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	<title>Short Story Library</title>
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		<title>Connie Smells Like Lillies &#8211; By Lawrence Gladeview</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/connie-smells-like-lillies-by-lawrence-gladeview/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 00:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lawrence Gladeview</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poetry submission]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
irresistible women vehemently reject her
inadequate, she screws overweight reprobates
insolent drug dealers progeny her face
strung-out, she croaks and thrashes
doctors vowelize no surgery time again
dejected, she stabs malnourished skin
family members identify a failed investment
capricious, she squats seedy hollowed-outs
she always used to tell me
now that we weren’t together
i couldn’t tell her what to do
i stand here now, holding [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Web Chat &#8211; By Srecko Zitnik</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/web-chat-by-srecko-zitnik/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/web-chat-by-srecko-zitnik/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 00:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Srecko Zitnik</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Short Stories Of The Week]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Story Submission]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[“Hey man, you can&#8217;t live without internet, can&#8217;t you? As a fact, your whole life is inside that box, isn&#8217;t it? Ok, this was a joke. You have your life, and it&#8217;s outside of the computer, am I right? You are just temporarily hooked up, with no intention to spend your life in a front [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Merger of Equals &#8211; By Gary Carter</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/merger-of-equals-by-gary-carter/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/merger-of-equals-by-gary-carter/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 00:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gary Carter</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Flash Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[flash fiction submission]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
The first time she said it, it didn’t register since he was still trying to figure out the basis for this sudden discussion. But he heard it the second time, and stopped her after the third.
“What do you mean, we need to integrate our lives?”
She halted mid-sentence, the words hanging in the air between them, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Patient &#8211; By Rob Sharp</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/patient-by-rob-sharp/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob Sharp</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Short Stories Of The Week]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Story Submission]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortstory.us.com/?p=703</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
The rain rattled on to the single-glazed skylight that stretched part-way across the barge&#8217;s roof. Above the glass, greyness pervaded the grim lower atmosphere of North London, and if we moved down through it, we&#8217;d have been able to see two men engaged in deep conversation. One of them was irate, the other appeared incredibly [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Support A New Small Poetry Press &#8211; Epic Rites Press</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/support-a-new-small-poetry-press-epic-rites-press/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/support-a-new-small-poetry-press-epic-rites-press/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Casey Quinn</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Casey's Corner]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Epic Rites Press]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poetry publisher]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Recently I have been reading some great books from a new small press that just started over the last few months called Epic Rites Press. The quality of the books are amazing both in the publication itself and the content that is put out. The founder of the press has surrounded himself with really talented [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Her Own Private Rapture &#8211; By Philip Gaber</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/her-own-private-rapture-by-philip-gaber/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Philip Gaber</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Micro Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[micro fiction submission]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
She’d be sitting alone, smoking a cigarette or drinking a glass of red wine in some sparsely-populated bar somewhere uptown, staring into the strained and obvious light.
Inevitably, some guy with beer nuts and Budweiser on his breath would accost her with some line like, “Let’s be laughing together next year,” and flash her a smile [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Other Side &#8211; By Adelaide B. Shaw</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/the-other-side-by-adelaide-b-shaw/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 02:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Adelaide B. Shaw</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poetry submission]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortstory.us.com/?p=693</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Sunday afternoon in a new cafe there are no other customers. Soon a group of five comes in with a swish of wind. Not the usual snatches of café talk- school, jobs, children, love, today’s news- the menu of daily lives. This group speaks of “channeling” through to the other side, communicating with a deceased [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Interview with poet John Yamrus &#8211; By Casey Quinn</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/interview-with-poet-john-yamrus-by-casey-quinn/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/interview-with-poet-john-yamrus-by-casey-quinn/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 02:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Casey Quinn</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Short Story News]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[John Yamrus]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poetry interview]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortstory.us.com/?p=699</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I recently had the chance to interview one of my favorite poets John Yamrus who after 40 years of writing is still producing amazing stuff. Hope you enjoy the read as much as I did the opportunity!
C.Q.: John thanks for carving out the time for this interview. I have often heard you say that it [...]]]></description>
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		<title>No Regrets – by Wanda Morrow-Clevenger</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/no-regrets-%e2%80%93-by-wanda-morrow-clevenger/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 02:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wanda Morrow-Clevenger</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Flash Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[flash fiction submission]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[　
“Ben Bordini died. His funeral’s today.” Nancy exuded a small-town-busybody quality. Something admired three decades ago when we first met. But only because she knew which local guys our age were single, recently split from girlfriends, or otherwise worthy of a backseat roll.
The phone shifted from right to left ear so I could empty grocery [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The End of the Party &#8211; By Graham Greene</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/the-end-of-the-party-by-graham-greene/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/the-end-of-the-party-by-graham-greene/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 00:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Graham Greene</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Short Stories Of The Week]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Classic Short Story]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Story Submission]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
Peter Morton woke with a start to face the first light. Rain tapped against the glass. It was January the fifth.
He looked across a table on which a night-light had guttered into a pool of water, at the other bed. Francis Morton was still asleep, and Peter lay down again with his eyes on his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Release &#8211; By John Ammirati</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/release-by-john-ammirati/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 00:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John Ammirati</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Micro Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[micro fiction submission]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortstory.us.com/?p=686</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Her mother yelled, &#8220;You were an accident! I would&#8217;ve had an abortion if I could have!&#8221;, and this was like the warden telling the innocent prisoner, &#8220;Our mistake, you&#8217;re free to go.&#8221; Now she would have to answer to no one.
She wept with the joy of release. &#8220;Thank you, mother.&#8221; She choked on her sobs. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bottled – By Douglas C. Pugh</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/bottled-%e2%80%93-by-douglas-c-pugh/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/bottled-%e2%80%93-by-douglas-c-pugh/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 00:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Douglas C. Pugh</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poetry submission]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortstory.us.com/?p=682</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[One word encompasses the fiery rage of hell
released in torrent invective, passion balled in knotted gouts
struggling to frame the blow before it lands
boundless, it has no vessel that contains
reason tears and shreds, a tornado incensed
with no sense of the red mist
through which it sees
yet green, shifted through envy and it&#8217;s mad gaze
it can cycle, a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Momentary Lapse In Memory &#8211; By A. L. Cerda</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/a-momentary-lapse-in-memory-by-a-l-cerda/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/a-momentary-lapse-in-memory-by-a-l-cerda/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 00:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>A. L. Cerda</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Flash Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[flash fiction submission]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortstory.us.com/?p=684</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
“That’s fucked up, don’t you think?”
“What’s fucked up?” I ask. My wife is driving us home from my mom’s, and once again, as I always do, I’ve gotten lost in my own thoughts of nothing, not paying attention to a word she’s saying.
“What your mom said.”
“Wait, why? What did my mom say?”
“About your dad.” I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Van Gogh’s Peach Tree – By Kyle Hemmings</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/van-gogh%e2%80%99s-peach-tree-%e2%80%93-by-kyle-hemmings/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/van-gogh%e2%80%99s-peach-tree-%e2%80%93-by-kyle-hemmings/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 02:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kyle Hemmings</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Micro Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[micro fiction submission]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortstory.us.com/?p=674</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
(based on the painting Peach Tree in Bloom at Arles, C. 1888, by Vincent Van Gogh)
There is a boy. The boy is standing in front of a munificent peach tree in all the splendor and atrophy of his afternoon existing. Shadows? Yes. There are midday shadows, hiding and seeking, long and greyish to offset the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Product Of Their Times – By Adelaide B. Shaw</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/a-product-of-their-times-%e2%80%93-by-adelaide-b-shaw/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/a-product-of-their-times-%e2%80%93-by-adelaide-b-shaw/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 02:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Adelaide B. Shaw</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Short Stories Of The Week]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Story Submission]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortstory.us.com/?p=677</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
It was beyond her control. What did she think she could do, a thirty-seven year old woman with no training? As she zipped along the Bronx River Parkway the scattered litter and the graffiti splattering the retaining walls and once graceful stone bridges kept drawing her eyes away from the road.
Jan brushed her long brown [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Coup &#8211; By Sean Silleck</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/coup-by-sean-silleck/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/coup-by-sean-silleck/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 02:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sean Silleck</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Short Stories Of The Week]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Short Story Submission]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortstory.us.com/?p=661</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
The three of us, Dan, Tanya and me, sat in Dan’s cubicle, plotting how to take over the department. We were sick of the bullshit. We were sick of Morgan, the editorial director, all her stupid procedures, so we were going to take over the department by force. Dan wanted to use box cutters and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Last Visit To The Toy Store &#8211; By Teresa Houle</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/last-visit-to-the-toy-store-by-teresa-houle/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/last-visit-to-the-toy-store-by-teresa-houle/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 02:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Teresa Houle</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Flash Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[flash fiction submission]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortstory.us.com/?p=657</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
Their waitress had left four mints for the two women.
“One for now, one for later,” said the mother, popping the white and green striped mint in her mouth. “Do you feel like walking off the cheesecake, Pam?&#8221;
&#8220;Why not?&#8221; she said, rubbing her soft belly. &#8220;It&#8217;s my day off from being mommy, and I deserve it.”
&#8220;I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Eddie &#8211; By John Yamrus</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/02/eddie-by-john-yamrus/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 02:00:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John Yamrus</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poetry submission]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://shortstory.us.com/?p=655</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Eddie
liked to
think he was
stronger than dirt,
but
he had a
weak spot
in his heart
for his dog,
Bastard.
now,
old Bastard,
he was tough.
he’d been hit
by cars
twice,
and,
even when Eddie
found him,
three years ago,
under the Parker’s steps,
with a
broken leg
and his throat cut,
he didn’t even
whimper.
Eddie wouldn’t have
noticed him
if he
didn’t hear him
moving around
in the leaves.
in fact,
that’s how
the dog
got his name.
when Eddie saw
the condition he was in,
he said
“Bastard!”
and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cielo y el Hombre del Sol &#8211; By Eric Bennett</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/01/cielo-y-el-hombre-del-sol-by-eric-bennett/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/01/cielo-y-el-hombre-del-sol-by-eric-bennett/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 02:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Bennett</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Micro Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[micro fiction submission]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
He came from the sun looking for darkness, or at least a little shade. All he wanted was to rest his eyes for a bit, which is why he chose the Earth – darkness abounds.
His incandescent wings took him just outside a California orchard where he walked in the cooling shade of a grove of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mikey – By Carolyn Belcher</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/01/mikey-%e2%80%93-by-carolyn-belcher/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 02:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carolyn Belcher</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Flash Fiction]]></category>
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Amanda’s hand shook as she opened the front door. Would she find another bunch of daffodils wilting on the doorstep?
‘Got an admirer?’ the post-woman asked, handing her a parcel that was too big for the letterbox. She was looking at the flowers.
An admirer? The thought leapt at her; an admirer, she need not be frightened [...]]]></description>
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