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><channel><title>Damn Short Stories &#187; death</title> <atom:link href="http://www.damnshortstories.com/tag/death/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>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>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>Hand of Death</title><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/22/hand-of-death/</link> <comments>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/22/hand-of-death/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 17:17:12 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Jason Ward</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Too Damn Short Stories]]></category> <category><![CDATA[death]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Too Damn Short]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.damnshortstories.com/?p=91</guid> <description><![CDATA[This story is only 10 words long. Let's face it, if there were an excerpt it would devour the whole damn story. Heck, even this explanation of why there's no excerpt is longer than the story!]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/22/hand-of-death/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> <item><title>Why do people fear the truth?</title><link>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/16/why-do-people-fear-the-truth/</link> <comments>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/16/why-do-people-fear-the-truth/#comments</comments> <pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 06:59:34 +0000</pubDate> <dc:creator>Jason Ward</dc:creator> <category><![CDATA[Bad Blogging]]></category> <category><![CDATA[death]]></category> <category><![CDATA[fear]]></category> <category><![CDATA[Jason Ward]]></category> <category><![CDATA[my dad]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.damnshortstories.com/?p=65</guid> <description><![CDATA[If it were in my power to make it so, my father would be the bravest, smartest, most heroic man who ever lived. He would have loved me with all his heart and he would have stood by me through anything. He would have given me the best examples and guided me to being the very best man I could be.]]></description> <wfw:commentRss>http://www.damnshortstories.com/2008/09/16/why-do-people-fear-the-truth/feed/</wfw:commentRss> <slash:comments>0</slash:comments> </item> </channel> </rss>
