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	<title>Short Stories Online &#187; bedtime stories</title>
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		<title>Little Ben – Christmas special story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/12/21/little-ben-christmas-special-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 10:29:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=2128</guid>
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Seven-year-old Ben was super excited. Christmas was just a day away. With his mum Rhea, he hurried into the crowded shop to grab some last minute Christmas gifts. With his little hands, he jostled his way into the toy section as his mum watched him with amusement. While some people mumbled at the prices of the toys, little Ben got busy selecting toy cars for himself.
Suddenly Rhea found that instead of focusing on the car in his hand, he was staring at something in the corner. Out of the corner ...]]></description>
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		<title>Having joy – Christmas special story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 09:52:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Little Sherry had just turned four and she considered that to be quite big indeed. Big enough to play with her elder brother Sam who considered her a pest. Unlike 15-year-old Sam, Sherry’s Christmas meant Santa’s gifts. After all, she was too young to spend the occasion with her equally tiny friends. So while Sam was allowed to party whole night on Christmas eve, little Sherry would count the hours before she would wake up on Christmas morning to check out the treasures bestowed on her.
She was yet to understand ...]]></description>
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		<title>Ananya &amp; Anita – short fiction story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/12/20/ananya-anita-short-fiction-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2010 13:13:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=2093</guid>
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Ananya ran to simmer the burning stove. It was 2nd time in a row this week that she had put the milk to boil, forgotten all about it and now a good deal of milk was running all over the neat stainless steel kitchen counter. “Mother is going to get mad at me again”, thought Ananya to herself. “Mother hated milk and other necessities going to waste, but what the heck, a glass here and there, it was no big deal. She will clean it anyways after she is home” ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest story – Jessie</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/09/06/guest-story-jessie/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 07:30:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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I still miss her. She’s been gone a long time now. I miss her silly grin, her soulful eyes, the way she looked at me, asking for approval, the &#8211; “Did I do that right, were you impressed?” &#8211; sort of look, while holding out her paw for confirmation, the way sheepdogs do.
We used to run and play together when I was a kid, chasing after the sheep and dodging the Alpacas until Mum called us in.
The day came when I had to leave the farm to study at Cambridge. ...]]></description>
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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>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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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>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/10/water-angel-short-contest-story/</link>
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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>Being – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/09/being-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 10:20:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=1337</guid>
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Long hair, Bharatanatyam, feminism, cooking. Kohl in her eyes and a cake for every birthday in the family. Shopping for hand-woven sarees and carnations for her living room. She loved being a woman.
But when it happened for the third time, she hoped she’d give birth to a boy.
Seventeen years ago, when she lost her aunt, she was too young to understand what it meant to hate a disease. She missed her aunt but didn’t question her going away. Fifteen years later, as she watched her mother being wheeled into the ...]]></description>
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		<title>Things lost – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/07/things-lost-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Aug 2010 10:33:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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I studied the world outside the frosted glass, hoping it would distract me from the wrapped present in my hands. The refrigerator hummed, the logs in the fireplace crackled as the heat deemed too much on the chunks of wood, and the rush of holiday traffic buzzed by in a hurried frenzy. Even with all that went on around me, the absolute stillness within the walls of my once home pierced my ears and rattled me to the core.
Don’t go there.
I brought my attention back to the present. I couldn’t ...]]></description>
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		<title>Unraveling lifes hidden meanings – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/06/unraveling-lifes-hidden-meaning-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 11:49:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Tringg-Tringgggggg! Anna wriggled in bed hoping the ringing would stop. When she eventually answered, her maid was calling to inform she wouldn’t come to work, as rains had flooded her house. Sulking, Anna slid back under the duvet, wishing she also could stay in. Having moved to the city few months back, Anna lived alone and worked with an advertising firm. Unwillingly assisting colleague Mary on a presentation for high-revenue client Mr. John, Anna worked late and hardly managed a few winks. The fact that she wasn’t part of the ...]]></description>
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