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		<title>Short Stories</title>
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		<description>Have a short story?  Post it here!</description>
		<lastBuildDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2009 21:52:33 GMT</lastBuildDate>
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			<title>Short Stories</title>
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			<title>Desperation</title>
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			<dc:creator>Elandri</dc:creator>
			<description>With infinite care, I peeled one eye open, then the other. The afternoon sun was low behind the tall trees surrounding me, and I guessed that it was almost sun-down.



My first recognition was that I was lying on my back, my left arm awkwardly placed behind my head, pain coursing through my shoulder and leg.



My only feelings were confusion and edginess as I turned my head slowly, as not to make the agonizing pain in my arm and leg worse. I was instantly absorbed with panic. There were  ...</description>
			<category>Short Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 00:54:39 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Death Rejects Me/From a Different Perspective</title>
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			<dc:creator>hmZm</dc:creator>
			<description>Alright, they were fairly short, so here's two:



Death Rejects Me:



&quot;The years seem infinite, mom.&quot; She spoke softly, leaning against the lightly colored marble headstone. Her legs sprawled out amongst her mother's grave. She was talking to her mother, but her icy blue eyes studied the thorny, yet velvety black rose she twisted and twirled in her slender, pale fingers. She could feel the thorns tear viciously at her skin, and the blood that trickled and smeared made her fingers  ...</description>
			<category>Short Stories</category>
			<pubDate>Wed, 11 Feb 2009 21:52:33 GMT</pubDate>
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