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		<title>The shark truth – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/11/the-shark-truth-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 12:13:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Sharks always attract Joe,he loves to know about these big and amazing creatures. Today is the most important day of his life, because he got a first prize for his book about sharks.He should be happy but he is not because his mom doesn&#8217;t like sharks.This week his school wants to honor him for his deed and his principal told him to bring his mom with him.He doesn&#8217;t know how he will ask about it.Thinking of this he became tired and threw himself on the couch.  When he was ...]]></description>
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		<title>A leaders heart – short contest story.</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/10/a-leaders-heart-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 11:58:58 +0000</pubDate>
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In a very dark day, a quarrel in a family that resulted in a child of dissidents were expelled from the village. The boy ran up the mountain to bring thousands of hurt there. Where there is no one person can find himself.
&#8220;Why everything becomes like this&#8221;
&#8220;Why am I not wanted in my family&#8221;
Children were asked to nature while lamenting the sadness that happened to him.
children were aware that many of the mistakes that he did and a lot of dreams that have not materialized. He walked in a very ...]]></description>
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		<title>Water angel – short contest story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 07:35:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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I left my two-year-old son without kissing him good-bye.
“Mama’s running to the store, play with daddy. I’ll be back soon.”
His dark brown eyes pierced the armor guarding my heart—as if we both knew I was lying.
But that was impossible. Mason had a hard enough time stringing together a coherent sentence, let alone comprehending the fact he’d never see his mother again.
Lyle didn’t so much as peel his eyes from the TV, or his lazy ass from the couch. Nothing new there. The last I heard of my husband’s voice?
A grunt.
The ...]]></description>
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		<title>Kashmiri superboy – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/04/kashmiri-superboy-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 10:51:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Watching Cartoon Network in his hall, Madan Razdan-an 8 year old boy was dreaming again. He called himself the biggest fan of Superman and aspired to be a superhero himself one day. The noise from outside did not distract him from watching his favorite cartoon. After all he was used to his home called KASHMIR- A place where militant group attacks and civil protests were not rare.
Madan was a normal Kashmiri kid. His cheeks as pink as native apples ,he went to school with his mom. His mom held him ...]]></description>
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		<title>Sisters – short contest story</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 09:56:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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“You are so not going to do this, Hannah!” Mary pleaded.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know.  You are my sister.”
“So?”
“I am asking you not to. You won’t go to her and ruin everything.”
“Watch me!”
Hannah turned her back to her elder sister and ran away.
Damn it! Mary thought when she ran for her life in a desperate attempt to catch up with her sister.
For a few minutes it seemed like Hannah was unreachable but then the distance between the girls began to decrease.  Soon enough Mary drew up with Hannah and they ...]]></description>
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		<title>Bounce – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/03/bounce-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 11:48:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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Writer is 8 years old and youngest participant of this contest. Please encourage the writer. 
One day at house of Bounce [the red ball], Blue Ball, Cheese Ball and Red Ball were playing in the garden. Suddenly there was a big noise from a huge red cracker. Red ball and Cheese ball were scared and they hide near the bush. But Blue ball did not come there to hide.
After 32 minutes, Blue ball returned with a scared face.  Cheese Ball said, What was there? I don’t know, but there was ...]]></description>
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		<title>The boy – short contest story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 09:28:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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“I want to die!” the little boy told me, tears streaming in rivulets down his chubby cheeks.
It’s not often that children step into the path of an oncoming bike, holding out the palm of their hand as a traffic warden would.  Having been a Social Worker for several years, I thought he had run away from home after a hiding.
This was not the time to offer platitudes. I hugged him, and rummaged in my backpack to get him a tissue.  I also drew out a bottle of orange juice, which ...]]></description>
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		<title>Short story contest winner – Christina</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/02/christina-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 08:10:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Ten year old Christina is again in a fight with a boy. He is winning hands down but then an unabated kick from Christina between the legs ends the fight instantly. She decides to go back home but not before making her daily stop to the mall, to stare at the little Guitar with a $25 price tag. Upon reaching home she peeps into her Brother James’s room. He was not in, but his personal diary was. She picks it up and opens the bookmarked page when James whacks her ...]]></description>
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		<title>The best of friends – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/02/the-best-of-friends-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 05:59:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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“Mom, where are you taking Solomon?” Kentray asked as his brown eyes filled with tears.
“Kentray, we’ve talked about this. You know Solomon is very sick. Every day it’s harder and harder for him to walk. He’s old, baby.”
Kentray threw his arms around his dog’s fluffy neck. “I can carry him! Or I can put him in the wagon when we go for walks. He’d like being pulled around.” Solomon licked Kentray’s face. “See?”
“No, baby. He needs to go. You don’t want your dog to be in pain, do you?”
Kentray gripped ...]]></description>
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		<title>Flying barn – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/01/flying-barn-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2010 05:43:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Cradled in her favorite worn, crimson velvet chair, legs draped over the arm rest, Sara traced her small fingers over the cover of her grandmother’s old photo album, feeling the raised white decorative scroll work. She turned to the picture she always did. The first time she saw the photo was shortly after her grandfather’s death, less than a year ago, on display at the funeral home.
She had memorized every detail of the picture. The faded black and white photo was taken on their wedding day, her grandfather’s gentle fist ...]]></description>
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