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		<title>Guest Story-Maybe there is a Father Christmas!</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2011/11/10/guest-story-maybe-there-is-a-father-christmas/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 13:08:02 +0000</pubDate>
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Anna stood wistfully staring at the sky whilst dear little Molly, just three years old, looked up at the pretty doll with beautiful long blonde tresses in the window of the toy shop on the edge of town. &#8220;Mummy&#8221; Molly said, &#8220;that&#8217;s the doll I would like Father Christmas to bring me&#8221;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230; a tear rolled down Anna&#8217;s cheek&#8230;., seen only by the moonlight&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230; she knew that it would be impossible for her to buy poor little Molly anything this year. They were supposed to start a new life in Spain ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest Story – To Have And Bear All</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2011/05/05/guest-story-to-have-and-bear-all/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2011 06:20:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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It was dark and wet. Spring had just arrived and all was quiet but for the sound of his heavy breathing and the dripping water. His snoring echoed throughout and frightened intruders away.
All of a sudden, he woke up coughing and heaving. He scrambled for a cigarette and found a half smoked one in the ground. It was damp and moldy, but he didn’t care. He lit up and the coughing stopped. His breathing slowed down. His eyes were bloodshot and he could taste the bitterness of his own breath. ...]]></description>
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		<title>My first solo trip – gift a short story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2011/01/07/my-first-solo-trip-gift-a-short-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2011 07:37:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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The night before, I couldn’t find sleep. So, I got up from my bed, switched on the bedrooms lights. I presumed, but it wasn’t even mid-night. The clock suggested 11:46PM. I love the silence during the night, but not that day. It was haunting, chilly and the dog barking outside made the night even more eerie. My mind was filled, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the trip. Literally, a million questions popped up &#8211; “What would it be like? Where will I stay? ….gosh! I don’t even know anybody ...]]></description>
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		<title>Goodbyes – Christmas special story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/12/22/goodbyes-christmas-special-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2010 06:53:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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It was Christmas again when the streets were covered with snow. And, everywhere you turned, things looked pristine white. Dana loved Christmas time. She thought Christmas was magical, and secretly believed in Santa Claus. She loved the colorful lights, Xmas trees, and the snow fall. It made everything even more beautiful!
Most importantly, Dana felt loved and treasured for it was the time when everyone showed how much they cared. Friends and relatives showered gifts on you too. And Dana knew that if you were lucky, your beloved would show you ...]]></description>
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		<title>Expectations – Christmas special story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/12/21/expectations-christmas-special-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 10:19:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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It was Christmas eve. Festivities were gathering momentum in the Whitney household. Nina was glad that she had Jack to spend her Christmas with. Jack was her sister May’s brother-in-law. And well, they had been dating each other for months now.
Last Christmas had been a miserable one for Nina. She had broken off with her long-term boyfriend Ned. He was not worth her. All he wanted was to go to bed with her. For Nina, love was beyond the physical realm. And she wanted to take the final plunge with ...]]></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>Guest story &#8211; over to you</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/12/21/guest-story-over-to-you/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 09:30:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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“I&#8217;m fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars 
for young men to die in.” &#8211; George McGovern.
The night sky resembled an endless black fabric with dozens of tiny pin-pricks, through which glittering light shone. It seemed to envelop all that lay below it. The iron shack on the outskirts of the township sparkled with its covering of winter frost. From its door only a single, lonely pathway etched in the dust and dried grass, showed its connection to the others. Inside there was a bed, ...]]></description>
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		<title>Guest story – acid house</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/12/21/guest-story-acid-house/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 08:55:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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11: 20 PM: Brittany and I drove to a party downtown. It’s Saturday night, forty minutes to midnight; the night is an infant, and the morning far away. The limo sped down the highway, the roof was open. We swayed our drunken heads to expensive music. Champagne flutes tossed on the floor, we drank from the bottle. We turned our heads, stomped our feet, shook off sleep, shut our eyes and let the wind sweep away beads of sweat. Lip gloss, Hermès shirts, Ferragamo shoes, vintage Gucci, Manish Arora scarves.  ...]]></description>
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		<title>Luck &amp; change for a birthday wish &#8211; gift a short story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/12/21/luck-change-for-a-birthday-wish-gift-a-short-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 06:23:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Part I:
“I can I can change black to white
I have it in me to make you go out of sight
Ho Ho! It’s me the man of wonder
With my wand and wit I can create thunder
Watch out watch out all you misters and misses
I have arrived to please and steal your share of kisses”
He sashayed into the room with a quick little spin, chin up and eyes on the crowd. He swayed his black magic cloak with a deft hand delivering his lines loud and clear with gleaming eyes. After two ...]]></description>
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		<title>The dead diary &#8211; short fiction story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/12/20/the-dead-diary-short-fiction-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2010 12:37:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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November 11, 2010
Dear Diary,
I just don’t know how to put it in words!!!!
I can still feel his words ringing in my ears and yet it is in reality “surreal”. After all they are not supposed to speak after they are………&#8230;.
Let me try to recall what exactly happened yesterday: While perusing a copy of the Economic Times last morning, I noticed that the Sensex had dropped by another 865 points due to which the Government had suspended trade. I was obviously having the blues due to the huge loss incurred in ...]]></description>
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