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	<title>Short Story Library &#187; Micro Fiction</title>
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		<title>The Cost of a Baby &#8211; By Yolande Pienaar</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 08:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Yolande Pienaar</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[horror micro fiction]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Jim walks down the long empty passage, the scent of antiseptics overwhelming in his nostrils. Number eight, number six. He glances down at the small card in his hand. Mrs. Robson is in room two. Three more to go. He walks past an open door and flicks his gaze inside. Four white hospital beds line [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Devastation &#8211; By Jo Orbell</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 08:00:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jo Orbell</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She stood open mouthed.
A scene of complete devastation in front of her.
Too many times she had been in this situation before, but it never got any easier. She knew she could never quit. Too many depended on her. Clutching her hand to her mouth, trying desperately not to gag and taking a deep breath, she [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Father&#8217;s Day &#8211; By Daryl Baldwin</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 08:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Daryl Baldwin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[‘To the best daddy in the whole world. I love you.’
As he read the words again on the card, tears spilled from his eyes.
Kneeling, he said, ‘I love you too Honey. I’m proud to be your dad. You’ll always be my little girl.’
Desolate, he kissed her image, leaving tears on her photograph and flowers on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Headline &#8211; By Oonah V Joslin</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2008/09/headline-by-oonah-v-joslin/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 08:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Oonah V Joslin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As he approached the tiny shop in Horsetail Yard, Simon noted down some details. Cobbled lane, wisteria covered front, red door with paint peeling in the sun, crystals sending out blinding flashes from lace curtained, square, lead paned windows. He hadn&#8217;t expected to get the juicy jobs as junior journalist on MiniMail but so far [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Window On The World &#8211; By Robert James Shand</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2008/09/window-on-the-world-by-robert-james-shand/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2008 08:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robert James Shand</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I&#8217;m telling you the truth Officer, I saw a woman running and screaming down the street with nothing on.&#8221; They never believe me when I call them. They think I&#8217;m nuts. Well, I&#8217;m not nuts and the woman was real.I see the strangest things through my window. I&#8217;m lucky to have a good window. Some [...]]]></description>
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		<title>There&#8217;s Always Tomorrow &#8211; By Guy Cousins</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2008/08/theres-always-tomorrow/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 08:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Guy Cousins</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[So I guess I&#8217;m still alive, that&#8217;s the main thing. What is pain anyway? Surely no more than a state of mind &#8211; an internal reaction to an external action. I can handle this. I don&#8217;t have to say goodbye. You&#8217;re gone. Wiped. F*** off.
But you don&#8217;t see my tears as I unfold your note [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Betrayal &#8211; By Daryl Baldwin</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2008/07/the-betrayal/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 08:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Daryl Baldwin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dead. That’s how I feel. Your words are like shrapnel. Each shard has found a niche in my flesh and it hurts. You wounded me when you told the truth. I guess it hurt to tell me but who cares how you feel. I am betrayed. 
So how long has it gone on? Did you [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Tramp &#8211; By Daryl Baldwin</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2008/07/the-tramp-by-daryl-baldwin/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 08:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Daryl Baldwin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Bill looked like a circus clown; walking with a short stoop and slow shuffle in those oversize shoes made children laugh. Layers of clothes and the Columbo style coat hid his small frame from the world.
I remember the first time I ever saw him. I came out of school; running to the gate where my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Night For Flying &#8211; By Jennifer Walmsley</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2008/07/a-night-for-flying/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 22:28:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jennifer Walmsley</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[From her bedroom window, two storeys up, Clara had watched children flying, seven houses away. The scene had been idylic; a scene she’d savoured since early June and at night, alone in her room, she plotted and schemed.
Now the time had come and, in the early hours, letting herself out of her room, she crept [...]]]></description>
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