteen.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pbienert1991/828565/</link>
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			<title>The Boy In My Beautiful Nightmare</title>
			<description>There is a mysterious boy in my dreams who I have no knowledge of; yet as the nights progress, I find that he is more of a reality than an apparition. Is it a dream or a reality?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pbienert1991/825265/</link>
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