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	<title>Short Story Library &#187; Short Story Submission</title>
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		<title>One Last Good Year – By Benjamin Alvarado</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 00:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Benjamin Alvarado</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Down the narrow road from the Brownsville Shrimp Basin that shelters numerous abandoned shrimp boats is The Mermaid Bar. On the roof is an old Mexcian flag and next to the entrance is the carved, wooden mermaid Nicasio De Leon salvaged from a Linares dirt road. He once shrimped the waters of the Gulf but [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Going for a Ride – By Bob Burnett</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 00:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bob Burnett</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
My Las Vegas fantasy of party-time with lovely ladies smashed against stark staring reality within days of my arrival. Tonight’s Las Vegas reality was borderline exhaustion from humping trays, peg racks and glassware on and off the dish machine conveyor for ten hours on second shift. No lovely ladies waited impatiently for me and I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nafeez – By Barnali Saha</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 00:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Barnali Saha</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
I
He was tall, over six feet in height, dark and mustachioed. His shinning bald head mirrored the morning sun. The slum was not a pretty place, it was a squalid neighborhood perennially sunk in blind ignavia. He seemed an anachronism in that dingy locality, his fresh suit and clean shaven face discretely mocked the gross [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sweat – By Robert Earle</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 00:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robert Earle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The yoga people at the Govinda camp were gentle and friendly but nervous sometimes. All summer they flew into Helena, jeeped out here into the hilly woods, did their classes, massages, and hot tubs, and on Wednesday afternoons they walked past the pond to the yellow teepee where George and Albert would be waiting for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Camp Keller &#8211; By BJ Bourg</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 00:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>BJ Bourg</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
The man squinted against the pelting rain. His head bobbed violently as the front of the Boston Whaler collided with the rough waves. It jarred him to the bone. He wiped the water from his face and strained to see through the sheets of water. Thunder rumbled and lightning struck nearby. His head swiveled in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Sequin Underworld &#8211; By Guy Mankowski</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2010 00:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Guy Mankowski</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wish she would pull David out of her ears. Bowie’s ‘Velvet Goldmine’ is filtering incessantly from her earphones, and I wonder if anyone will ever hang onto my words as desperately as she does to his. That’s the first thought I remember having this evening; and I must recount them precisely if they are [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Good Belief is Hard To Find &#8211; By Gail Taylor</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2010 00:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gail Taylor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Arguments with Benjamin had lessened lately. A verbal match was not what Ivy Lovell needed on this warm spring morning. She wished to grace the university with her lecture mentally packed and ready to unfurl for people more appreciative than he, so she pointed a sleek boot through the doorway of her son’s small study [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Dreamer &#8211; By Luke Mason</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 May 2010 14:00:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Luke Mason</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
Ron slipped into another fantasy. This one was familiar to him; but couldn’t remember every detail of it; he felt a sense of familiarity with this world and its environment. That warm and bubbly feeling when you slip into a dreamy and comfortable state. This was home for him, a place where he could control [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Searching for William Manchester – By Robert Meade</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 14:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robert Meade</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
Eileen Katherine O&#8217;Brien decided finally to go to Wesleyan University, not because it was far enough from home that she would have to board but because there she could begin searching for William Manchester.
William Manchester was Eileen&#8217;s father&#8217;s favorite author. Manchester had nineteen books in print, various editions of eleven separate titles. He wrote biographies [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Vanity &#8211; By J.J. Daniels</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2010 14:00:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>J.J. Daniels</dc:creator>
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They were filthy, every single one of them. He could barely stand to look at them as they wandered down the grocery store aisles in their sweatpants, cut-up jeans, t-shirts and tank tops, carrying with them the unshaven, foul-smelling stench of poverty. Not a single ounce of self-respect remained among the lot of them; because [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Grimner’s Tornado &#8211; By Robert C. J. Graves</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/04/grimner%e2%80%99s-tornado-by-robert-c-j-graves/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 23:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robert C. J. Graves</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
Coach Jed Foster led his Tornados out into the Swamp as it shook with roaring Gator fans. It was college football’s opening day and Western Kansas State’s first game ever as an NCAA Football Bowl Subdivision (FBS) team. Coach Foster made his way to the sidelines where he immediately grabbed his Freshman running back, Jim [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Brave, the Bold, the Battered – By Daniel W. Davis</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2010 00:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Daniel W. Davis</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
He wasn&#8217;t surprised that it still stood. There was no reason the building shouldn&#8217;t have been condemned and destroyed—all the windows were busted, the brick walls were crumbling, the doors were dented or knocked off their hinges. The floors inside were probably full of holes. Any wood remaining had to be rotted through by now. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Waves of Consequence – By Tyler McMahon</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 02:00:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Tyler McMahon</dc:creator>
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Getting him the girls is the part I hate most. On these shameful walks along the Malecón, the first-timers try to hold my hand or put their arms around me—talking that Spanish baby-talk that makes me cringe. They don’t get it.
We pass by the local surfers: the nice Peruvian kids who made room for me [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Garden Hills – By Adam C. Beadle</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/garden-hills-%e2%80%93-by-adam-c-beadle/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2010 23:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Adam C. Beadle</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ 
The doors to the Garden Hills Funeral Chapel swung open allowing the blinding rays of sunlight to sting the eyes of Mrs. Hesner – the Chapel secretary – who was sitting peacefully at her desk with a stack of new invitation catalogues and writing down reference numbers.
She looked up at the sudden surprise of the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Wild Weather – By David McVey</title>
		<link>http://shortstory.us.com/2010/03/wild-weather-%e2%80%93-by-david-mcvey/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 01:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>David McVey</dc:creator>
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There are two ways that I could tell this story.
I could start at the beginning and keep going until the story ends. That, of course, is how it happened. But it’s not how I experienced it nor how I remember it. In particular, it’s not how I remember Kathy and she, after all, is the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Web Chat &#8211; By Srecko Zitnik</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 00:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Srecko Zitnik</dc:creator>
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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>Patient &#8211; By Rob Sharp</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rob Sharp</dc:creator>
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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>The End of the Party &#8211; By Graham Greene</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 00:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Graham Greene</dc:creator>
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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>A Product Of Their Times – By Adelaide B. Shaw</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 02:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Adelaide B. Shaw</dc:creator>
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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>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 02:00:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sean Silleck</dc:creator>
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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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