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	<description>Who will be the Authortrek Writer of the Month?</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>
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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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		<title>Cuidad de los Muertos</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 01:13:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ClarkWilson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cuidad de los Muertos             For three grueling days, “Lightning” Johnny Matteson had ridden hard down the Nevada line and across the corner of Arizona into New Mexico. After the nearly botched bank job in Carson City, Johnny alone now rode for the Mexico border trying to evade the posse he knew was somewhere behind]]></description>
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		<title>Going, Going, Gone</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 01:04:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>ClarkWilson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Going, Going, Gone             The old man sat in the sweltering summer sun of the June day. Already it was well over 90 degrees, and the hot metal bleachers, made it feel like a hundred and thirty. He wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and looked out across the baseball]]></description>
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		<title>The Hoody</title>
		<link>http://authortrek.com/short-stories/2011/08/12/the-hoody/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 11:35:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Wilson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was now 01:30am as the hooded youth swaggered down the centre of the road in Harrow Street. The rows of run down terraced houses either side swathed in darkness. The scarf he had been having trouble with all night, now hung loosely around his neck The only sound was the scuffing of his feet;]]></description>
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