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><channel><title>Damn Short Stories &#187; damn short stories</title> <atom:link href="http://www.damnshortstories.com/tag/damn-short-stories/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>Contest Entry: Into a New Year</title><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2009/11/29/contest-entry-into-a-new-year/</link> <comments>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2009/11/29/contest-entry-into-a-new-year/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 00:28:00 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Jason Ward</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Bad Blogging]]></category> <category><![CDATA[contests]]></category> <category><![CDATA[damn short stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[sci-fi]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.damnshortstories.com/?p=295</guid> <description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve entered one of my slightly longer Damn Short Stories into a contest at BookRix, a site for aspiring writers who are looking for some exposure. If you have a sec, head on over and check it out!]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2009/11/29/contest-entry-into-a-new-year/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>How Fuzzy Was He?</title><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2009/09/30/how-fuzzy-was-he/</link> <comments>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2009/09/30/how-fuzzy-was-he/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 06:17:38 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Jason Ward</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Slightly longer Damn Short Stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[damn short stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[humor]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jason Ward]]></category> <category><![CDATA[pets]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.damnshortstories.com/?p=271</guid> <description><![CDATA[Fuzzy Wuzzy was not, in spite of the rhymes to the contrary, a bear. In fact he was a breed of dog called a "Newfoundland"-though he had no idea what the hell that meant or what land of any kind, new found or not, had to do with being a dog or a bear. As the summer once again crept across the heat-capturing valleys of Southern California he began to feel a little miffed that his fur hadn't been trimmed in years. ]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2009/09/30/how-fuzzy-was-he/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</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>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>
