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	<title>Short Stories Online &#187; fiction story</title>
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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; 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>Birthday Girl &#8211; Short Romantic Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/09/04/birthday-girl-short-romantic-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Sep 2010 10:05:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Violet was super excited. She would finally be 21 years of age – a young woman in her own right. Not a kid any longer! How long had she waited for this just as she was waiting for something else….a dear person to profess his love for her. Her parents had left for the day so that Violet could usher in her birthday with her close friends at home. As a young woman now, she wanted to have her own party, sans parents. However, she planned to have her birthday ...]]></description>
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		<title>All in a day’s work – Short Romantic Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/22/all-in-a-days-work-short-romantic-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 06:32:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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It was around 2am when Erica finally managed to get some sleep. Her mind was filled with thoughts of her fiancé, Sam. His chiseled face, his green eyes, his warm smile. She had spent most of the day looking at his photo. For the first time, they had not spent the weekend together. He was too busy, he had said. Poor Erica, how lonely she had been through the day!
As she fell deeper in slumber, out of nowhere she heard familiar strains of music. She opened her eyes but couldn’t ...]]></description>
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		<title>Case Of Discussion &#8211; Short Contest Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/11/case-of-discussion-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 17:04:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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A Luxurious Car took a sharp turn and stopped at Mumbai’s Khar Drive. A
serious looking man came out of the rear door. By dressing, He was looking
like a senior executive of some multinational company. Wearing a shining
black suit, well-polished shoes and costly rayban’s goggle covering his
eyes, He certainly became center of attraction for all. However, this area
use to accommodate many MNCs offices but very few people used to come to
this side of the street .Therefore, His coming was a genuine cause of
curiosity for the people.In our country, the most common ...]]></description>
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		<title>Broken Line &#8211; Short Contest Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/11/broken-line-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 16:14:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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There&#8217;s something about continuity. It&#8217;s always welcome.
It&#8217;s predictable&#8230;mostly.
My father isn&#8217;t an easy man to deal with. Sometimes I wish I was
comfortable with the idea of being gay. Just to rattle his cage. So I
had to settle with being a sewage disposal consultant (everybody&#8217;s a
consultant).
He was very unhappy with me, to say the least. When I get home in the
evenings, he&#8217;d say over his shoulder,&#8221;Don&#8217;t forget the disinfectant!
And shower outside!!&#8221;
It&#8217;s how he runs me down. It&#8217;s cool. It&#8217;s worth every moment of
watching him squirm when we have guests. Naturally they ask ...]]></description>
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		<title>Burning A Dying Beast &#8211; Short Contest Story.</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/11/burning-a-dying-beast-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 11:18:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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There&#8217;s nothing exciting about fireworks at night. Especially when
it&#8217;s trained in your general direction. Cameron Vidai kept his head
low &#38; studied the shadows his attackers. Judging by their sizes, he
could tell how close they were&#8230;and they were getting closer every
time he looked.
He turned to check his &#8216;borrowed&#8217; assault rifle. If only its previous
owner had had the grace to die quietly. The lung power of a dying man
never ceased to amaze him. It wasn&#8217;t a typical situation. Nothing is
typical about dealing with nuclear weapons. He had to keep his eyes on
his ...]]></description>
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		<title>A Journey Beyond Time &#8211; Short Contest Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/11/a-journey-beyond-time-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 10:08:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Om…hello, am I speaking with Om? Om, Hi… ___ here…you remember me…I don’t know why I am calling you today…but can we meet…sure, I will drop in this moment…
(in a daze) He spoke as if he had known all along, that one day I shall turn towards him…
I didn’t ask him what time…well, he asked me to visit him this moment…why this moment…as if the world was being visited by a special moment…which was going to brush away the accumulated dust off our hearts and minds…
Anyway, onward to Om’s house…
(Om ...]]></description>
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		<title>Out In The Water &#8211; Short Contest Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/10/out-in-the-water-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 12:22:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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11 pm, Monday, August 10, 2010, New Delhi
“Looking out of my office bus window, I realized that the invention of motorcars were nothing but a waste of time. We sit inside the tin boxes discounting the fun of natural phenomena like rain!
I kept starring at the massive jams outside and somehow a thought came to my mind, why am I being so depressed about this rain. After all when I saw outside, cloud where on ‘cloud nine’ and it raining very heavily…And then
I took the CORRECT step…
I decided to complete ...]]></description>
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		<title>The day, the music died &#8211; Short Contest Story.</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/10/the-day-the-music-died-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 11:30:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Glasses swirled. The Old monk rested. Mixed with Soda and ice cubes,
it waited patiently for its date with his senses. It wouldn’t be long.
Fingers were busy. It was not every day that they found themselves
handling a cigarette with clichéd style. Half done, thought the brain,
unaware that the real deal was to come from the last two puffs. It was
a day of surprises. Surprise for the body and for the mind, both of
which stood powerless, watching as he plunged into stimulation – for
the first time.
Gaurang smiled. He felt like a consultant ...]]></description>
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		<title>The Energy Network &#8211; Short Contest Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/10/the-energy-network-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 11:12:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Year: 2025
Damn the battery! shouted the boy, cursing the cell phone in his hand,
which innocently continued to blink a little red dot on its forehead,
whilst the screen robotically announced repeatedly -‘Battery Low’-. X,
sitting next to him, curved his lips in a hidden smile while his eyes
toyed with the little red blink. In spite of the stealth used, the
teenager managed to catch a glimpse of the little curve on the man’s
face. He flared. ‘What are you smiling at?’ he sniped. X, his cute
smile intact, without a blink, grabbed the cell phone ...]]></description>
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