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		<title>Case Of Discussion – short contest story</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 17:04:56 +0000</pubDate>
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A Luxurious Car took a sharp turn and stopped at Mumbai’s Khar Drive. A
serious looking man came out of the rear door. By dressing, He was looking
like a senior executive of some multinational company. Wearing a shining
black suit, well-polished shoes and costly rayban’s goggle covering his
eyes, He certainly became center of attraction for all. However, this area
use to accommodate many MNCs offices but very few people used to come to
this side of the street .Therefore, His coming was a genuine cause of
curiosity for the people.In our country, the most common ...]]></description>
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		<title>Broken line – short contest story</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 16:14:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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There&#8217;s something about continuity. It&#8217;s always welcome.
It&#8217;s predictable&#8230;mostly.
My father isn&#8217;t an easy man to deal with. Sometimes I wish I was
comfortable with the idea of being gay. Just to rattle his cage. So I
had to settle with being a sewage disposal consultant (everybody&#8217;s a
consultant).
He was very unhappy with me, to say the least. When I get home in the
evenings, he&#8217;d say over his shoulder,&#8221;Don&#8217;t forget the disinfectant!
And shower outside!!&#8221;
It&#8217;s how he runs me down. It&#8217;s cool. It&#8217;s worth every moment of
watching him squirm when we have guests. Naturally they ask ...]]></description>
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		<title>Burning a dying beast – short contest story.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 11:18:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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There&#8217;s nothing exciting about fireworks at night. Especially when
it&#8217;s trained in your general direction. Cameron Vidai kept his head
low &#38; studied the shadows his attackers. Judging by their sizes, he
could tell how close they were&#8230;and they were getting closer every
time he looked.
He turned to check his &#8216;borrowed&#8217; assault rifle. If only its previous
owner had had the grace to die quietly. The lung power of a dying man
never ceased to amaze him. It wasn&#8217;t a typical situation. Nothing is
typical about dealing with nuclear weapons. He had to keep his eyes on
his ...]]></description>
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		<title>A journey beyond time – short contest story</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 10:08:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Om…hello, am I speaking with Om? Om, Hi… ___ here…you remember me…I don’t know why I am calling you today…but can we meet…sure, I will drop in this moment…
(in a daze) He spoke as if he had known all along, that one day I shall turn towards him…
I didn’t ask him what time…well, he asked me to visit him this moment…why this moment…as if the world was being visited by a special moment…which was going to brush away the accumulated dust off our hearts and minds…
Anyway, onward to Om’s house…
(Om ...]]></description>
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		<title>Out in the water – short contest story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 12:22:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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11 pm, Monday, August 10, 2010, New Delhi
“Looking out of my office bus window, I realized that the invention of motorcars were nothing but a waste of time. We sit inside the tin boxes discounting the fun of natural phenomena like rain!
I kept starring at the massive jams outside and somehow a thought came to my mind, why am I being so depressed about this rain. After all when I saw outside, cloud where on ‘cloud nine’ and it raining very heavily…And then
I took the CORRECT step…
I decided to complete ...]]></description>
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		<title>A leaders heart – short contest story.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 11:58:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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In a very dark day, a quarrel in a family that resulted in a child of dissidents were expelled from the village. The boy ran up the mountain to bring thousands of hurt there. Where there is no one person can find himself.
&#8220;Why everything becomes like this&#8221;
&#8220;Why am I not wanted in my family&#8221;
Children were asked to nature while lamenting the sadness that happened to him.
children were aware that many of the mistakes that he did and a lot of dreams that have not materialized. He walked in a very ...]]></description>
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		<title>The day, the music died – short contest story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 11:30:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Glasses swirled. The Old monk rested. Mixed with Soda and ice cubes,
it waited patiently for its date with his senses. It wouldn’t be long.
Fingers were busy. It was not every day that they found themselves
handling a cigarette with clichéd style. Half done, thought the brain,
unaware that the real deal was to come from the last two puffs. It was
a day of surprises. Surprise for the body and for the mind, both of
which stood powerless, watching as he plunged into stimulation – for
the first time.
Gaurang smiled. He felt like a consultant ...]]></description>
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		<title>The energy network – short contest story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 11:12:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Year: 2025
Damn the battery! shouted the boy, cursing the cell phone in his hand,
which innocently continued to blink a little red dot on its forehead,
whilst the screen robotically announced repeatedly -‘Battery Low’-. X,
sitting next to him, curved his lips in a hidden smile while his eyes
toyed with the little red blink. In spite of the stealth used, the
teenager managed to catch a glimpse of the little curve on the man’s
face. He flared. ‘What are you smiling at?’ he sniped. X, his cute
smile intact, without a blink, grabbed the cell phone ...]]></description>
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		<title>Magic – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/10/magic-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 05:50:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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The Indian Railway train #2032 down Raajdhaani Express slowed down and finally stopped at a railway station. There were very few people on the platform. A frail man stood on the platform, facing the train. He was doing small magic tricks. He pulled out a scarf from nowhere and his wand vanished into thin air! Inside the train a &#8216;man of science&#8217; and an author of romantic novels sat by the window seats, facing each other. He relied on logic and she (the author), relied on her heart. The two ...]]></description>
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		<title>Dreams come true – short contest story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 05:18:03 +0000</pubDate>
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I wake up with a start. It had to be a nightmare.
What else can possibly explain it?
Dazed, I glance at the clock. 4am.
Waking up scared, night after night, how long will I suffer?
I snuggle under my sleep-warmed quilt and my hand reaches out
to stroke the cold half of the bed-Empty since the last month.
All I want to do is curl up and weep.
But the tears have all dried up, sucked out from me by the same dark
angel that crushed his skull to unidentifiable pieces that evening.
I feel cold inside, without ...]]></description>
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