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Friday, August 19, 2011. 1 Most Short Stories has a limited number of characters. 2 I enjoy short stories because they can be read in one setting. 1 Edgar allan poe was the first writer to view short storys as a separate for of literature. 2 Many of Poes ideas were published in a book entitled The Philosophy of the Short Story. Friday, April 1, 2011. Thursday, January 28, 2010. Please post using the comment link below. Tuesday, December 15, 2009. Period 3 should use this link.
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