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Title Your Short Story Right
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No matter how fantastic the short story you have written may be, without a catchy title the chances are good that an editor will not read it. The title is the most important part of the story as this is what first captures the reader's attention.
A good title should grab the reader and make them wonder what the story is about. A bad title will probably cause the reader to skip the story altogether.
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In The Future: Will We Drive Robots Crazy?
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RTD2, who actually liked to call himself "Artie De True" after the humor circuit had been added to his metallic cranium, stopped by the computer lab on his way to work at the Infinite Robotics Factory.
His friend, Random Bytes, a new flat screen, completely automated psychological responsive unit was not busy and had time to see him.
"How can I help you?" asked RB as soon as Artie had hit the blue 'on' button.
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The Last Martian Goes Home
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The Martian stood in the open field surrounded by the best government artillery pointed at his head and chest and back.
The infantry troops formed a circle around him.
Up above, fighter jets waited for the word to launch a missile right into the corn field if necessary.
Unaware of the hostile force that had greeted him, innocent of all thoughts of death and destruction, the handsome green giant, using his intergalactic translator device, said:
"My wonderful friends:
"We have noticed your suffering on this planet and I have been sent as an emissary to bring you good tidings.
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A Wake Up Call
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The young man stood on the steps of the library, waiting for it to open.
The librarians, three elderly ladies sedately dressed and whispering even amongst themselves, came at the appointed hour, unlocked the door, and went in.
Ten minutes later, after completing their opening ritual, they decided to open the door five minutes earlier to let the young man in.
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The Fire Spoke To Chief Joseph On A Starless Night
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Sitting by the fireside in the cold desert night, the sky above him pitch black and mysteriously void of stars, he reflected on who he was and what he might have been and the history of the troubled times that were unfolding all around him.
His name was Chief Joseph. Possibly the greatest of the Nez Perce Indian Tribe.
On a parchment in front of him, he wrote these words.
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