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	<title>Short Stories Online &#187; short fiction stories</title>
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		<title>Mystery &#8211; A short detective story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/06/30/mystery-a-short-detective-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=849</guid>
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The party was in full swing: some people swaying to the music, others indulged in conversation while the rest preferred fretting it away at the bar. The host of this carnival was Rob Odane, the newly promoted CEO of Globocorp. This party was to celebrate his promotion and as a result all his colleagues including subordinates had been invited to the party. Finally on everyone’s request, Rob went to the stage to “say a few words” in honor of the night. With the cigarette still lit in his hand, Rob ...]]></description>
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		<title>Different Morning -Raghav’s adventure story- Part 5</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/06/23/short-story-raghav-meets-dj-nikhil-chinapa/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2010 13:30:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=855</guid>
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It was 4 am of the Sunday morning when our eyes opened. Delhi’s air is freshest at this time. The only Homo sapiens we could see other than five of us were newspaper vendors. Every vendor who crossed us gave us a very strange gaze. It took me about 15 minutes to reboot and refresh my senses to realize that I have been lying down unconsciously on footpath with my friends Gaurav, Ashu, Peeyush and Abhijeet. It seemed that we were badly beaten – kicked, punched and stamped before somebody ...]]></description>
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		<title>Life &#8211; A short sci-fi story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/06/12/life-a-short-sci-fi-story/</link>
		<comments>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/06/12/life-a-short-sci-fi-story/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jun 2010 05:13:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=829</guid>
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Seth woke up with a scream……
No way could this be a mere co-incidence. He had already gone through the complete compilations of Freud and yet he could not find a single clue to why this was happening. It was as if the term ‘deja-vu’ had been coined just for this reason.
Satishwar Shah, or better known as Seth, a name coined by his colleagues not out of adoration but the necessity to avoid pronouncing his rather ‘difficult’ name, was the Chief of the Research Department at Global Corp., a company with ...]]></description>
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		<title>Ultimate Groove &#8211; A short story with Miss Malini</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/05/17/short-story-with-miss-malini/</link>
		<comments>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/05/17/short-story-with-miss-malini/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 07:42:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Finally! Saturday arrived and Sasha was waiting impatiently fidgeting with her cellphone. “Any minute now!” she muttered. This must have been upteenth time that she uttered the very same sentence, over and over, since the last fifteen or so minutes; &#8211; while she was still there.
Phone calls, numerous emails and what not! You name it ….she tried almost every possible thing, just to meet her favorite radio host, ‘Miss Malini’.  In a way she idolized her. Sasha never met her personally, yet she came to like her more as a ...]]></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>
		<comments>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/05/07/engagement-ring-a-short-romantic-story/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2010 12:47:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=767</guid>
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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>Friends at Leh &#8211; Part 4 &#8211; Raghav&#8217;s adventure story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/05/03/short-adventure-story-part-4-adventures-of-raghav/</link>
		<comments>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/05/03/short-adventure-story-part-4-adventures-of-raghav/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 10:56:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=714</guid>
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Good friends don&#8217;t let you do stupid things&#8230; alone! This stands so true for five of us. Since our first day at college, we have been so stupid yet connected to each other. I was lost in these thoughts of mine when Peeyush pulled my hair&#8230; “Get up! We are at Manali, the bus ends here.” he said.
I told him&#8230; “Believe me, thinking nice about you guys is a sin”.
“Then welcome to the reality Mr Raghav and if you don’t mind, we need to get down and take another bus ...]]></description>
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		<title>The Blue Ocean &#8211; Short children story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/04/09/the-blue-ocean-short-children-story/</link>
		<comments>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/04/09/the-blue-ocean-short-children-story/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2010 14:14:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=638</guid>
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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>
		<comments>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/04/06/tree-of-knowledge-a-short-fiction-story/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 09:42:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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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>Let there be light &#8211; Support Earth Hour 2010</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/03/27/earth-hour-2010-short-stor/</link>
		<comments>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/03/27/earth-hour-2010-short-stor/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 09:30:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=620</guid>
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Just two days remaining, Shaheen was finally ready to hit the beach. One Geography and the last English exam was all that was standing between her and the vacation that she was so desperately looking forward to. For the records, Shaheen never really liked exams. The idea of oncoming exams and the studying sent her on a yawn induced spree. It was kind of funny to watch Shaheen cringing about sleep as the exam date came close. Sleepless by nature, it suddenly was strange finding her covered under the comfort ...]]></description>
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		<title>The Wait &#8211; Part 1 &#8211; Not a short story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/03/14/the-wait-part-1-not-a-short-story/</link>
		<comments>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/03/14/the-wait-part-1-not-a-short-story/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 07:31:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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‘Stealing some glances here and there, I found myself staring at this beauty…’
Sweltering heat made me all of sweat and I was dripping, from brow to toe. With a handkerchief, one of my hands was constantly making contact with my face, and the other was just hanging there under the weight of the HP gadget. With all that sweat from the season but it was still the month of November. But then this city knows no season other than summer, we get to feel the sunshine heat all year long. ...]]></description>
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