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		<title>Case Of Discussion – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/11/case-of-discussion-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 17:04:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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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>Water angel – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/10/water-angel-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 07:35:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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I left my two-year-old son without kissing him good-bye.
“Mama’s running to the store, play with daddy. I’ll be back soon.”
His dark brown eyes pierced the armor guarding my heart—as if we both knew I was lying.
But that was impossible. Mason had a hard enough time stringing together a coherent sentence, let alone comprehending the fact he’d never see his mother again.
Lyle didn’t so much as peel his eyes from the TV, or his lazy ass from the couch. Nothing new there. The last I heard of my husband’s voice?
A grunt.
The ...]]></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>Unsplit beings – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/09/unsplit-beings-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 08:36:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[
			
				
			
		

 

(Please read the Prelude &#38; Intent before reading the content. I also
recommend that the reader reads it as slowly as possible, interpreting
the gravity of each word)
 
~~~
The Beginning of Time.
Energy &#38; Space &#38; Light. Not Born yet.
Being. Unborn.
 
Split.
 
Inarticulate white sands mush with their feet. Their bodies are in
definitive. Not formed fully. Shapes are unclear. Eyes are unformed.
Moments from the first Sunrise. They face each other. Standing. Naked.
 
Distance exists. They move towards each other, without effort. They
see without light. Their undistracted vision merges into each other.
Distance recedes. ...]]></description>
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		<title>Nemesis – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/05/nemesis-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Aug 2010 06:16:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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She has been with me for last 3 years. She follows me wherever I go. It started on that day when I had visited her for the last time to convince her of my love and innocence.
I had gone here to talk to her, to plead her to come back to me. I had been trying to get back with her for several months. I had been begging her, following her everywhere, trying to reason with her. I had apologized many times, but she never gave me a second chance. ...]]></description>
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		<title>“The shy man cometh” : My encounter with Joey Ramone – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/04/the-shy-man-cometh-my-encounter-with-joey-ramone-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 08:44:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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When I was seventeen, I hand an encounter I would recall with fondness many years later.  It was the night I met Joey Ramone.  Actually, it wasn’t just Joey; Dee Dee, Johnny and Tommy were there too, but it’s Joey I remember.
It was 1977.  Jimmy Carter was President; serial killer, “Son of Sam”, was terrorizing New York, and Elvis Presley would die that August.  But for me, it was a summer of a music, cool clothes and fun.  Disco reigned supreme, but suddenly, out of the excess of thumping, and ...]]></description>
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		<title>The chocolate milk thieves – short contest story</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 05:57:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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“Do you speak Spanish?”  Christina, the nursing home administrator asked at the end of the interview, as I was applying for a position as a social worker
“Yes, I do. That’s my native language.” I proudly replied.
“Great! We need help with a Hispanic resident. No one speaks Spanish here, and we have problems communicating with him.”
The exciting news was not only being offered the job, but also the mission of assisting José, the Hispanic resident.
Someone I can speak to in my native language, I mused.
I met José, a thin man in ...]]></description>
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		<title>Last of the junkie days – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/03/last-of-the-junkie-days-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 09:43:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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Rap, rap, rap!  &#8220;What the…oh shit.&#8221;  I awake to the cop&#8217;s knocking on my car door window – I knew this was not a safe place to park, why did I stop here!?  The squad car is parked toward me, the citizen&#8217;s volunteer patrol vehicle is not far beyond.  I roll the window down.
&#8220;Take the keys out of the ignition and open the door!&#8221; I comply and am ripped out of the car forcefully.
&#8220;Let me see your arms!&#8221; The officer pulls my long sleeves up, revealing tracks and a small ...]]></description>
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		<title>The boy – short contest story</title>
		<link>http://www.shortstorybook.net/2010/08/03/the-boy-short-contest-story/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 09:28:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>writer1</dc:creator>
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“I want to die!” the little boy told me, tears streaming in rivulets down his chubby cheeks.
It’s not often that children step into the path of an oncoming bike, holding out the palm of their hand as a traffic warden would.  Having been a Social Worker for several years, I thought he had run away from home after a hiding.
This was not the time to offer platitudes. I hugged him, and rummaged in my backpack to get him a tissue.  I also drew out a bottle of orange juice, which ...]]></description>
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		<title>Antiques – short contest story</title>
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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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