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		<title>It&#8217;s a goal &#8211; A short football story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/07/03/short-football-story-fifa-2010/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2010 18:32:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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I never loved football. Not because that I didn’t find it interesting, but because I never understood the game. ‘Quite silly! If you ask me.’ Two teams going on for 90 mins just to kick the ball into a giant net. “90 freaking minutes! Are you kidding me?” In that time I can read through an interesting book, instead! The tactics of running around a ball all over the field like a numb is surely something that is beyond my thinking.
“I will never play this game ….ever!” I quoted with ...]]></description>
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		<title>The Blue Ocean &#8211; Short children story</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2010 14:14:35 +0000</pubDate>
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Miranda&#8217;s joys knew no bounds as her dad, an experienced sailor, was home after a long period of ten months. What more, he had promised to take Miranda out on his special boat called Olga. Summer holidays were on and she had completed her home tasks. Miranda was excited because she had been feeling bored sitting at home the whole day. Her mum was of not much help as she had her own office to attend to. She hated leaving her little girl at home, but she did not have ...]]></description>
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		<title>Tree Of Knowledge &#8211; A short fiction story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/04/06/tree-of-knowledge-a-short-fiction-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 09:42:25 +0000</pubDate>
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Rohan, the class 6th curious denizen was a bit of lost figure. Quite an irregular at the school he formed one of those averagely inclined class students. For him studying was a second nature, beside geography and his new found love with science, as a subject. He almost hated all the other subjects. But school being a …well! School, he had to thoroughly concentrate on whatever that was being taught to him in that sixth graders class. Among all the 54 students, he was rather infamous among the teachers and ...]]></description>
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		<title>A Special Chrirstmas Gift-Short Christmas Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/12/13/a-special-chrirstmas-gift/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 12:44:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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It was little Rhea’s first Christmas without her dad, and her mum wanted to make it her best Christmas ever. Are you thinking where Rhea’s daddy was? Well, he was part of a high security mission far away in the Middle East and could not make it home for Christmas.
When Rhea arrived at her little house, she found that her mum and grandmum had waited up all night for her to arrive from the boarding school. After hugging them, Rhea ran into the house, which seemed very empty without her ...]]></description>
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		<title>Tony&#8217;s Christmas Gift &#8211; Short Christmas Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/12/10/christmas-gift-short-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 12:39:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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It was the day before Christmas and seven-year-old Tony was very annoyed. “Mum, why does it have to happen this way with me always?” he asked his mother stomping around the room. Roy and Rachel, his elder siblings, were always the lucky ones to have all the fun.
Do you know why Tony was so upset? That night his siblings were going out with their neighborhood friends on a sleigh ride. Tony wanted to go too – but his parents did not let him. Why? Cause he was their “little kid”. ...]]></description>
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		<title>Fly like little Rex &#8211; Bedtime Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/07/05/fly-like-little-rex-bedtime-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 10:20:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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Little Rex was bored as he had nothing to do. It was a windy day. The courier guy barely made it to the front door of Rex’s house. When the door opened, his mom Mrs. Gomes took the letter from him, but before she could say, &#8220;Thank you&#8221;, the letter blew out of the man&#8217;s hands, into the house and the door slammed in his face. Mrs. Gomes ran to pick it up.
Rex was watching the windows open and then shut, open and shut. &#8220;Mom can I go outside?&#8221; he ...]]></description>
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		<title>You will reap as you sow</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/04/23/reap-as-you-sow/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 13:03:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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 Six-year-old Shane was very excited. What he always wanted was finally going to happen. His grandpa would move in with them into their apartment. He would no longer have to spend time on his own when his parents were out at work.
Shane’s grandpa was so frail that his hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and he often faltered while walking.
“Welcome home, grandpa! We will be staying in the same room,” jumped about an excited Shane. He was so anxious to share his toys with grandpa. The old man was ...]]></description>
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		<title>Loving and understanding</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/03/10/loving-and-understanding/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 06:19:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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Little Sam was very excited as he stood in front of the pet store. There was a big sign above the glass door that read: “Cute Puppies Just For You”. He was finally going to get a puppy for himself. Both Daddy and Mommy had agreed to it. Their only condition was that he should take care of it and it shouldn’t go about dirtying the house.
Taking a deep breath, Sam walked into the store. The owner was busy reading the newspaper. &#8220;How much do I need to buy a ...]]></description>
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		<title>Santa never forgets!</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2008/11/27/santa-never-forgets/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 15:27:29 +0000</pubDate>
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Nora was waiting eagerly for  Christmas. Well and why not, she would always look forward to this day  every year. And now, it was just round the corner. Christmas meant so  many things for this 7-year-old girl. It was all about fun and frolic,  sharing, and caring, buying new clothes, chocolates, decorating Christmas  trees and ummm&#8230;&#8230;..most importantly receiving gifts from Santa Claus.
Now Santa was usually generous  when it came to giving Nora what she wanted because Nora was a very  sweet girl. She ...]]></description>
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		<title>If only</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2008/11/25/if-only/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 08:25:40 +0000</pubDate>
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&#8220;How I wish you had been  dead just after you were born,&#8221; said a disgusted Rick. This is what  he always told his kid brother. Nothing irked 15-year-old Rick more  than having little Aaron constantly trailing behind him. Anything he  did, anywhere he went, 5-year-old Aaron would follow him.
Rick&#8217;s parents decided on  a second issue so that their first-born wouldn&#8217;t feel lonely. It would  have been perfect with Rick as well had things happened on time. Rick  was no longer young and he ...]]></description>
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