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		<description>The original writings of author Zachary Barksdale</description>
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			<title>Misery </title>
			<description>A vien had been watching his dad. He turned around to check out the alleyway. Stopping in front of it, he stood there trying to see what had made the light. He noticed a bit of smoke curling itself through the air coming out of the darkness. He was a little afraid of the darkness now. He could not s..</description>
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			<title>Traveling</title>
			<description>Opening the door, he walked inside the hut and over to the basin. His mother was by the wood-stove, tending to the fire. His father was sitting at the small kitchen table in the middle of the room, going over some lists of items that we needed. There was one window in the kitchen, centered right abo..</description>
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			<title>Ideas</title>
			<description>It was dusk, the sun was just setting and a young man was crouching down among the squash in his father's garden. On his right there stood a small peasant&amp;rsquo;s hut. On his left and beyond the garden, the worn, decapitated fence was cooling after a hot day. Outside of its perimeter, pastured lands..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erra_Siddharth/941655/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;* &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; *Prologue&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Once, in the forests of a far-off land, a truly amazing thing happened..............&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Firesoul</title>
			<description>Fantasy Adventure</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Erra_Siddharth/912970/</link>
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			<title>By My Side</title>
			<description>Alice,Without your warmth, by my side - I fear I'll go insane.Yet,With you there, by my side - a feeling I can't contain.Wait,Remember when, by my side - you whispered in my ear?Alice,Times like those, by my side - I... *cries a happy tear*</description>
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