<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:04:59.004-07:00</updated><category term='this'/><category term='story'/><category term='boxer'/><category term='children'/><category term='poem'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='funny'/><category term='marketing ethics'/><category term='talk'/><category term='full'/><category term='short'/><category term='tough guy'/><category term='kid'/><category term='wife'/><category term='palm oil'/><category term='about'/><category term='Theme thursday'/><category term='always in love'/><category term='blog'/><category term='micro'/><category term='knight.'/><category term='sad mother'/><category term='Unexpected Twist'/><category term='grandmother'/><category term='smoking'/><category term='family'/><category term='cigarette'/><category term='prostitute'/><category term='longlasting'/><category term='selling something'/><category term='fun'/><category term='thought'/><category term='magpie'/><category term='Trapped Witch'/><title type='text'>Write Pad</title><subtitle type='html'>Short genuine articles. Fiction, Poetry and all forms of literature are included.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-1195145044654059678</id><published>2010-08-16T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T04:50:27.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knight.'/><title type='text'>Brave Knight (Microfiction Monday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TGkleylChDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8li_DARMbVI/s1600/knight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TGkleylChDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8li_DARMbVI/s320/knight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"He saved my life 7 times. Still haven't seen his face. Wonder if he exists! " The princess thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Susan from 'Stony River' organizes and  hosts this weekly meme.  Thank you Susan J She provides a picture and  the  challenge is to create a story in 140 characters or less –  including  punctuation! Click &lt;a href="http://www.stonyriver.ie/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;  to read more marvels of micro fiction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-1195145044654059678?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1195145044654059678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/brave-knight-microfiction-monday.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/1195145044654059678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/1195145044654059678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/brave-knight-microfiction-monday.html' title='Brave Knight (Microfiction Monday)'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TGkleylChDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8li_DARMbVI/s72-c/knight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-7924923494023928086</id><published>2010-08-12T22:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:16:47.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boxer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tough guy'/><title type='text'>55-Tough guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TGTT7EHQGYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dJIxz-NIheQ/s1600/tough+guy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TGTT7EHQGYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dJIxz-NIheQ/s400/tough+guy.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You won't sleep for 15days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If he punch you on your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You won't stand straight up  again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If  he punch and thunder your backbone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You will sleep in eternal peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If he punch beneath your  chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yet he cried one full night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The day his wife left, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Taking with her the two small  kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This weekly meme is brought to  you by    G-Man, over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.  Know it All.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The object is to write a story or prose in    exactly 55  words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-7924923494023928086?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7924923494023928086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/55-tough-guy.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/7924923494023928086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/7924923494023928086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/55-tough-guy.html' title='55-Tough guy'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TGTT7EHQGYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dJIxz-NIheQ/s72-c/tough+guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-6542260260194409707</id><published>2010-08-12T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T08:31:28.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palm oil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theme thursday'/><title type='text'>My nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TGP-pqpVkHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZgE-JcmPOzw/s1600/palm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TGP-pqpVkHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZgE-JcmPOzw/s200/palm.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Dry my nuts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Squeeze it, Crush it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;To take my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Let your kitchen survive… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Palm tree&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In response to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;theme thursday&lt;a href="http://themethursday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&amp;nbsp; hosted here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TGP-1hFYCpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/u7COj0ks-uY/s1600/318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TGP-1hFYCpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/u7COj0ks-uY/s320/318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-6542260260194409707?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6542260260194409707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-nuts.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/6542260260194409707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/6542260260194409707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-nuts.html' title='My nuts'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TGP-pqpVkHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZgE-JcmPOzw/s72-c/palm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-4572657419770859159</id><published>2010-08-09T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:51:26.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Microfiction Monday #43</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TF--_Vb9L5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Nd_StKADpjI/s1600/nypostcard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TF--_Vb9L5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Nd_StKADpjI/s320/nypostcard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Papa, here is greetings from this newly found york city"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #7f6000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Susan from 'Stony River' organizes and hosts this weekly meme.  Thank you Susan J She provides a picture and the  challenge is to create a story in 140 characters or less – including  punctuation! Click &lt;a href="http://www.stonyriver.ie/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; to read more marvels of micro fiction &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-4572657419770859159?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4572657419770859159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/microfiction-monday-43.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/4572657419770859159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/4572657419770859159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/microfiction-monday-43.html' title='Microfiction Monday #43'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TF--_Vb9L5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Nd_StKADpjI/s72-c/nypostcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-3534642025235750817</id><published>2010-08-07T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T04:25:38.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='full'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trapped Witch'/><title type='text'>SPELLBOUND for Writers Island 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEynE82jRMI/AAAAAAAAACs/gEIEyqbZ4kU/s1600/-Witch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEynE82jRMI/AAAAAAAAACs/gEIEyqbZ4kU/s320/-Witch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEynXwRn-3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/khl415e4URE/s1600/witch-hat-clipart.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;Long  ago there lived a young witch named Hovelkort. She lived all alone in a  big castle with spells automating everything. She had the power to  control anything around her. But she was also mortal, with an expected  lifespan of about 110 years, which she thought was too short. Then  Hovelkort came across this book from her great great grandfather  Sybladort's collection. The book described death as the only spell cast  by earth on witches and human. It described 7 rituals to be done  everyday for 75 years to attain immortality. The witch's body could  attain some state of immunity against all spells and witchcraft then  onwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hovelkort started  doing the rituals everyday starting from her 25th birthday. This kept  her busy, and time went swiftly, without her having a husband and  family. She became old and on her 100th birthday Hovelkort had reasons  to celebrate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Time passed away,  labeling 200 calenders as 'outdated'. Now she was old, actually too old.  She cannot control her body with her spells anymore, as that was  surrendered for immortality. But aging continued at its own phase. So  she stayed on her bed, day and night, trapped in the castle she used to  rule. Memory was becoming worse from bad and she forgot a lot on a daily  basis. After 50 more years she forgot every spell, for the namesake let  us call Hovelkort a witch!…She is believed to be laying alive  underneath the earth, after her castle was swallowed by an earthquake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEynXwRn-3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/khl415e4URE/s1600/witch-hat-clipart.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEynXwRn-3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/khl415e4URE/s320/witch-hat-clipart.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-3534642025235750817?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3534642025235750817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/spellbound-for-writers-island-15.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/3534642025235750817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/3534642025235750817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/spellbound-for-writers-island-15.html' title='SPELLBOUND for Writers Island 15'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEynE82jRMI/AAAAAAAAACs/gEIEyqbZ4kU/s72-c/-Witch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-2481886244837407301</id><published>2010-08-06T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T10:00:46.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talkative one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He keeps talking &lt;br /&gt;Without stopping&lt;br /&gt;Inquiring and intruding&lt;br /&gt;Into my silent world.&lt;br /&gt;After the vacation my aunt and her 7 year old son left to kuwait this morning. He really irritated me a lot. Waking me up early in the morning. Always compelling me to play football…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Wonder why i miss him!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This weekly meme is brought to  you by  G-Man, over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.  Know it All.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The object is to write a story or prose in  exactly 55  words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-2481886244837407301?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2481886244837407301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/talkative-one.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/2481886244837407301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/2481886244837407301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/talkative-one.html' title='The Talkative one'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-1280601030567652982</id><published>2010-08-02T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:21:05.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graveyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFaf1l0dFbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AkBwkmNvvjc/s1600/oldhouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFaf1l0dFbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AkBwkmNvvjc/s320/oldhouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFcaFchpaAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GZJkwrsIqxs/s1600/graveyr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFcaFchpaAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/GZJkwrsIqxs/s320/graveyr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Decades before a graveyard stood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Welcoming the dead and mourning relatives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Now for sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;140 Character story micro, thanks to Susan at Stony River&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-1280601030567652982?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1280601030567652982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/graveyard.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/1280601030567652982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/1280601030567652982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/08/graveyard.html' title='Graveyard'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFaf1l0dFbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AkBwkmNvvjc/s72-c/oldhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-7109865754886142424</id><published>2010-07-30T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T08:05:26.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magpie'/><title type='text'>Depth of secrets,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFLmorlj1PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bXYbJgnJIOM/s1600/IMG_453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFLmorlj1PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bXYbJgnJIOM/s200/IMG_453.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Rust and scars,&lt;br /&gt;Do challenged me,&lt;br /&gt;But I stayed strong and tight,&lt;br /&gt;Until the right key turned,&lt;br /&gt;To reveal the secrets in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This story is in response to the picture prompt offered by Willow at &lt;a href="http://magpietales.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magpie Tales&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Hope you will find it interesting and thanks for  stopping by:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-7109865754886142424?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7109865754886142424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/depth-of-secrets.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/7109865754886142424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/7109865754886142424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/depth-of-secrets.html' title='Depth of secrets,,,'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFLmorlj1PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bXYbJgnJIOM/s72-c/IMG_453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-6776947736760324701</id><published>2010-07-29T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:46:22.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmother'/><title type='text'>55-My Grandmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFJmSXxDG9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y3h5pekvXvk/s1600/grandm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFJmSXxDG9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y3h5pekvXvk/s320/grandm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I was small and she was so old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;When we last, had a talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;She was wise and cared for me nice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Feeding, Comforting and helping me bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;All went fine, until the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Destiny took her far from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Still she lives, near to my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0b5394;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;With the memories of those good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my friday flash 55  attempt.Hope you find it interesting :) .&lt;br /&gt;This weekly meme is brought to  you by G-Man, over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.  Know it All.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The  object is to write a story or prose in exactly 55  words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-6776947736760324701?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6776947736760324701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-old-grandmother.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/6776947736760324701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/6776947736760324701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-old-grandmother.html' title='55-My Grandmother'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFJmSXxDG9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Y3h5pekvXvk/s72-c/grandm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-8334953284125744306</id><published>2010-07-28T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T09:10:00.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selling something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing ethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Selling Something (Story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFCXnBMYxZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oswwzDxhe8U/s1600/sea-the-light.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFCXnBMYxZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oswwzDxhe8U/s320/sea-the-light.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;by &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bennet Fertignand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bill was in charge of the expensive painting. There came an old woman into the showroom. She wore an expensive diamond necklace&amp;nbsp; that flattered her richness. Bill thought for a moment that her handbag is filled with credit cards. He could easily see that it was a golden chance. She smiled at him and asked "Who did this painting?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bill was excited. Selling this piece meant a lot of money as commission. "Well Madam, Nice to see you. This is a painting by the great Bennet Fertignand. He is considered as the lead man in oil painting. Look at the pattern of color used. Depth of the picture is outstanding. It gives a third dimension. Its a marvelous piece and the best of its kind. The idea is like light penetrating the water surface and forming a whirlpool. Look at the scattered light particles in water. Aura of light signifies divine energy. A positive energy it holds. I think it will suit your guest room. Being near to christmas, we also have a reduction in price. The offer goes... " &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The old lady interrupted "Ok, that was nice to hear.". Saying this she swiftly moved to another painting.&lt;br /&gt;Bill was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Hey dude, That colorful crap is beautiful. What does it mean?".He turned his face to look at the owner of this voice. It was a shabby young man with a 'care for nothing' air.&amp;nbsp; He wore a poor outfit. Bill could easily judge that the person was poor and could never afford the painting unless he sold his house, if there existed one. He tried to neglect the person. He sensed that the fellows presence could keep a lot of other people away from his product. That tested Bills temper.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Are you deaf. I'm askin what is that mess over there behind you on the wall?" this time a bit louder the voice came. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Irritated, Bill responded. "A big godzilla, peeing on the ocean surface. Now anything else", sarcasm flavored his talk.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Fantastic idea indeed, That must be its leg at the right corner. I thought it was some artistic, imaginative bullshit you know. That was different!. But my wife wont allow that in our dining hall. Nice to meet you dude, by the way I just won the monthly lottery. I am in search of an expensive present to convey the good news to my family. But these things are too complicated… See you later. Happy christmas time...." &amp;nbsp; Saying this he walked away briskly. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFFKBiHH9tI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5L3b1gwv8iE/s1600/Smiley.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFFKBiHH9tI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5L3b1gwv8iE/s320/Smiley.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Some learned marketing ethics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;never&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; do fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: x-small;"&gt;This one is in my contribution to theme thursday hosted &lt;a href="http://themethursday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Do drop by to see what others got to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-8334953284125744306?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8334953284125744306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/selling-something-story.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/8334953284125744306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/8334953284125744306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/selling-something-story.html' title='Selling Something (Story)'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFCXnBMYxZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oswwzDxhe8U/s72-c/sea-the-light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-5547015103292733911</id><published>2010-07-28T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:36:31.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='always in love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longlasting'/><title type='text'>Prince and his Princess                                                                                      (poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFA9TpFEAeI/AAAAAAAAADc/4x-QI1pIExQ/s1600/ithapdenby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFA9TpFEAeI/AAAAAAAAADc/4x-QI1pIExQ/s320/ithapdenby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="Prince" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;There lived a prince,&lt;br /&gt;And he had a princess,&lt;br /&gt;Who spent everyday happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used to walk,&lt;br /&gt;So near by ,&lt;br /&gt;Slightly rubbing their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used to talk,&lt;br /&gt;With so much fondness,&lt;br /&gt;That she would flush so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cared each other,&lt;br /&gt;Like the mother,&lt;br /&gt;Who looks after her new born child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They believed each other,&lt;br /&gt;Without any doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Which kept the quarrels out of their palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;They lived a long life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Keeping the love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;That they found when they met first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;But &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;one day, &lt;/span&gt;seeing their joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The angels up high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Learned what the word 'envy' felt like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So ,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unlike any other story, Nothing went wrong.&amp;nbsp; They are still happy...;) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; This is my contribution to the.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;one stop poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do drop by to see what others got to say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-5547015103292733911?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5547015103292733911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/prince-and-his-princess.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/5547015103292733911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/5547015103292733911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/prince-and-his-princess.html' title='Prince and his Princess                                                                                      (poem)'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TFA9TpFEAeI/AAAAAAAAADc/4x-QI1pIExQ/s72-c/ithapdenby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-3269334242990314713</id><published>2010-07-26T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:28:53.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigarette'/><title type='text'>Cigarette talk ~5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Magician decided to give a message against smoking to his audience. He produced some earthworms and leaches in a glass jar. They kept moving. Taking a large puff from the big cigar he exhaled the smoke into the jar. Then he snapped his finger and everything in the jar burned to dust. &lt;br /&gt;Mrs. William exclaimed : "Wow!. That sure has some medicinal values..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-3269334242990314713?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3269334242990314713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/cigarette-talk-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/3269334242990314713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/3269334242990314713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/cigarette-talk-5.html' title='Cigarette talk ~5'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-6423310250892131331</id><published>2010-07-26T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:10:20.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigarette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>Cigarette talk ~4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In class room... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Teacher : "Great scientists fumed their brain to be creative."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;That day onwards young patrick started smoking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-6423310250892131331?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6423310250892131331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/cigarette-talk-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/6423310250892131331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/6423310250892131331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/cigarette-talk-4.html' title='Cigarette talk ~4'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-4731832261407196052</id><published>2010-07-26T13:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:28:32.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigarette'/><title type='text'>Cigarette talk ~3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Monk: "Years of meditation gave me the power to reduce my heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; beat at will"&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: "Well, smoking did that to me without meditation or a 'will'!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-4731832261407196052?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4731832261407196052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/cigarette-talk-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/4731832261407196052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/4731832261407196052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/cigarette-talk-3.html' title='Cigarette talk ~3'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-7500481343863217469</id><published>2010-07-26T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:28:09.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigarette'/><title type='text'>Cigarette talk ~2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jenny: "I quit smoking after my boyfriend left me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Julian: "Why is that?. Usually people start over that.,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jenny: "Ya,&amp;nbsp; but,... whenever I put that small stick into my mouth,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I started missing him!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-7500481343863217469?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7500481343863217469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/cigarette-talk-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/7500481343863217469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/7500481343863217469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/cigarette-talk-2.html' title='Cigarette talk ~2'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-5987068837383762673</id><published>2010-07-26T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:59:44.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigarette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>Cigarette talk ~1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Seeing her husband lighting another cigarette, Nancy protested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nancy : "Dear, please stop it, you know, smoking results in impotency!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Husband : " Ah, I have a hectic work schedule these days. Can't you &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; start smoking in weekdays?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-5987068837383762673?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5987068837383762673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/cigarette-talk-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/5987068837383762673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/5987068837383762673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/cigarette-talk-1.html' title='Cigarette talk ~1'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-2924074516235535353</id><published>2010-07-25T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:27:24.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prostitute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Mother of stars...                                                                                                    (poem)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TE0mDOvgfgI/AAAAAAAAADU/xIM6pRKCflE/s1600/tothemoonalice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TE0mDOvgfgI/AAAAAAAAADU/xIM6pRKCflE/s320/tothemoonalice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;They are my children,&lt;br /&gt;Five in number&lt;br /&gt;And they were destined&lt;br /&gt;To be stars so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lived as a prostitute,&lt;br /&gt;I suffered a lot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Trapped as a slave,&lt;br /&gt;By the drug mafia that ruled slum world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;With my own hands,&lt;br /&gt;All the five stars,&lt;br /&gt;Female in gender,&lt;br /&gt;With unknown fathers; To shine up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel no regret,&lt;br /&gt;As they escaped,&lt;br /&gt;From the horrible fate,&lt;br /&gt;Offered to them here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;140 Character story micro, thanks to Susan at &lt;a href="http://www.stonyriver.ie/search/label/microfiction%20monday"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;Stony River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-2924074516235535353?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2924074516235535353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/mother-of-stars.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/2924074516235535353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/2924074516235535353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/mother-of-stars.html' title='Mother of stars...                                                                                                    (poem)'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TE0mDOvgfgI/AAAAAAAAADU/xIM6pRKCflE/s72-c/tothemoonalice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-5579359836262014257</id><published>2010-07-25T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T04:29:41.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unexpected Twist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid'/><title type='text'>Family Problem                                                                                                      (story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEzAOYiXifI/AAAAAAAAADM/Zeqdo7WbE2s/s1600/0_litt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEzAOYiXifI/AAAAAAAAADM/Zeqdo7WbE2s/s320/0_litt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sky was clear but with stars on it. It was a cool night with a full moon challenging the darkness.Dennis was sitting at a corner of the open terrace. With his face buried in his hands, drops of tears dripping down his elbow. They traced some random paths along the way. He could sense the heat of his face on his palm. Suddenly he burst out in a shrieking yell &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Why do I need a Daddy like this. I don't want him in my life anymore. I don't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; for him. Whatever happens, just take him away from me. Why don't something horrible &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; happen to him?" .&lt;br /&gt;His voice settled down to a lower volume as he kept crying out more. Lot of repetition was there. But new additions were severe than preceding ones.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dennis felt something behind his head. Surprised, he stood up suddenly. The tip of a leaf from branch of symna did the job. He called that tree symna. That was the best part he found in the big scientific name of this tree his mother told to him.&lt;br /&gt;'Why there was not a small movement anywhere else. By the way how this branch trespassed over to the terrace all of a sudden'. Dennis observed through his water filled eyelid. Atmosphere was still without even a small breeze. He can't remember noticing such an intrusion, when he came up there. He was sure that the leaf moved behind his head from his neck, up to the top of&amp;nbsp; his right ear.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I am going to crush and break your backbone" he mumbled placing his smooth hands over the slender branch.&lt;br /&gt;He started bending it,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; W...A...I...T..., W..A..I..T..&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the whisper Dennis was alarmed and statue-d his position.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; STOP DENNIS, THAT HURTS...&lt;br /&gt;the whisper continued.&lt;br /&gt;Startled he removed his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Do you speak?"&lt;br /&gt;Dennis enquired in a trembling tone.&lt;br /&gt;"No, I can't speak. But still you can hear me. I have got something to show you"&amp;nbsp; the tree replied.&lt;br /&gt;Dennis was a bit confused. He heard only the last few words. Putting the middle finger inside and tilting a bit, he tried to clear the way of his left ear.&lt;br /&gt;"Now take a look into the round leaf, second one on your immediate right" the tree said.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dennis moved near to the leaf. He got hold of that. It was a bit curly at the sides. He tried to unfold that. Then a mirror like thing appeared on its surface. It showed him a&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;clear picture of the top view of some accident plot. There was a person lying on the road with face down and covered in blood. Suddenly things around appeared moving, like in a movie. Two men came with a stretcher near the body lying there. They put him on the stretcher and wiped his face with a white towel. The red towel was thrown away carelessly. Face of the person was focused and shown on the 'full leaf '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dennis teared the leaf, broke the branch, thrashed it on the floor and stamped on it. He stared at the tree, frown appeared and with finger pointing at it he yelled&lt;br /&gt;"If that happens to my daddy, I will put you on fire!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Furious he rushed downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon: "What a horrible way to teach a small kid a lesson?. You didn't make him feel good."&lt;br /&gt;Tree: &amp;nbsp; "C'mon, I just solved a family problem . That too risking my life ;)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="goog_275710341"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_275710342"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEy9lni5E_I/AAAAAAAAADE/gLkWCGfh7vI/s1600/Terracelh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEy9lni5E_I/AAAAAAAAADE/gLkWCGfh7vI/s320/Terracelh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;'I will put you on fire'- Dennis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-5579359836262014257?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5579359836262014257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/5579359836262014257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/5579359836262014257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-problem.html' title='Family Problem                                                                                                      (story)'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEzAOYiXifI/AAAAAAAAADM/Zeqdo7WbE2s/s72-c/0_litt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-866132662128250173.post-2011808653877897039</id><published>2010-07-25T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:20:14.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this'/><title type='text'>Hello Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Actually I didn't plan for this blog at all, when I started blogging,some time back. All I thought of was to have a place to write down things that I find interesting along my ways. So began with &lt;a href="http://onderstaan.blogspot.com/"&gt;onderstaan&lt;/a&gt;. Then I came upon the G-55, Magpie and Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word challenge. The new ideas I found when participating in these challenges inspired me to start this blog. I will put only genuine stories authored by myself, here. They are open to criticism. Hope you will find them interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/866132662128250173-2011808653877897039?l=shortstory-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2011808653877897039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/2011808653877897039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/866132662128250173/posts/default/2011808653877897039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shortstory-s.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-guys.html' title='Hello Guys'/><author><name>swputh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13135925006652585302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkaT1lCRefc/TEaqfSSiyNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BlV4gSIPRp4/S220/thumbnailCASHWO9W.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
