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	<title>Short Stories Online &#187; love story</title>
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		<title>The Belonging&#8217;s &#8211; A short love story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/05/26/the-belongings-a-short-love-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 14:25:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Dave was lying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling fan. It was 3 am, but sleep still eluded him as he was totally bored. Life in London was nothing like what he had envisaged.
Having nothing else to do, his thoughts went to the awards dinner that was to be held next week, next Friday more specifically. Dave looked forward to it. He was doing good as a writer and why not? Given his very active imagination and knack of putting it beautifully into words, his books were usually ...]]></description>
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		<title>Engagement Ring &#8211; A short romantic story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/05/07/engagement-ring-a-short-romantic-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 12:47:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Carla was very excited about Sunday. It was Luke’s twenty-fifth birthday and she had been looking forward to it. Carla and Luke had known each other since their nappy days and were great buddies. There was hardly anything they did not know about each other.
Luke was there when Carla had broken up with Sam after dating him for three years. In fact, he was always around. And of late, Carla had a strange feeling that there was more to it than just friendship. And she planned to tell him about ...]]></description>
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		<title>The Wait &#8211; Part 2 &#8211; Now a short story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/04/20/wait-part-2-short-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Apr 2010 03:54:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=693</guid>
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I used to wait for hours on end, sometimes even days for that one little reply; either as a scrap on the wall of my social networking site. Not that I am desperate, but sometimes it so happens; that I cannot wait. I have to get the person to reply otherwise there is something seriously wrong. Maybe I am just assuming things. “But assuming is better than being carefree right?”
Well let me explain this in more of a fervent manner.
The last time, you saw me staggering about a certain girl. ...]]></description>
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		<title>Chat Friends &#8211; (Featured) Gift A Short Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/04/13/chat-friends-gift-a-short-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 15:46:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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It was yet another weary morning. Three months since her breakup, she was still in a pitiable state. Lack of sleep and healthy diet had started to show on her otherwise pretty face.
He did not have anyone else in his life. Then why did he leave her? What was the cause of that 1.00 am call that said, “It’s all over!” She kept thinking about it again and again. It made her cry, it made her feel horrible. That was Sara’s story.
Her parents were trying hard to make her feel ...]]></description>
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		<title>Angel in disguise &#8211;  Short Romantic Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/02/25/angel-in-disguise-short-romantic-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 12:13:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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“Ah …that explains why you hate girls.” Aryal was taken aback with the sudden snort. “What do you mean Meg?’ he retorted. ‘I mean since I know you like you where this big!’ marking his adolescent height with her hands. Meg and Aryal were in his office, when sudden the door bell announced someone’s arrival. The conversation stopped and Aryal excusing himself rushed to answer the door. Meg was watching with the corner of her eye, to know who it could be. It was well around 11pm, an unusual time ...]]></description>
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		<title>Point Of View &#8211; A different short story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/02/17/point-of-view-a-different-short-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 04:12:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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She got married at an early age of 21. For a 21yr old girl, it was all a heart warming experience . In ever walks of her life she was utmost cared by her loving parents, ‘cared more than the little pearl dew drop nestled on a shimmering green leaf.  She was never exposed to any form of worries, except for school exams and her homework. She was blessed with envious luxuries anyone could ever only wish, meant exclusively for her that too without ever asking.
Back in school she used ...]]></description>
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		<title>I Miss Her &#8211; A romantic story.</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/02/15/i-miss-her-a-romantic-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 08:26:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=469</guid>
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“Liz, make me a latte with an extra shot,” said Janet. She would be late as she was working on the latest contract, and thus needed some caffeine to keep on going. Janet paid for the coffee and took to the nearest corner table. Janet liked such lazy afternoons well deservedly enjoyed during her office breaks, as she could pretty much sit comfortably by a cozy corner and could get completely lost in a trashy novel without any worries disturbance her. She took out her latest Mills and Boons novel ...]]></description>
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		<title>Valentine&#8217;d Love &#8211; Valentine&#8217;s Day Special Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/02/08/valentined-love-valentines-day-special-love-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 07:56:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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“Roses are red, lilies are blue;
You are my lover, …so is Seau!”
“Err! Abhi who is this Seau huh?” Anu almost lashed out on him. Making poetic rhymes was Abhi’s passion. His conversations never finished without something or the other rhyming, rather out of sync. Maybe it was more or less instinctive to his vocabulary, cuss he never tried intending. It was funny how he used up words to construct even the normal of spoken phrases. Utterly grammarless is what it should be ‘to the point of being almost influent in ...]]></description>
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		<title>Foster Love &#8211; An Unique Love Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/08/21/foster-love/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 11:01:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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Tanya stood in her wedding finery at the boutique. This was her 3rd dress trial in 2 months. Vicky was calling her confused which tie should he pick for the wedding. Vicky kept calling till she finally answered the phone.. &#8220;Oh god can&#8217;t you like do one thing on your own.” She yelled over the phone.” I am yet to finalize my fittings. Ok fine tell me which colors.. And yeah your blazer is brown.. Yeah perfect copper would do.. Yes of course in silk.” Vicky smiled wickedly. He knew ...]]></description>
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		<title>9/11 &#8211; Love Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/08/09/911-love-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 10:07:31 +0000</pubDate>
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David met Sheena in London. It was their mutual thirst for travelling round the globe that had brought them together. They had bumped into each other in a coffee shop. Not finding any place to sit, Sheena had asked him if she could share his table. He had shaken his head rather non-chalantly. And as one thing had led to the other, both of them realised that they shared the same passion – exploring the world.
Now while Sheena was from India, David had come all the way from Berlin. Both ...]]></description>
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