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		<title>Sky Diving &#8211; Short story with adventure</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/02/21/sky-diving-short-story-with-adventure/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 18:37:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction Stories]]></category>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=499</guid>
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As soon as the instructor yelled, “JUMP”, at an altitude of 12,500 feet, all of us jumped out of the plane without a second thought. My stomach started rolling, soon I realised that the ground is missing beneath my legs&#8230;. and a sudden gush of wind took me as high as 15000 feet; extending my free fall to 75 seconds from the usual 60. I had no idea of the directions but one thing I knew for sure was that, I was moving south with gravity. Before I could gather ...]]></description>
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		<title>Point Of View &#8211; A different short story</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 04:12:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=486</guid>
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She got married at an early age of 21. For a 21yr old girl, it was all a heart warming experience . In ever walks of her life she was utmost cared by her loving parents, ‘cared more than the little pearl dew drop nestled on a shimmering green leaf.  She was never exposed to any form of worries, except for school exams and her homework. She was blessed with envious luxuries anyone could ever only wish, meant exclusively for her that too without ever asking.
Back in school she used ...]]></description>
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		<title>I Miss Her &#8211; A romantic story.</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/02/15/i-miss-her-a-romantic-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 08:26:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=469</guid>
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“Liz, make me a latte with an extra shot,” said Janet. She would be late as she was working on the latest contract, and thus needed some caffeine to keep on going. Janet paid for the coffee and took to the nearest corner table. Janet liked such lazy afternoons well deservedly enjoyed during her office breaks, as she could pretty much sit comfortably by a cozy corner and could get completely lost in a trashy novel without any worries disturbance her. She took out her latest Mills and Boons novel ...]]></description>
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		<title>Love in Life &#8211; Short Valentines&#8217; Day Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/02/10/love-in-life-short-valentines-day-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 10:30:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Andrew was kind of bored. He wondered what was up with Eva. From his balcony, Andrew aimed his powerful binoculars towards the tiny cottage searching for little Nina as he heard her voice floating towards him through a short distance.
“Where’s Eva?” Eva was Nina&#8217;s aunt who had taken the little one under her wings when her parents died in a car crash. It didn’t matter that at 26 years, Eva was quite young herself! And how the two were now managing to stay in the tiny one bedroom cottage puzzled ...]]></description>
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		<title>2 sisters &#8211; Short Fiction Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/01/25/2-sisters-short-fiction-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 09:49:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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Even though they grew up in the same little place called as their home, Priy and Ruksa never got along with each other very well. These two were the typical neighborly sister’s that one may come across at every nook and into every corner of the city. Being always on the move the twosomes never had a chance to get settled in one particular place for more than a gap of few years. ‘Ruksa’ the little one! Was very much of a dear child towards her father. A major general ...]]></description>
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		<title>Remembering 26/11</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/11/30/remembering-2611/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 18:28:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=301</guid>
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It’s been raining all night and I have been sitting by the window waiting for dawn, waiting for the skies to clear up, waiting to see the first rays of the morning sun beaming through the clouds.
I lay on my bed and see the shadow of a raindrop on my cheek as it glides on my window pane. Is it me crying? Am I hurting? Suddenly it seems like the skies reflect the canvas of my life. I am forced into a recluse I want to be in my happy ...]]></description>
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		<title>Foster Love &#8211; An Unique Love Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/08/21/foster-love/</link>
		<comments>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/08/21/foster-love/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 11:01:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=283</guid>
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Tanya stood in her wedding finery at the boutique. This was her 3rd dress trial in 2 months. Vicky was calling her confused which tie should he pick for the wedding. Vicky kept calling till she finally answered the phone.. &#8220;Oh god can&#8217;t you like do one thing on your own.” She yelled over the phone.” I am yet to finalize my fittings. Ok fine tell me which colors.. And yeah your blazer is brown.. Yeah perfect copper would do.. Yes of course in silk.” Vicky smiled wickedly. He knew ...]]></description>
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		<title>9/11 &#8211; Love Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/08/09/911-love-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 10:07:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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David met Sheena in London. It was their mutual thirst for travelling round the globe that had brought them together. They had bumped into each other in a coffee shop. Not finding any place to sit, Sheena had asked him if she could share his table. He had shaken his head rather non-chalantly. And as one thing had led to the other, both of them realised that they shared the same passion – exploring the world.
Now while Sheena was from India, David had come all the way from Berlin. Both ...]]></description>
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		<title>Treasure Hunt</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/08/02/treasure-hunt/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 18:14:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.shortstorybook.net/?p=261</guid>
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Pixie was having a lovely time staying with grandma and grandpa in the quaint little cottage. But as we all know, good things are short lived – it was Pixie’s last afternoon with the old darlings and she needed to start packing to go home to mummy and daddy the next morning. She told grandpa that she needed some time on her own.
“Honey, don’t you want to find the hidden treasure?” grandpa asked. Pixie stopped packing and stared at him. Grandma joined grandpa and they smiled at each other.
“Like a ...]]></description>
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		<title>The Power of Love &#8211; A Love Story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/07/13/the-power-of-love-a-love-story/</link>
		<comments>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/07/13/the-power-of-love-a-love-story/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 09:12:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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It was a bright Monday morning. The passengers sitting in the chartered bus watched with sympathy as the beautiful young woman, with the walking stick, carefully made her way up the steep steps of the bus. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the seats, she moved ahead, walked down the aisle and found the seat that the conductor said was empty. Finally she settled in, placed her bag on her lap and rested her stick against her leg.
It had been a year since Sara became blind ...]]></description>
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