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	<title>Short Story Library &#187; micro fiction submission</title>
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		<title>A Simple Tool &#8211; By Matt Mok</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/07/a-simple-tool-by-matt-mok/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 00:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matt Mok</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She found the Colt 1911 in a box behind an old pair of snow boots. It was old, some of its metallic luster lost after years of storage. Her grandfather carried it at Normandy, shot Germans with it, served two tours with it strapped to his hip until he returned home. It was never fired [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Original Sin All Over Again &#8211; By Rich Gagliano</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/05/original-sin-all-over-again-by-rich-gagliano/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 14:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rich Gagliano</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
“The cereal aisle is the devil&#8217;s workshop, our children are tempted just like Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden&#8221; Bishop Tobias T. Truth bellowed to a stunned congregation. Friday night services started in the usual way, the choir singing &#8220;Just another walk with Thee”, organist Melody Mockingbird providing direction and accompaniment.
The lone [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Achilles’ Heel &#8211; By Ashley Vemuri</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/05/achilles%e2%80%99-heel-by-ashley-vemuri/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2010 14:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ashley Vemuri</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
I have never once seen him sleep. Always, I manage to fall asleep first, drifting off against the bony surface of his chest, arms and legs wrapped around him like one of those miniature magnetic stuffed animals that are condemned to eternally hug pens. No matter where we are, I am always the first one [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lessons From My Father &#8211; By Paul Beckman</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/04/lessons-from-my-father-by-paul-beckman/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2010 00:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paul Beckman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
My father talked in “sayings”—trying to work at least one into every conversation.
“There is no good time for something bad to happen,” he said for the umpteenth time while I stood in front of him crying over an injustice.
Tired, really tired, of his lack of sympathy and verbal abuse, I stomped on his bare foot [...]]]></description>
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		<title>An exhibition, not a sport &#8211; By Paul Beckman</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/an-exhibition-not-a-sport-by-paul-beckman/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2010 22:09:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paul Beckman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
I was late getting home from work.
Only six hours.
I walked on tip-toes carrying my shoes.
Sarah was sitting in the living room with the TV on mute. Wrestling illuminated the room.
It was a full moon.
Need I say more?
 
About the Author
Paul Beckman
Paul Beckman is a real estate salesman, a snorkeler, occasionally a diver, a photographer, a grandfather, [...]]]></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>
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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>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>
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		<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>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>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 02:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kyle Hemmings</dc:creator>
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		<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>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>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 02:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric Bennett</dc:creator>
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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>Mountains – By Chloe Zola</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/01/mountains-%e2%80%93-by-chloe-zola/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 00:00:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chloe Zola</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The ribbon of pavement winds steadily ahead, in and out of an unwavering presence that humbles us all. The Texas humidity and our skepticism roll away as we rise higher among the mountains and drift farther South. Hushed birds, not flapping as though on schedule, but soaring between layers of heat and wind sail against [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pennsylvania Senate Passes Restroom Equality Resolution &#8211; By Larry Centor</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/01/pennsylvania-senate-passes-restroom-equality-resolution-by-larry-centor/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/01/pennsylvania-senate-passes-restroom-equality-resolution-by-larry-centor/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 02:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Larry Centor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[PENNSYLVANIA SENATE
PASSES RESTROOM
EQUALITY RESOLUTION
By LARRY CENTOR
HARRISBURG, Pa. – The Pennsylvania Senate has passed a resolution calling for equal restroom facilities for heterogeneous and homogeneous individuals along the state’s toll roads.
By a 33 to 14 vote, with two abstentions, the Senate passed the Restroom Equal Access Measure, or REAM as it usually referenced. “We feel it’s [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On the Seventh Day &#8211; By David Schembri</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/12/on-the-seventh-day-by-david-schembri/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/12/on-the-seventh-day-by-david-schembri/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 03:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David Schembri</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“The Evolution is complete. You are finished!”
Adam rose and gazed at his perfect fingers. Eve stroked the silky strands of her golden hair as she lay in the lush, green grass of Eden.
“How did you create us?” asked Adam with wonder.
“With all the love in my heart . . . and a little help from [...]]]></description>
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		<title>She Knew I Was There – By Scott Fennell</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/11/after-hours-of-walking-%e2%80%93-by-scott-fennell/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/11/after-hours-of-walking-%e2%80%93-by-scott-fennell/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 01:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Scott Fennell</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[After hours of walking, jumping, climbing, sliding, riding and eating, she still had it in her to ride the one and only Rollo coaster at Idlewild Amusement Park. A 1938 classic wooden coaster. Sure&#8230;it isn&#8217;t the Demon Drop or Magic Mountain, but it was a big deal to her. We waited in line as her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Beauty Salon – By Stephen Edward Taylor</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/11/the-beauty-salon-%e2%80%93-by-stephen-edward-taylor/</link>
		<comments>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/11/the-beauty-salon-%e2%80%93-by-stephen-edward-taylor/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Stephen Edward Taylor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chris’s grandfather had been adamant all those years ago. “Real men don’t carry umbrellas, and don’t use hair dryers, ”the retired Sergeant-Major had said. Chris was certain that his grandfather would believe that real men did not color their hair. Chris&#8217; older sister colored her hair and his grandmother had colored her hair a purplish [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The 70’s Energy Crisis, Redux – By Dale Harkness</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/11/the-70%e2%80%99s-energy-crisis-redux-%e2%80%93-by-dale-harkness/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 02:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dale Harkness</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ever regret watching a box office movie? Mind you, I’m not talking about remorse for time wasted watching a movie with cinematography so bad it gives pause to wonder if a blind woodsman hacked the film together from discarded footage strewn about a cutting room floor. No, I’m referring to the disdain one feels after [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Swingle Limes – By J. Keegan</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/11/swingle-limes-%e2%80%93-by-j-keegan/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>J. Keegan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Go out for poms. Drivers license. An only family graduation party. Crappy grassland university. Communications major. Want ads. No job and having to live at home. Having to waitress forever. Marrying a dud. 1200 square foot house. 2.2 children. Sorority sisters on Facebook. Husband’s affair at the office with a younger, thinner woman. Trying to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>When the Phone Rings &#8211; By Sydney Rende</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/10/when-the-phone-rings-by-sydney-rende/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 02:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sydney Rende</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She knows it’s him when the phone rings. It’s the redundant, sing-song tone she’s been dreading since the last time he called. She doesn’t want to answer; but she knows if she doesn’t, it won’t stop. The painful tune will clog her ears and permeate the veins in her brain until finally, she gives in, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Weeds – By Sue Reid Sexton</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/10/weeds-%e2%80%93-by-sue-reid-sexton/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 01:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sue Reid Sexton</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the old railway tunnel beneath the park I had one of those moments, the ones that feel like I&#8217;ve newly stepped out of a dream. I remember the first time. We were in a Tipperary lane and you&#8217;d jumped a fence for a pee and I wondered suddenly how I&#8217;d got there and why [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Habits &#8211; By Paul Beckman</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/10/habits-by-paul-beckman/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 16:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paul Beckman</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I took up smoking to lose the weight that I&#8217;d gained when I quit smoking earlier on.
Then I began chewing gum, big wads of it, every time I wanted a cigarette and I was able to quit again but I always had a full cheek of Double Bubble.
Pinch yourself between the thumb and forefinger each [...]]]></description>
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		<title>FireFly &#8211; By S. Scott</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2009/09/firefly-by-s-scott/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 01:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>S. Scott</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[His side of the bed had been empty for weeks but that night I slept deeply. Wrapped safely in the heat of his body, I dreamt the dreams of home, of family and balance restored. Awoken softly by his breath on my cheek, or a chance moment of mutual cognizance I heard him murmur &#8220;look [...]]]></description>
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