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	<title>Written Works by Alex Seifert</title>
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	<description>The written works of Alex Seifert</description>
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		<title>Drilled</title>
		<description>As Thomas read the latest news on the Internet, he shook his head in disgust. Yet another government crack-down. Not surprising. Not even unexpected. Over the course of the past decade, the once proud American government had transformed itself into a post-modern Stalinist government all in the ironic names of ...
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		<title>Together to One</title>
		<description>Charles Hartley was an ordinary gentleman of the late nineteenth century. He was by no means a poor man and was never modest about showing off his good fortune. For the wealth that Charles possessed, although inherited from his recently deceased father, he was rather young at only the age ...
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		<title>Bricks</title>
		<description>Characters
Mr. Johnson 
Shopkeeper
Mrs. Johnson

Synopsis
A customer, Mr. Johnson, comes into a small British brick shop looking for a cheap brick to fill a hole in the path in his garden. We are introduced to the variety of bricks in various shapes, sizes, colours and most importantly, types and uses.

Scene/Props
A brick shop ...
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		<title>What Leaves, Must Come Back</title>
		<description>It was already dark out and the house was dimly lit. My house, which had been built by my father in 1823, had never been furnished with electricity. If I wanted any light at all during the night hours, I had to rely solely on candlelight. I had only lit ...
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		<title>The Rust</title>
		<description>To Whomever May Find This:

I let my crew down and I let myself down. As captain of our fishing boat, I should have taken more responsibility for my crew. I was panicked though. Scared shitless as they say. I couldn't have more than I did. Or could I have?

I'm currently ...
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		<title>Shadows in the Colors</title>
		<description>"I see strange things," Seth McLeod told his psychiatrist.

"What are these strange things you see, Mr. McLeod?" Dr. Willis asked his patient, who was sitting on a red leather couch directly in front of him.

"I don't really know. They are...well...they float, anyway." Seth said, moving his blind eyes as though ...
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		<title>Tales of Fate</title>
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There I sat. In the darkness. Alone. My child had just died and I sat near his grave. I lifted my head and looked at the stars. There was a light breeze which I could feel in my hair. The sky was clear and all of the stars were bright ...
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