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		<title>The Ice Blade</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2011/12/08/the-ice-blade/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 10:05:43 +0000</pubDate>
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Tring…….Tring…….
“Oh! What a bother and that too in the morning,” thought Rohit as he put the alarm on his cell phone back to snooze mode. The holidays had just started for him and yet his mother insisted on him putting up an alarm for eight in the morning, knowing fully well that he was not going to get up so early. He snuggled up to his pillow. However, he found that he was only lazing about on the bed as sleep eluded him. Fed up of lying on the bed ...]]></description>
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		<title>Book Review: Corporate Atyachaar By Abhay Nagarajan</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 07:35:06 +0000</pubDate>
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“George Pattison once said, “ it is better to fight for something than live for nothing.” Corporate Atyaachar is one such story of a young graduate freshly out of grad school who learns the nuances of the business world bit by bit fighting each day. The author Abhay Nagarajan paints a colorful picture of the life of a young 24-year-old recruit his trials and tribulations and his tryst with an irksome, self obsessed narcissist boss.
Armed with a bachelors degree from Shri Ram College of Commerce and a masters in finance ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story-Maybe there is a Father Christmas!</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2011/11/10/guest-story-maybe-there-is-a-father-christmas/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 13:08:02 +0000</pubDate>
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Anna stood wistfully staring at the sky whilst dear little Molly, just three years old, looked up at the pretty doll with beautiful long blonde tresses in the window of the toy shop on the edge of town. &#8220;Mummy&#8221; Molly said, &#8220;that&#8217;s the doll I would like Father Christmas to bring me&#8221;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230; a tear rolled down Anna&#8217;s cheek&#8230;., seen only by the moonlight&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230; she knew that it would be impossible for her to buy poor little Molly anything this year. They were supposed to start a new life in Spain ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story-The Church of Rogaine</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 12:44:27 +0000</pubDate>
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The hair restoration television commercial begins with the announcer asking, “Men, is your life missing something?” Bald men sulk in front of mirrors, trying on baseball caps and running their hands through thinning or non-existent hair. Then they dramatically hang their heads and shake them in defeat.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints’ television commercial begins with the announcer asking, “Is your life missing something?” Housewives, elderly folks, and young urban professionals sit in their cars, rocking chairs, and behind their office desks. They look beaten down by ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story-Romance Of Painting- The legend of imagination</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2011/11/08/guest-story-romance-of-painting-the-legend-of-imagination/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2011 10:13:12 +0000</pubDate>
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My eyes were drawn to one of the paintings are displayed neatly in front of me. Today is Thursday, right in the month of August in 2011. I walked to one of a very dark room, my feet stepped on something, I&#8217;m surprised, I turned around and lowered my head, look over there a middle-aged woman who was painting. I&#8217;m confused as to why in this dark room there was a woman who paints only with a speck of light candles in front of him. I did not dare approach ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; The Bank Robbery</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2011/11/03/guest-story-the-bank-robbery/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 07:01:26 +0000</pubDate>
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“Listen Dave, where gonna put the money in the bag, stuff the rest of franklins in the safe so the cops can’t FIND it!”
Matthew slaps Dave in the face.
You listening!?!?
“Oh course I’m listening,! What the buck you think I’m doing here. Fiddling with my fingers! This is REAL LIFE, I AINT PLAYING NO GAMES!” Dave’s voice rose higher than marijuana smoke brain activity. He huffed, puffed and settled into a calming state of mind.
Matthew and Dave were both bent down. Knee high, waist low, like paying respects to a tomb. ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; To you&#8230;. my love</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2011/06/12/2295/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 16:52:29 +0000</pubDate>
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Today is 3rd of June. Two years back , this day Aru was with Meenal. It was her birthday and just 2 days later was Aru&#8217;s birthday. Since last few years they had been celebrating both of their birthdays together on the same day. They had outed the whole day, had a beautiful candlelit homemade dinner.
But today Aru is all alone. He has just returned from the Village hospital. Tired and exhausted he lies on the cot of his small quarter. He tries to dose off, but thoughts keep propping ...]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons of life &#8211; short fiction story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2011/05/05/lessons-of-life-short-fiction-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2011 06:40:40 +0000</pubDate>
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Everything happens for a reason. When life takes an unexpected turn either it gives rise to a miserable storm or showers sunshine. There is always a way for happiness after sadness and vice versa. Something similar was my story. It was going great between John and me. We were happy together or at least, I would say I was happy with him. But as they say nothing is forever, things change without prior notice, and we call it life. I was clueless about what was going in John’s mind.
I started ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story – To Have And Bear All</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2011/05/05/guest-story-to-have-and-bear-all/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2011 06:20:14 +0000</pubDate>
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It was dark and wet. Spring had just arrived and all was quiet but for the sound of his heavy breathing and the dripping water. His snoring echoed throughout and frightened intruders away.
All of a sudden, he woke up coughing and heaving. He scrambled for a cigarette and found a half smoked one in the ground. It was damp and moldy, but he didn’t care. He lit up and the coughing stopped. His breathing slowed down. His eyes were bloodshot and he could taste the bitterness of his own breath. ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest story – Goodnight, Ryan</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2011/03/28/guest-story-goodnight-ryan/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2011 07:14:13 +0000</pubDate>
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I open the door, prepared to be cross with him but he launches himself at me out of the midnight darkness, all wild hair and leather and bone crushing hugs and I can’t remember why I was mad in the first place.
“Okay. You’re going to have to figure out how to move around the house with me hugging you because I am not letting you go,” he declares in that adorably boyish manner of his.
“B-b-but! I have to go to the bathroom!” I cry in mock distress as we begin ...]]></description>
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