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      <title>Horror Story Thursday 13:00-14:00 by </title>
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      <description>Made in fear</description>
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      <pubDate>2020-10-12 10:37:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[Write your horror story here...
5 paragraphs
Use your planning and previous sessions' notes and videos to help you.]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-10-12 11:03:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The crooked town </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>As i walked home down the smooth path i noticed the clouds fall leaving a soft silky trail that reminded me of a brides wedding veil, each step i took made the fog swirl and twirl around my velvet boots leaving drops of moisture treacle to the souls of my feet.The air  around me was eery and thick i felt like i was suffocating with each breath i took almost like the fog was smoke from a bonfire filling my lung and pushing any bit of oxygen that was left clutching on for all it could. panic starts to settle in as my anxiety pulsates through my body completely taking over, it was then i become aware that the fog had consumed me i was disorientated  </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-10-15 12:13:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Josef Crockett </title>
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         <pubDate>2020-10-15 12:20:07 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Mackenzie Luke Wright</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The house looming over the roads leading to the city. Wind flowing in the air brushing the walls like paint assuring that it is not mistreat. Trees surrounding and all pointing at the isolated, solitary house like gargoyles patrolling a castle; like cameras in a prison. <br><br>Then there was a young aged man early thirties with a long black overcoat draped over his shirt. <br><br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-10-15 12:39:27 UTC</pubDate>
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