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><channel><title>Damn Short Stories &#187; Damn Short Stories</title> <atom:link href="http://www.damnshortstories.com/category/damnshortstories/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" /><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com</link> <description>Where stories are short. DAMN Short</description> <lastBuildDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2011 05:12:32 +0000</lastBuildDate> <language>en</language> <sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod> <sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency> <generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=</generator> <item><title>Codey Cooksie and the Cookie Vampire</title><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2011/04/19/codey-cooksie-and-the-cookie-vampire/</link> <comments>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2011/04/19/codey-cooksie-and-the-cookie-vampire/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2011 23:39:21 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Jason Ward</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Damn Short Stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[First date]]></category> <category><![CDATA[kids]]></category> <category><![CDATA[relationships]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.damnshortstories.com/2011/04/19/codey-cooksie-and-the-cookie-vampire/</guid> <description><![CDATA[Codey Cooksie was hungry. He marched with determination down the street, clutching a wad of worn-out one dollar bills. He imagined the tasty things he would soon eat at the street fair. Candy apples and fluffy spun sugar to start, with a healthy scoop of rocky road for a fine finish. Codey was so enraptured [...]]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2011/04/19/codey-cooksie-and-the-cookie-vampire/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>1</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Arties</title><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2011/03/08/arties/</link> <comments>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2011/03/08/arties/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2011 07:24:00 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Jason Ward</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Damn Short Stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[AI]]></category> <category><![CDATA[artificial intelligence]]></category> <category><![CDATA[future]]></category> <category><![CDATA[sci-fi]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.damnshortstories.com/?p=306</guid> <description><![CDATA[And maybe that was the problem. The Arties were so good at making us feel our favorite things that we forgot how to make those feelings for ourselves. They didn't care about money--they were happy to work for free as long as they could create and had a place to recharge. And hell—they did a bang-up job of it anyway, so I guess we all figured, why not let 'em work, and  enjoy the payoff? ]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2011/03/08/arties/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>One Last Christmas</title><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2009/11/04/one-last-christmas/</link> <comments>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2009/11/04/one-last-christmas/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 07:00:28 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Jason Ward</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Damn Short Stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[damn short stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[death]]></category> <category><![CDATA[sorrow]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.damnshortstories.com/?p=284</guid> <description><![CDATA[This is a very, very, short story I wrote as an exercise in writing a scene specifically intended to capture a mood. That scene was assigned in my Screenwriting class last week and I actually wrote it in about 15 minutes the hour before it was due in class. To my surprise, the teacher was very impressed with it, and said he really liked it because "It's a complete story. Excellent work!" Suffice to say, I was shocked, and read it again. Sure enough...it is a complete story. Somehow. I'll let you be the judge of whether it's actually any good at capturing a mood or not!]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2009/11/04/one-last-christmas/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>2</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Revision: Elephant Shoes</title><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/28/revision-elephant-shoes/</link> <comments>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/28/revision-elephant-shoes/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 20:27:04 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Jason Ward</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Revision History]]></category> <category><![CDATA[damn short stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[elephant shoes]]></category> <category><![CDATA[revision]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.damnshortstories.com/?p=123</guid> <description><![CDATA[The Elephant Shoes story has been revised rather substantially. I think the new version has improved greatly in both the language (big reduction on &#8220;and&#8221; usage) and the development of each of the characters. A fair amount of &#8220;fluff&#8221; detail (pun totally intended!) has been removed and refined as well. The total word count has [...]]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/28/revision-elephant-shoes/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Revision: Birth Pains</title><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/27/revision-birth-pains/</link> <comments>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/27/revision-birth-pains/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 19:14:39 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Jason Ward</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Revision History]]></category> <category><![CDATA[birth pains]]></category> <category><![CDATA[revision]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.damnshortstories.com/?p=116</guid> <description><![CDATA[Birth Pains is a story that intrigued me, yet I wasn&#8217;t happy with it even when I posted it. I&#8217;m still not 100% happy with it, but it does seem to flow a little more smoothly now. Thanks to those who offered constructive criticism; this one, while still not perfect, is a better story for [...]]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/27/revision-birth-pains/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Revision: The Death of the Death of Death</title><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/27/revision-the-death-of-the-death-of-death/</link> <comments>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/27/revision-the-death-of-the-death-of-death/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 19:13:03 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Jason Ward</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Revision History]]></category> <category><![CDATA[death of the death of death]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.damnshortstories.com/?p=114</guid> <description><![CDATA[I have made some significant revisions to The Death of the Death of Death, which I believe tighten up the story (I swear, that&#8217;s a technical term) a good deal and make certain elements a little clearer. You will find the new draft in place of the old draft, and for the time being the [...]]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/27/revision-the-death-of-the-death-of-death/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Elephant Shoes</title><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/26/elephant-shoes/</link> <comments>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/26/elephant-shoes/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 21:33:42 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Jason Ward</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Damn Short Stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[damn short stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[explosion]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Love]]></category> <category><![CDATA[secret]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.damnshortstories.com/?p=107</guid> <description><![CDATA[When Ashraf came down the stairs in his suit and tie he smiled at Kaitlin with a devious grin and exclaimed “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I like it.” She smiled and laughed and kissed her husband a last time and said in her best sultry voice, “You are what’s gotten into me lately, and I like it too.” ]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/26/elephant-shoes/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Jim Brewman&#8217;s Wife</title><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/26/jim-brewmans-wife/</link> <comments>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/26/jim-brewmans-wife/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Jason Ward</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Damn Short Stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[cancer]]></category> <category><![CDATA[damn short stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[death]]></category> <category><![CDATA[sorrow]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.damnshortstories.com/?p=97</guid> <description><![CDATA[On that first night, as Jim tried to teach her subtlety and control, another lesson instead took the lead as Eliana taught him something he’d never experienced: how to let go and simply live in the moment and the joy of now. ]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/26/jim-brewmans-wife/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>Birth Pains</title><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/25/birth-pains/</link> <comments>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/25/birth-pains/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 22:07:37 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Jason Ward</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Damn Short Stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[birth]]></category> <category><![CDATA[damn short stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[death]]></category> <category><![CDATA[monster]]></category> <category><![CDATA[sci-fi]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.damnshortstories.com/?p=93</guid> <description><![CDATA[My heart leapt as the hood crashed to a close behind and tires screeched ahead of me, my eyes barely able to make out the hole the spring had made in the Cadillac’s windshield as it killed the young driver. Out of control, the car accelerated into me]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/25/birth-pains/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> <item><title>The Death of the Death of Death</title><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/18/the-death-of-the-death-of-death/</link> <comments>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/18/the-death-of-the-death-of-death/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 23:06:01 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Jason Ward</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Damn Short Stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[afterlife]]></category> <category><![CDATA[clone]]></category> <category><![CDATA[damn short stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[death]]></category> <category><![CDATA[future]]></category> <category><![CDATA[sci-fi]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.damnshortstories.com/?p=69</guid> <description><![CDATA[It was jarring, he supposed, to see the mottled and broken corpse that he had inhabited up until a moment ago. He’d lived there for nearly a century, and though he was a scientist he still couldn’t help but heave a breathless sigh of remorse. ]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/18/the-death-of-the-death-of-death/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>6</slash:comments> </item> </channel> </rss>
