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	<description>Who will be the Authortrek Writer of the Month?</description>
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		<title>The Ice Skater by Daniel Smith</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 20:38:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Daniel Smith</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A man stood upon a bridge, looking down at the dark restless waters as they lapped quietly against the stone supports. One hour after midnight and the traffic passing by seemed hushed as though aware of the thousands of weary sleepers in the city. The man heard none of it: the taxi trundling past, taking]]></description>
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		<title>Goodbye Comrades by Peter Pogany</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 15:26:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>orbis2012</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ferenc gave a subtle “let’s go” sign to his wife. The small, sturdy woman in her mid-20s with a pretty, well-proportioned face, wearing no other makeup than pale lipstick, leaned forward in the comfortable armchair, extinguished her cigarette and stood up. The get-together they were about to leave was not pure fun. It was an]]></description>
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		<title>The Letter</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 21:43:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jack</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160;He died on Tuesday, and his children had the room cleaned out on Thursday. The longest task was the books. That took most of Wednesday. The last task was sweeping the ashes from the fireplace. The children stood and thought about the times they had in that room. There were floor to ceiling bookshelves on]]></description>
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		<title>Old Debts by Peter Pogany</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 16:10:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>orbis2012</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. William Ernest Henley A subtle promise of winter’s end was palpable in the icy wind when Harry stepped out from the three-story office building. Looking slightly frail, but without apparent]]></description>
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		<title>Walking through the Valley, by Peter Pogany</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Dec 2011 14:45:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>orbis2012</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was a rainy November day when Joseph Staufenval, attorney at law, noticed the blanket of suffocating pain around his waist. Dark sadness settled in his throat. He knew instantly that he was in the shadow of death. Although his was only 56, and seemed quite healthy and energetic, he had absolutely no doubt. Experience]]></description>
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		<title>Autumn Song by Peter Pogany</title>
		<link>http://authortrek.com/short-stories/2011/10/07/autumn-song-by-peter-pogany/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2011 14:55:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>orbis2012</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Velvet dust caressed his bare feet as he kept walking on the narrow country road wedged between grassy meadows.  The air was sweet and blue like the heavens &#8212; transparent, crystalline, and clean. Mysterious music made the world tremble with radiant abundance! Did it come from the sun or from that fast mountain brook that]]></description>
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		<title>Milan Kunst, Perfect Crime by Peter Pogany</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 16:01:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>orbis2012</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Although I met his parents and his sister Cecile, Milan was not exactly a friend. Not a close one anyway. So, when I state categorically that what follows exhausts my knowledge of his deeds and fate, please take it for fact. I am not in the possession of any document, address, lead (domestic or foreign),]]></description>
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		<title>Ten Years After The Week Before</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Sep 2011 17:39:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>toodeemo</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[TEN YEARS AFTER THE WEEK BEFORE By Dennis J. D’Amato Fifteen year old Sammy’s dad died in the World Trade Center attack 10 years ago. His dad left a diary behind that was found in the rubble. His mom gave the diary to Sammy and asked him to write about what he remembers about his]]></description>
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		<title>Flavor of the Month</title>
		<link>http://authortrek.com/short-stories/2011/08/31/flavor-of-the-month/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 01:18:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ClarkWilson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Flavor of the Month Brad Hauser walked down Broadway looking for something to whet his appetite. It was his lunch hour and he was getting tired of the same old boring fast food. Brad worked in the National Finance Company on 2nd avenue, but the walk to Broadway was a short one, so he made]]></description>
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		<title>Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 01:16:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ClarkWilson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow                                   Walter stood at the bathroom sink, mouth gaping, staring into the mirror trying to find the meddlesome hair stuck in the back of his throat. Turning on the cold water, Walter filled a glass,]]></description>
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