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		<description>The original writings of author Seltala</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;What about this one?&amp;rdquo; I walk out of my bedroom, and find Jackie, who stands in the common room. She tilts her head, examining my outfit. A long moment of silence passes as she stares at me, and I begin to sweat. &amp;ldquo;Change the purse, and you&amp;rsquo;re set.&amp;rdquo; she finally says, nod..</description>
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			<title>Fear. </title>
			<description>YAYYY FEAR EVERYBODY FREAK OUT OMGGGG</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>yayyy</description>
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			<title>Moment of Clarity.</title>
			<description>A small description to simulate what it feels like to disassociate from reality. This is my moment of Clarity.</description>
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			<title>Pseudonymous Memoirs</title>
			<description>Sad little whiteboard story :(</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>My feet thud against the cold, unforgiving floor-- each hurried breath feels precarious, teetering on the edge of panic. My heart violently thrashes against my ribcage as I dash down the dimly lit hallway. The blaring alarms echo in my ears, flashing red and blue like a chaotic strobe light. The sma..</description>
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			<title>Gloom</title>
			<description>Follow the story of vigilante &quot;Gloom&quot; as she juggles with college debt, a double life, friends, and maybe even love. </description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Ivy, Jace, Haley, and Tad&amp;nbsp; found themselves anchored in the heart of The Hub, a vibrant place that contrasted sharply with the shadows and dangers they had faced on their quest. The air was crisp and invigorating, and the sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow that enveloped the group ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>The city was stirring with people, with slim white clouds stretching across the sky, giving way only to the towering skyscrapers that reached towards the heavens. Under the hot sun, thousands of people pushed their way through the throngs of foot traffic that filled the streets. Amidst the crowd, a ..</description>
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			<title>Prolouge</title>
			<description>The only person in the car that didn&amp;rsquo;t make Ivy feel the urge to strangle them was Haley, her best friend, who was now watching the raindrops run down the window with one headphone in,	glassy-eyed and full of hope, as usual. She was olive skinned, with silky chestnut brown hair pulled into a h..</description>
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			<title>Press Start</title>
			<description>Four orphaned teens on a trip to Hollywood find themselves in an alternate video game dimension and dive headfirst into a glitzy new world. </description>
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