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	<title>Short Stories Online &#187; teenage story</title>
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		<title>Ananya &amp; Anita – short fiction story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/12/20/ananya-anita-short-fiction-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2010 13:13:03 +0000</pubDate>
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Ananya ran to simmer the burning stove. It was 2nd time in a row this week that she had put the milk to boil, forgotten all about it and now a good deal of milk was running all over the neat stainless steel kitchen counter. “Mother is going to get mad at me again”, thought Ananya to herself. “Mother hated milk and other necessities going to waste, but what the heck, a glass here and there, it was no big deal. She will clean it anyways after she is home” ...]]></description>
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		<title>This digital love – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/05/the-digital-love-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 06:41:49 +0000</pubDate>
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Andrew Cooley is single.
Fearbird Black likes this.
Fearbird Black Hey handsome!
Andrew Cooley Uh..thanks&#8230;.where do I know you?
Fearbird Black Idk you friended me I think
Andrew Cooley oh k, what up?
Fearbird Black you live in my same town!
Andrew Cooley cool
Fearbird Black IM Fearbird_Black@yahoo.com  
accept contact Andrew Cooley?  Allow
Jessica Black
Hey
Andrew Cooley
You&#8217;re pretty hot
i checked your pics
Jessica Black
Ya whatcha gonna do
Andrew Cooley
jus chillin
wanna cme over
got beer
Jessica Black
lol
i like ur pic and ur brothers cute
Andrew Cooley
you have hot frendz
Jessica Black
where&#8217;s ur brother
Andrew Cooley
Iraqq
Jessica Black
ooooo
Andrew Cooley
u like jager?
Jessica Black
ya
Andrew Cooley
how old r u
Jessica Black
19 u
Andrew Cooley
22
Jessica ...]]></description>
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		<title>Eternal lives – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/02/eternal-lives-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 06:35:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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I see him in his rocking chair, under the cool shadow of
the cherry tree we planted ten years ago. Eyes closed,
a smile on his lips, he’s doing what he loved doing best-
listening to the wind rustling the woods surrounding our house.
Grandpa’s ears, always alert, pick up the sweet music of the dry
leaves crunching under my feet. Looking at me he grins.
I feel like a six year old all over again, making little paper boats
with him by the lake.
I sit at his feet, leaning towards him, laying my head on his ...]]></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>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 09:30:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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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 – part 1 – short fiction story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/03/14/the-wait-part-1-not-a-short-story/</link>
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		<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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		<title>Kaipo che – short romantic story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/01/15/kite-flying-festival-makar-shankrant-short-love-story/</link>
		<comments>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/01/15/kite-flying-festival-makar-shankrant-short-love-story/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Jan 2010 10:52:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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Lila’s graduation exams had just got over. She was getting bored sitting at home as there was not much to do. How she wished she had someone special to take her out on a date…movie…shopping…anywhere away from the confines of her room. She was almost 20 and very keen to flaunt a boyfriend in front of her friends. And why not? Isn’t that what they all did?
It’s not that guys hadn’t proposed to her, she just didn’t want any of them. Her heart never missed a beat when they were ...]]></description>
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		<title>Love needs no words – short love story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/06/18/love-needs-no-words-a-love-story/</link>
		<comments>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2009/06/18/love-needs-no-words-a-love-story/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 11:14:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Short Stories</dc:creator>
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Rita and Patrick had known each other ever since they were in school. It was not something that their parents liked. Rita’s parents said his family background was not that great and she would have to suffer if she married him. His parents said the girl’s family thought too much of themselves, having come into money recently.
This often spoiled things between the couple and made them quarrel. Rita knew how much Patrick loved her, but even then she always asked him, &#8220;Pats how much do you love me?&#8221;
Since Patrick was ...]]></description>
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