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   7/19/09

   KoalaBearWriter

   I've only read The Virgin & The Gipsy by DH Lawrence (a novella), and it was really good. You should check out O. Henry for short stories. Mark Twain also wrote some really good short stories. I write short once in a while (I'm a novellist at heart) and you can check out some of my attempts at thekoalabearwriter.blogspot.com/search/label/fiction. Happy reading!

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   7/19/09

   sheakoshan

   I love writing short stories. So much easier to edit than novels. I'm thinking about releasing some of them as ebooks soon because I keep getting the same rejection from places I'm trying to publish with and have come to the realization that they just aren't going to work in traditional publishing.

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   7/29/09

   mulledvine

   Yes, some very short, some longer. mulledvine.com

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   7/31/09

   HallucinatingHeavn

   I get a new story line lodged in my brain almost everyday. I never know what it's going to turn into, I just know it will drive me insane if I don't get it on paper. I post shorts on my blog. Maybe someday I'll make a book of them, I've got enough

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   8/03/09

   ZEE83

   I do! Please visit my blog: aleaves.blogspot.com/

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   10/26/09

   GabrielGadfly

   I prefer reading short stories to writing them, but I do have a few of them on my blog.

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7. 

   10/27/09

   ruthfrancisco

   I started a blog for all my old short stories. Even though I'm a published novelist and have published short stories, it seems like the stories I really love never get sold. It's a great feeling to know that finally they will be read. Please visit. novelexchange.blogspot.com

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   10/27/09

   ruthfrancisco

   I also have just finished my first blog novel about a young woman who witnesses a violent murder in Amsterdam in 2012, which touches off a Muslim rebellion and starts WWIII. Would love your comments.
   amsterdam2012.blogspot.com

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9. 

   11/02/09

   tarahlynn

   Hey, short stories have always been my very favorite reading material. Though on the other hand terrible short stories are the worst. Right now I'm still reeling from two fabulous collections of short stories. One is called Skeeping at the Starlight Motel by Bailey White. And the other is called Coranado and its by Denise Lehane. You may know Denise Lehane because he's the writer of Mistic River. The last story in Coranado is written in second person and consider one of the best written stories in second person ever published.

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    11/07/09

    imagine

    I just put one up on a blog I recently started. Will put up more once I unearth old stories I wrote back in the day and also when I come up with newer ones. imagined.amblu.com

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    11/16/09

    sarah09

    I admire people who can write novels. It's a huge undertaking and I don't think I can do it. Ever. I'm still having fun in the short story arean. Would appreciate your visit:
    
    thegoodgirls.blogspot.com

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    11/20/09

    ideagirl

    theideagirlsays.wordpress.com/2009/11/20/twilight-new-moon-movie-review-rob...
    
    I write on my blog everyday, how to write a novel. So far I've written two and documented the things I've learned on publishing, literary agents, writing a manuscript, creating a character, plot and settings.

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    23 days ago

    mjsellars

    I love short stories. As both reader and writer. The world moves at such a pace and, I know it's something of a cliche, but there's so much to do and so little time. Short stories are a great bite-sized format. Plus, as a writer, there an excellent proving ground. I remember when I sold my first short story, I felt like a real writer for the first time. Psychologically, the 'real writer hurdle' is an important one to jump and having a short story published helps you get over and past it.

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    22 days ago

    glenslife

    I’ve just written a short story for the first time in ages. Writing daft fiction is what I originally enjoyed and why I started to blog.
    
    Somewhere along the line this got a bit sidetracked as I fell into blogging about the life around me (which I also enjoy and intend to carry on with).
    
    However I’ve written a story again and would love to know what you think even though after having a look at mulledvine ZEE83 & Ruthfrancisco I'm feeling somewhat out of my depth!
    
    glens-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-dave.html

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15. 

    4 days ago

    spinthesamesong

    Home is where the heart is
    www.chantalmelody.blogspot.com
    
    I vividly remember opening the front door that morning.The sun reflecting on my skin- the wind lingering on my neck.The delicate container sat on the porch wrapped in pink ribbon waiting patiently for my arrival. The letters of my first name engraved with a green sharpie, both underlined and in bold. I kneeled down to peek through the glass jar- the overlapping lucky charm rainbows were tightly pushed together as thought someone wanted to fill it to its maximum capacity. I pictured him sitting at a kitchen table going through the box selecting only the marshmallows he knew I loved.I was moving in less than a day as I had every other year since I was six. Maybe if I walked away from the glass casing it would disappear on its own.I remembered last winter, walking down the breakfast aisle as he pushed the cart. I always walked slightly slower, pointing out everything he failed to see in his hustle. It must have been the first day of winter- I had my mitts on and i stepped on the edge of the shelf so that I could reach for that box of cereal. He asked me why I liked it so much. i told him that i liked to eat the rainbows so that maybe one day i'll find the place where i belong. It was as though the other side of that rainbow would be where i could eventually call home. I can't recall ever living in a place long enough to feel at home. I never did pick up that tightly packed jar of rainbows. The next morning I placed the last of my belongings in the pink adidas bag i've had for as long as I can remember. I looked out my bedroom window one last time to see if he was outside. His car pulled away at that very moment and I caught the last glimpse I would ever see of him. No one ever mentionned finding the delicate container on our front porch. The more i thought about it, the more i came to the conclusion that as he placed it on the step and rang the bell- he must have hid to see who would find it. I felt terrible for leaving it behind.Its six years later and I find myself settling down. I'm not quite sure how I got here today, but I know the journey has made me who I am. I tried to recall the last time I woke from one of those amazing sleeps. You know the kind where you are happy to start the day and are excited about lifes possibilities. Coming home from work listening to that cd i've over-exhausted, I finally felt content. I opened my mailbox only to find a small pink enveloppe, with my name marked in a green sharpie marker. I would never forget that sharpie, or the dash that layed between my two first initials. Opening the enveloppe I found but a single marshmallow... and I realized i was finally home.

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