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<title>Fiction Exchange | Search Tags | short story</title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org</link>
<description>User-Submitted Short Fiction, Poetry, and Drama.</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 18:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[The Dream]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/the-dream/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/the-dream/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:55:33 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>KevinBjornson</dc:creator>
<category>Other</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/the-dream/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[	The dream is always the same.  Darkness surrounds me, the only light shining tantalizingly at the end of the hall.  I follow it, but with each step I take it withdraws.  The sweat beads on my face are ice cold, and my skin is rough with goose-bumps.  I shake with the cold, but the stream of sweat only increases.  My steps quicken, and before I know it I am running, sprinting, chasing after that <br/><br/>3 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Wild Card]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/wild-card/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/wild-card/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:55:33 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/wild-card/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Three women stood and sat in various spots throughout the kitchen, sipping weak tea and occasionally trying to say something worthwhile.<br/><br/>2 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[My first 140 character ultra-short story, written for Twitter]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Horror/my-first-140-character-ultra-short-story-written-for-twitter/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Horror/my-first-140-character-ultra-short-story-written-for-twitter/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:55:33 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>twistedtales</dc:creator>
<category>Horror</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Horror/my-first-140-character-ultra-short-story-written-for-twitter/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[It was Tom’s last night alive. He would be dead before his car had finished wrapping around the old oak. But first, he had a party to go to.<br /><br />[That's it! If you enjoyed this ultra-short story, visit twitter.com/twistedtales for more intriguing stories in 140 chars or less. New ones posted regularly.<br /><br />Not necessarily scary, sometimes even funny, occasionally warped, but always a little twisted<br/><br/>2 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Twins By Bissme S]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/twins-by-bissme-s/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/twins-by-bissme-s/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:55:33 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>bissme</dc:creator>
<category>Other</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Other/twins-by-bissme-s/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[It was strange to have my twin brother undressing me.... to have his lips kissing my lips ... to have his naked body brushing against mine... to have his hands touching my manhood.<br /><br />I had reservation touching him back. I wanted us to be brothers forever and not sinful lovers. I wanted us not to cross the boundaries. <br/><br/>2 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Smiling Contemplation]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/smiling-contemplation/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/smiling-contemplation/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:55:33 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/smiling-contemplation/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[He had driven all the way out here to deliver it and brought family and friends along to celebrate the news. There has been no time to fully comprehend the information by herself until now.<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Silent Mocking]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/silent-mocking/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/silent-mocking/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:55:33 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/silent-mocking/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[She steps carefully onto the old wooden deck. Each board cries out with every movement. Moving slowly but consciously her tired body makes it to the railing. Looking down to the motionless water below, the image of his pale face just below the surface appears. Her mind quickly tries to force it out but the memory is stuck fast.<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Gardening in the Winter (Version One)]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/gardening-in-the-winter-version-one/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/gardening-in-the-winter-version-one/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:55:33 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/gardening-in-the-winter-version-one/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[<br /><br />Last week Miss Appleby, my teacher, asked if anyone wanted to take Buster and Betty home to live with them for the March Break. Buster and Betty are the class guinea pigs. <br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Gardening in the Winter (Version Two)]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/gardening-in-the-winter-version-two/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/gardening-in-the-winter-version-two/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:55:33 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/gardening-in-the-winter-version-two/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Last week I arrived at my daughter’s school to pick her up and found her cuddling a shaggy white rodent. Much to my dismay, she had volunteered our family to look after the class guinea pigs for the Spring Break.<br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Just some things I know nothing about]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/just-some-things-i-know-nothing-about/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/just-some-things-i-know-nothing-about/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:55:33 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Epitrope</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/just-some-things-i-know-nothing-about/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[<br />She used to think we were invincible, would laugh in the faces of everyone who dared to question us and brush past them in her tight black jacket. We weren't invincible, but maybe she was. I know I wasn't.<br />Look at her now, though, certainly not powerful anyone. Not even conscious.<br />There's the only place I trump her, really.<br /><br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[The Unfaithful Wife  By Bissme S]]></title>
<link>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/the-unfaithful-wife-by-bissme-s/</link>
<comments>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/the-unfaithful-wife-by-bissme-s/</comments>
<pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:55:33 CDT</pubDate>
<dc:creator>bissme</dc:creator>
<category>Literary Fiction</category>
<guid>http://www.fictionexchange.org/category/Literary-Fiction/the-unfaithful-wife-by-bissme-s/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I have been married for the past seven years. And in all those years I have not been faithful to my husband. I had slept with countless dashing man that had shown any slight interest in me and the worst thing is, I feel no guilt. If anything, I am proud of my affairs. I regard them as an achievement, as an accomplishment - some kind of trophies that I won.<br /><br /><br /><br/><br/>1 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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