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		<title>Guest Story &#8211; The Bank Robbery</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2011/11/03/guest-story-the-bank-robbery/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 07:01:26 +0000</pubDate>
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“Listen Dave, where gonna put the money in the bag, stuff the rest of franklins in the safe so the cops can’t FIND it!”
Matthew slaps Dave in the face.
You listening!?!?
“Oh course I’m listening,! What the buck you think I’m doing here. Fiddling with my fingers! This is REAL LIFE, I AINT PLAYING NO GAMES!” Dave’s voice rose higher than marijuana smoke brain activity. He huffed, puffed and settled into a calming state of mind.
Matthew and Dave were both bent down. Knee high, waist low, like paying respects to a tomb. ...]]></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>
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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>Wedding blues – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/06/wedding-blues-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 11:26:55 +0000</pubDate>
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Standing in one corner of the crowded and brightly lit grounds, Arjun dug
his hands deeper into his pockets and let out a small sigh. As he’d
expected, his friend was already entertaining a group of the bride’s friends
and he hadn’t even gotten as far as hello. Of course, Arjun knew which girl
he’d like to say hello to. He’d spotted her as soon as the wedding party had
arrived, looking pretty in a blue saree. Scanning the gathering, his eyes
rested on the newly-weds. Just then, the groom also looked up and beckoned
Arjun to ...]]></description>
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		<title>Kashmiri superboy – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/04/kashmiri-superboy-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 10:51:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Watching Cartoon Network in his hall, Madan Razdan-an 8 year old boy was dreaming again. He called himself the biggest fan of Superman and aspired to be a superhero himself one day. The noise from outside did not distract him from watching his favorite cartoon. After all he was used to his home called KASHMIR- A place where militant group attacks and civil protests were not rare.
Madan was a normal Kashmiri kid. His cheeks as pink as native apples ,he went to school with his mom. His mom held him ...]]></description>
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		<title>Antiques – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/03/antiques-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 08:52:16 +0000</pubDate>
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Rita knew that it was high time she had a serious word with Vicky. He had been returning every other day with interesting antiques.
So while having dinner, she asked Vicky about it. “Vicks, where do you get these antiques from? They seem expensive. It must be costing you a fortune.”
“It doesn’t cost me anything. Six months back, I came across this antique shop. The owner Jack seemed excited to see my interest in antiques. I like him cause he’s my treasure trove,” said Vicky.
“Why doesn’t he charge you,” Rita asked. ...]]></description>
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		<title>Bluegrass for papaw – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/02/bluegrass-for-papaw-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 07:56:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Rebecca’s first year of life was spent in the doting arms of her paternal grandparents as I went back to work.  How many pictures of Rebecca with her papaw playing, cooing, and smiling from ear to ear on his lap are immeasurable.  She talked more about her papaw than anybody else, he even taught her how to write her name when she got older.
When Rebecca was 4, at a family reunion, some cousins fiddling everything bluegrass introduced her to the violin and the music.  Soon she was mastering her own ...]]></description>
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		<title>Golden adventure – A short 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>Friends at Leh – part 4 – Raghav’s adventure story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/05/03/short-adventure-story-part-4-adventures-of-raghav/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 10:56:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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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>Messing around – children short story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/03/17/messing-around-a-short-children-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 09:43:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Drik was excited. His dream of watching his favourite cricket stars in action was finally going to come true. How? The IPL season was on and the third match of the series between Deccan Chargers and Kolkata Knight Riders (KKR) was scheduled to take place at the stadium in his city. It was very close to his house. His dad’s best friend had managed to get two tickets for the both of them!
He had spent the past few weekends practicing his batting and bowling techniques – who knows, he might ...]]></description>
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		<title>Valentine’d love – short romantic 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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