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	<title>Short Story Library &#187; flash fiction submission</title>
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		<title>A Little Pinch &#8211; By David Aquila</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 00:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David Aquila</dc:creator>
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“You might feel a little pinch.” That’s how it starts and I turn my head to the right. I never can watch the needle go in, but I look back as soon as she snaps the band free of my bicep and tells me to unclench my hand. The blood fills the glass vial in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Late Delivery &#8211; By Nicholas Conley</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/05/late-delivery-by-nicholas-conley/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2010 14:00:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nicholas Conley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I take the pizza box out of the bag. I hand it to Man #3. He opens up the box. He looks at me suspiciously. He ordered pepperoni and pineapple and if it isn’t just how he likes it, he’ll blame me. I know the type.
Man #3 seems satisfied. I smile. I even got the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Such A Lovely Dream &#8211; By A.L. Cerda</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2010 14:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>A. L. Cerda</dc:creator>
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It was such a lovely dream, too. My first dream about Sadie, how could it be anything but? So rife for pseudo-Freudian psychoanalysis, everything a metaphor for my fears and desires, my excitement and my frustration.
The dream started with me at work, caught in a playful argument with my fellow workers about whether or not [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Will Not Eat Cookies – By Amy Corbin</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/i-will-not-eat-cookies-%e2%80%93-by-amy-corbin/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 01:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Amy Corbin</dc:creator>
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Recently, I gave all my size 4 clothing to Goodwill. This was very hard to do. I’d been holding on to those things for 10 years. I told myself I was not giving up on being size 4. It was just that these clothes were no longer in style, and when I got down to [...]]]></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>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 00:00:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gary Carter</dc:creator>
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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>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>
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“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>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>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 00:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>A. L. Cerda</dc:creator>
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		<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>Last Visit To The Toy Store &#8211; By Teresa Houle</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 02:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Teresa Houle</dc:creator>
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		<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>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>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
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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		<title>A Girl Named Cliché – By Gwendolyn Dolske</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/01/a-girl-named-cliche-%e2%80%93-by-gwendolyn-dolske/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 02:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gwendolyn Dolske</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
A girl named Cliché entered the classroom. “I’m Cliché” she said. She had a habit of announcing herself when entering a room. It was always followed by an awkward moment. No one ever bothered to tell her the announcement was unnecessary. “Am I late?” she whispered to the student in front of her as she [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The song of the dragonflies – By T. Paul Buzan</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/01/the-song-of-the-dragonflies-%e2%80%93-by-t-paul-buzan/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 00:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>T. Paul Buzan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dragonflies on stained-glass wings skim over a lake. Their reflections flash like finely cut jewels on the surface of the water. Ancient creatures, unchanged for countless millennia, the sound of their flight vibrates in the air with a song much older than man.
An old man walks through a rice paddy. His shoes are worn. The [...]]]></description>
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		<title>May 30th &#8211; By Sean Sundquist</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/12/may-30th-by-sean-sundquist/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 02:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sean Sundquist</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
that saying “April showers, bring May flowers.”
 
May 12th
My life is under control once again. I’m happy. This brand new baby boy is the light of my life. He’s my first, and I wish it could have only happened sooner. His smile allows me to forget past troubles. His face portends a brighter future. His eyes [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Circles – By T. Paul Buzan</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/12/circles-%e2%80%93-by-t-paul-buzan/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 02:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>T. Paul Buzan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[On some nights in the lambent, moonlit air shadows of tall pines and burial mounds seem to dance and move volitionally all along the mountain. They tumble and chase one another like children or young animals at play.
There are stories that tell of those who long ago tended the warning beacons for which this mountain [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Gorilla &#8211; By Adam Graupe</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/11/the-gorilla-by-adam-graupe/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 03:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Adam Graupe</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was my first day on the job as a clerk at the Department of Motor Vehicles, and the line stood about twenty people deep. I looked over to a Gorilla who sat at his desk. This Gorilla was at least fifty pounds overweight and wore glasses that constantly slipped down the bridge of his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winds of Change, Inc. – By Omar Gheith</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/11/winds-of-change-inc-%e2%80%93-by-omar-gheith/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 02:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Omar Gheith</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday, a young man came by my house and asked if I’d like to participate in a revolution. His organization had been going from door to door in all of the significant neighborhoods, he explained, collecting signatures. He asked me if I was outraged.
“I guess I could be happier,” I mused. At this, his face [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Confident Bastard – By B. Collette Davis</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/11/confident-bastard-%e2%80%93-by-b-collette-davis/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>B. Collette Davis</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I introduced my co-worker to a prying website dubbing itself as a public search engine. The virtual nuisance supplies addresses and telephone numbers of almost anyone who is unknowingly in demand. My co-worker began her exploration: a lost class mate, an ex-boyfriend, finally, her father. She delayed her enthusiasm, saving the person she desired most [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sucking In Magic &#8211; By Carolyn Belcher</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/10/sucking-in-magic-by-carolyn-belcher/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 02:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Carolyn Belcher</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I walk down the empty street. The house is in darkness. The windows stare back at me as if to say, ‘Go now. Don’t be a ghost, haunting these rooms.’
I am an unloved, unlovely woman who… who…
Gina wouldn’t have understood that her words were as good as a punch in the belly, a punch that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Third Wish &#8211; By Matthew C. Plourde</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/10/third-wish-by-matthew-c-plourde/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 16:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matthew C. Plourde</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jake scratched his chin. &#8220;I thought genies granted three wishes?&#8221;
The dark, impish creature grinned and said, &#8220;We do&#8230; just not like you think.&#8221;
&#8220;How does it work, then?&#8221; Jake asked.
&#8220;You get one wish, then I get one wish,&#8221; the genie said. &#8220;And, if you survive my wish, you will get one more.&#8221;
&#8220;If I survive?&#8221;
&#8220;Yes, yes,&#8221; the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Extreme Synesthesia &#8211; By Ali Simpson</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/09/extreme-synesthesia-by-ali-simpson/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 01:00:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ali Simpson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Sew him up&#8230;and we&#8217;ll see what happens.&#8221;
The letters were crunchy and a distinct scent of Fritos wafted from them. Dr. Paul Marshall&#8217;s name tag would go great with bean dip, Leroy thought. He smacked his dry lips and squinted against the bright light hanging above the operating table. A dull pain pulsed slowly on the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>God And The Editorial Board &#8211; By Larry Centor</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/09/god-and-the-editorial-board-by-larry-centor/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 01:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Larry Centor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[God, in his wispy self, was relaxing in the chair at the head of the large oval table. Overhead, the ceiling was a limitless clear blue sky. Beneath, the floor was a limitless clear blue sky. The occasion was an extraordinary meeting of God and his Celestial Editorial Board. It was extraordinary because it was [...]]]></description>
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