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		<title>Kelish Zift</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 08:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[From David Anthony Hohol&#8230; &#8220;Don&#8217;t worry, Fatimah,&#8221; my father said, stroking my tear stained cheek.          &#8220;They&#8217;re only moving us to another location, Habibi.&#8221;             Even at the age of eleven, I knew it wasn&#8217;t the truth. Even more so, I knew my father didn’t trust them for a minute, but he did his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Heart</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[From David Anthony Hohol&#8230; Riding my trusted horse over the rolling plains always made me feel free and comforted me when thinking of the reason for my journey. An open horizon, a setting sun and a dancing hay field; the air was warm, familiar and hospitable. A purple hew of color splashed itself across the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Trash And The Monkey</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[From David Anthony Hohol&#8230; As I drive down the highway, and as it’s been for what seems like forever this time of year, my mind is filled with memories. I am on a long journey to see an old friend. Reggie and I have always been friends. My mom always told me, right up until [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Value Of A Moment</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Jan 2011 02:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[From Special Guest Stascia Horton&#8230; She sighed as she locked the door behind her and made her way down the steep and narrow staircase, while dreading her commute. Riding the train every day had become such a stressful ordeal. Strangers invade her personal space, impose their opinions, stench and filth. A single moment of physical [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Seventeen</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2010 08:59:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Is school going well dear?&#8221; My grandmother asked, smiling at me. I didn&#8217;t reply at first, so she asked again. &#8220;Sorry Grandma. Yeah it is. It&#8217;s going good. I finish grade twelve soon and I&#8217;m gonna hear about universities in a month or so.&#8221; I tried to smile, but it was hard, and instead of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Shooting Stars</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Sep 2010 03:44:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[From Special Guest Stascia Lynne Horton&#8230; Soaking up into my lungs the sweet aroma of the fresh mountain air and letting the energy from it settle in over my limbs, my eyes did have the grace of catching a most glorious sight, not just once, but twice. Up above as I lifted my head in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>أغنية الليمون &#8211; The Lemon Song</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[From Nagi Nourani. . . It took several years before his memory vanished from the house, most especially his big laugh that broke the silence of cold winter nights. We re-painted the place light blue, instead of the light purple. He always liked purple. After he left us, our living room became the place where [...]]]></description>
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		<title>SHORT STORIES</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 02:50:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fictional perspective has always offered a unique look into the heart of  culture and experience. RELATIVITY OnLine will encourage the creativity and freedom of fiction by feauturing a monthly short story. Our special fictional selection will be posted on the 21st of every month.]]></description>
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