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			<title>Chapter 10</title>
			<description>Chapter 10&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Abby wassobbing uncontrollably. Brock picked the child up and before theywere able to fully see the creature, they were dashing down the hallway, awayfrom the thing. Whatever it was, it wasn&amp;rsquo;t moving..</description>
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			<title>A Creature of the Night</title>
			<description>A girl is being hunted by something unknown in the forest.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seanygaiden/1088111/</link>
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			<title>Trenched</title>
			<description>A soldiers last moments in the trenches before he goes over the top into No Man's Land.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seanygaiden/1074324/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 9</title>
			<description>Chapter 9&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Brock and Marshall stood with theirguns out, safeties off, ready to fire. Trying to decide on what to do, Marshallsaid, &amp;ldquo;We need a plan.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8</title>
			<description>Chapter 8&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After Brock had finished dressing and strapped his gunon his waist, he and Marshall stood in the hallway, deciding which way to go.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;So, y..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>Chapter 7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When the man finally put Brock down, they were in a very small room.There was barely enough room for the two men to stand. The room was run downand dirty. Green paint was peeling from the walls and in some places..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>Chapter 6&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Brockdecided he had no way of knowing the way out so he went through the door on theleft. Inside, there was another hallway that seemed to stretch on for a while,doors to the left and right. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seanygaiden/989158/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;There was an explosion about a day and a half ago. We weren&amp;rsquo;t told much about it. They said to just kill anyone we found, no survivors. They said we couldn&amp;rsquo;t afford to let this get out.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Brock threw a hard punch to the side of the man&amp;rsquo;s head. &amp;ldquo;W..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seanygaiden/942135/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Brock woke up to a loud pounding on the door. He turned to check on Abby. She was still laying in the corner, asleep. THUD THUD THUD. Who would that be? he thought, still not fully awake and thinking. Then it hit him. Those b******s who've been trying to kill us. Have they found u..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seanygaiden/941412/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Brock pulled the gun out to make sure it was loaded, probably too late if it wasn&amp;rsquo;t. The growling got louder. He checked the magazine. It had four shots. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Brock looked back up to the dog, and still it was in the corner. It was foaming at the mouth and starting directly toward..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seanygaiden/939213/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Brock frantically scanned the room for a way out. There was the air duct, leading back to the dead end hallway, or the door, from which the sound of trampling feet was coming closer and closer. The feet sounded to be right outside the door now. Come on. There&amp;rsquo;s got to be ano..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>BreakoutChapter 1&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Brock Douglas woke up one morning and found he wasn&amp;rsquo;t in his bed. His first thought, Where the hell am I? He attempted to survey his surroundings. He could barely move his head. He struggled to turn it. It felt heavy as a boulder. Why can&amp;rsquo;t I move? &amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/seanygaiden/938398/</link>
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			<title>Breakout</title>
			<description>Brock Douglas wakes up in a psych ward, not knowing why. When there is an explosion and government agents are trying to cover it up, Brock must escape.</description>
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