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Fiction - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

    WHEN THE SUN KISSED THE RIVER by Nancy Chadwick

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    when the sun kissed the river My little brother was a wanderer. And I am a walker. There’s a difference, you know. Bean’s goal was to explore as much...

    AS LUCK WOULD HAVE IT by Daniel Pié

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    As Luck Would Have It By Daniel Pié       The oily humidity of late August causes his new cotton-blend shirt to cling. He gently pulls it...

    STALKER by Chris Viner

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    StalkerAs the golden autumn leaves tumbled along the cobbled ground near the stone walls, whichmeandered up the hill towards the rose pink café on the corner, Warren noticed how Montmartreappeared less busy...

    MY PORCELAIN GIRL by James L. Blackburn

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    My Porcelain Girl by James L. Blackburn The voice of Janis Joplin awoke me.  She was wailing that she needed a man to...

    ME AND TIME by Callan Preece

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    And then we crossed a country. We crossed together—in the Corolla with him driving because I never learnt to drive and with our stuff lodged in the backseat in such a way...

    CONTROL by Jacob Hengen

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    Control By Jacob Hengen             The black, heavy clouds covered the sky for weeks. Each day, it looked like it would rain, but none came. But...

    WHERE ARE YOU GOING? by Joseph Hodges

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    Where Are You Going? The blanket of stars spread out onto the night sky. Down below, there were blinding colorful lights, indicating a feeling of whimsy and nostalgia. The...

    THAT NIGHT by Jaimie Eaker

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    The bass shakes the walls of the frat house. Warm bodies press together in the small living room. Bouncing and grinding to the beat of NEFFEX's newest song. The sharp burn of...

    TEMPTATION by Ashley Jones

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    Temptation      Warm drops of rain caress Melanie’s rosy cheeks. Rays of gold peek through clouds. The terrace opened out into a sea of greenery. Jim stares as Melanie...

    PAINT, WILL, CRY by Leryl Joseph

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    PAINT, WILL, CRY by Leryl Joseph Leonard was always the expressive one, not Will. Leonard was an artist, so expression was his thing. Everyone kept telling...