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		<title>Sacrifice</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2011 09:09:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He made her feel very special; the way she never felt before. She told him those things that he hasn&#8217;t heard of before. She couldn&#8217;t forget the feelings and he couldn&#8217;t forget her talks but they are happy for each other’s happiness and the choices made. The feeling was pure. Filed under: MiniMicroFiction Tagged: 50 [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=minimicrofiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8456674&amp;post=67&amp;subd=minimicrofiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Breaking the Ice</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 07:09:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maya is the toast of the office, and she found Michael to be quite reserved but often very funny. Finally not resisting his ways, &#8216;talk to me mike, I don&#8217;t bite you&#8230;&#8217; she said, with an intelligent smile. Well, I know you don’t Maya, he replied with a *wink wink*. Posted in MiniMicroFiction Tagged: break [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=minimicrofiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8456674&amp;post=56&amp;subd=minimicrofiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Beach Volleyball</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 11:53:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She was swimming in beach. He was playing beach volleyball with his buddies &#38; when she had come on the beach, he missed his serve again. Fuck, he said. Posted in MiniMicroFiction Tagged: Beach, volleyball<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=minimicrofiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8456674&amp;post=53&amp;subd=minimicrofiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Cold Bites</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 06:26:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In a deserted railway station, that midnight, she could clearly see the cold smoke coming out of her mouth; it was that dreading cold… but what was real frightening was her co-passengers strange smile. Posted in MiniMicroFiction Tagged: cold, railway station, single traveler<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=minimicrofiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8456674&amp;post=43&amp;subd=minimicrofiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Moment of Truth</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 15:25:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Though he wants to say something to her just because he want to say something, he doesn’t know what to say, and she doesn’t want to say anything now though she knows what to ask him, its just not perfect time, she thinks. They were watching some show on TV. Posted in MiniMicroFiction Tagged: Couples, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=minimicrofiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8456674&amp;post=37&amp;subd=minimicrofiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8216;Fake Smile&#8217; : Fifty words &#8211; Micro Fiction</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 15:42:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[After many years, like a child he curls up on his mom&#8217;s lap and tells stories. Midst of a story, his mom would look at him and flash a smile. But it’s a &#8216;fake smile’ he knows; because his HIV-positive status has got nothing to do with his sweet voice. Posted in MiniMicroFiction Tagged: Fiction, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=minimicrofiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8456674&amp;post=32&amp;subd=minimicrofiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Naturists</title>
		<link>http://minimicrofiction.wordpress.com/2009/07/10/naturists/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 08:16:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I don’t understand why people wear clothes, he says. Maybe they are obsessed with the beauty and want everybody to keep it for themselves, she says. When they hear someone knocking door, she bounced out of bed &#38; reached for her clothes. He hides his paintings. Are they emerging nudists? Posted in MiniMicroFiction Tagged: Fifty [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=minimicrofiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8456674&amp;post=26&amp;subd=minimicrofiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>&#8220;Nothing&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 07:32:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Remembering those days that they had spent together, he beams a smile. “What are you smiling about?” his wife asks, “Nothing” he replies. It’s only fools who laugh for nothing, she complains. Now he understands why his ex-wife always said “Nothing,” with a winsome smile, when asked for the reason. Posted in MiniMicroFiction Tagged: Fiction, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=minimicrofiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8456674&amp;post=22&amp;subd=minimicrofiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Crazy Couples</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 09:46:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tonight, he smelled her and realized that they didn&#8217;t make love in last few days. Then they had shower together, as usual. Posted in MiniMicroFiction Tagged: Couples, Love, Sex, Shower<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=minimicrofiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8456674&amp;post=11&amp;subd=minimicrofiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Jane Flies!</title>
		<link>http://minimicrofiction.wordpress.com/2009/07/06/jane-flies/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 09:47:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dark flashes allover the background. She sees her parents making love. She sees her brother naked; painted in blue, she feels tiny pearls of sweat swirling down on her face and when she suddenly woke up, she sees growing wings besides her body. 16 years old Jane Smiles. Soon she’d fly! Posted in MiniMicroFiction Tagged: [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=minimicrofiction.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8456674&amp;post=1&amp;subd=minimicrofiction&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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