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		<title>A Short Story a Day Comes to a Close</title>
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A Short Story a Day Comes to a Close


202 stories and not quite a year since it started, the A Short Story a Day project is now ended.


The &#8220;writer&#8217;s blog&#8221; portion of ASSAD will continue at my new blog:
Guns &#38; Magic: A Writer&#8217;s Blog


Guns &#38; Magic is now my primary blog about writing. I expect [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Best of ASSAD 2006</title>
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Best of ASSAD 2006


These are the stories I think represent the best of A Short Story A Day:


Silent Pictures
Mother&#8217;s Little Helper
Tucker
Crowfeeder
The Hall Closet Door
A Beating Heart in Texas
Trikes and Aliens
The Survivor
When Writers Attack
Function Follows Form
The Call of the Hunter Moon
A Scent of Peaches
Reruns
Working Girl
He Came
The Worlds Traveler
Time: A Love Story
The Protector
Victor Comes Home


The following stories [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.ashortstoryaday.com/?p=255</link>
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		<title>Tarot Twiddling</title>
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Tarot Twiddling


Over the years, I&#8217;ve read about people using tarot cards as writing aids. I&#8217;ve always wanted to give it a shot. The archetypal and iconographic imagery seemed like they could be really useful. But a) I didn&#8217;t have a tarot deck, b) most available tarot software wasn&#8217;t that good [*] and had chintzy public [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Victor Comes Home</title>
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Victor Comes Home
by David Michael


The good news died on Victor&#8217;s lips, and in his chest. Darkness bloomed in his heart and swirled around the edges of his vision as he turned his back on Helen and Greg. To hide his face. To not see their faces. He pushed the door shut. Normally. Naturally. Not slamming [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.ashortstoryaday.com/?p=253</link>
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		<title>Afternoon Gloom</title>
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Afternoon Gloom
by David Michael


Tim opened the door wearing his typical slept-in flannel and blue jeans couture, with his short hair sticking out in enough directions you could use him for a manga. He looked at me, and said, &#8220;Another rejection, eh?&#8221;


My attempt at a nonchalant, just happy to be there look fell away. &#8220;That obvious?&#8221;


&#8220;Why [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.ashortstoryaday.com/?p=252</link>
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		<title>200 Stories</title>
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200 Stories


Today&#8217;s story, &#8220;Nail by Nail&#8221;, is the 200th story posted on A Short Story a Day.


That&#8217;s 200 stories in 310 days. Not exactly one per day. More like 2/3&#8217;s of a story per day. Close enough, maybe?


-David

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		<title>Nail by Nail</title>
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Nail by Nail
by David Michael


&#8220;It&#8217;s so different now. I can hardly remember what the house looked like before.&#8221;


&#8220;I can remember. I can see it all. Every dusty pane of glass, every grimy piece of vinyl siding, every square foot of warped hardwood flooring and worn out carpet.&#8221;


&#8220;Stuck with you?&#8221;


&#8220;Stuck with me, yeah. And stuck through [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.ashortstoryaday.com/?p=250</link>
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		<title>Fresh Air</title>
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Fresh Air
by David Michael


Jameson pushed his way through the muck, finally reaching the end of it and stumbling clear, the heavy sack tied to his waist smacking into his leg&#8211;and almost knocking his leg out from under him. He just managed to recover his balance and avoid getting dunked&#8211;again&#8211;in effluent.


A lot of the shit still [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.ashortstoryaday.com/?p=249</link>
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		<title>Running Chase</title>
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Running Chase
by David Michael


Out of breath, pause with cover
Breathing hard
Empty clip, no luck yet
Aiming poorly
Can&#8217;t run forever, neither can he


Pop the clip, let it drop
Forcing calm
Last clip, a few more chances
Running out
Slam it home, slide and chamber


Out of cover, follow the sound
Running hard
Eyes forward, close the distance
Catching up
Ignore the shots, breath of the bullet


Catch a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.ashortstoryaday.com/?p=248</link>
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		<title>Cat Burglar</title>
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Cat Burglar
by David Michael


&#8220;I&#8217;ll bring you back something pretty,&#8221; I told Reyn as I set her down.


Reyn rubbed her head against my gloved hand and purred, the sound almost a rumble in the quiet of the night. She always likes it when I bring something for her. She&#8217;s not the reason I steal, of course. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.ashortstoryaday.com/?p=247</link>
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