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	<title>50 words</title>
	<help>By putting a constraint on your writing efforts, you can actually improve creativity. Here are a number of short pieces which have been created by forcing a 50 word limit on the stories length, no more no less. Please feel free to email me all of your 50 word stories!</help>
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		<title>falling</title>
		<help>falling</help>
		<type>text</type>
		<date>11th Decemeber 2005</date>
		<author>digiguru</author>
		<contents>He plummeted towards the ground at terminal velocity, hearing the roar of cold wind agaist his skin, but there was no time for his life to flash before his eyes (watering from the speed of his desent). With an almighty scream he yanked on the parachute's chord.</contents>
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		<title>earth</title>
		<help>earth</help>
		<type>text</type>
		<date>11th Decemeber 2005</date>
		<author>digiguru</author>
		<contents>It was formed from space, close enough to a star to sustain a reliable climate. Fasinating creatures evolved from the minerals that it owned. Despite numerous collisions with objects, the life and planet it survived. Only now some of those creatures were posing a threat greater than the astral collisions.</contents>
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		<title>test</title>
		<help>test</help>
		<type>text</type>
		<date>11th Decemeber 2005</date>
		<author>digiguru</author>
		<contents>Tears streaming down her face and onto the pregnacy test showing the fated result. Five years of trying - medicians, herbal remedies, diets, surgery and even hypnosis. Only now the conception was finally sucessful and they could relax and start planing for the future. She picked up her mobile phone.</contents>
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		<title>bomb</title>
		<help>bomb</help>
		<type>text</type>
		<date>15th Decemeber 2005</date>
		<author>digiguru</author>
		<contents>He was sitting on a time bomb waiting to explode. He spied around the fusion of metal and concrete consumer architecture surrounding him, and tried not to let any emotional attachment to foolish shoppers cloud this pure judgement that burnt contempt for this society like furious magma in his veins.</contents>
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