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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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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=874</guid>
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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>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>Clatter &#8211; A mesmerizing short story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/06/15/clatter-short-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 09:35:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=839</guid>
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The boy groggily unstuck one gummy eye and peered through the frozen 6 AM darkness.  He had been flapping around with his free hand trying to hit ‘snooze’ for the third time when his fingers made contact with the contraption perched precariously at the edge of his study table/doodle counter. He heard it bounce twice, thump against the wall and come to rest after a few cartwheels. Sighing, he turned over on his side to assess the damage done to the blood-red alarm clock, which now lay facedown on the ...]]></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>
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		<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>Golden Adventure &#8211; A short teen story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/06/08/short-teen-story-golden-adventur/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2010 04:01:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Once again it was the same problem &#8211; the food was not up to the mark. The rice being overcooked and the dal being too insipid; and what was utterly unforgivable was the fish curry. For one thing that Raj can never compromise on was his fish curry &#8211; it has to be perfect…………
Seething with anger, he called for the cook who was none other than his mom, Sheila. “Mom, what is the matter with you? Ever since I have come back from my hostel, I have not ...]]></description>
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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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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=802</guid>
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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>Ultimate Groove &#8211; A short story with Miss Malini</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/05/17/short-story-with-miss-malini/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 07:42:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=780</guid>
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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>
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		<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 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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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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