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Fiction - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

    THE LOCKER by Wayne Dickerson

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    The Locker By Wayne Dickerson             “I can't exactly get a grab of what today’s club activity is Micheal, ” said Simon. Everyday Micheal would put...

    A WOMEN OF THE PERIOD by Timothy Resau

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    A Woman of the Period                                                            A Novel Excerpt                                                                                By                                                          Timothy Resau HE would...

    NINA HEARTS RASHAAD FOREVER by Julian Grant

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    I, Nina M. Johnson do take Rashaad J. Collins to be my husband forever and ever – Bye, love yours only

    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...

    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...

    WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES by Nicole Carpio

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    When the Clock Strikes By Nicole Carpio             The small analog clock’s ticking fills the space. The man is wearing a fancy black vest while the...

    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...

    DEAD TO ME by Tailyn Augustine

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    Dead to Meby Tailyn Augustine The sun was out, but it didn't provide any warmth; the chill of autumn crept into my body. The sounds of wildlife or at...

    LUCKY PENNY by Page Powers

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    Lucky Penny By Page Powers My Pawpaw's steamer trunk sat on the porch covered with stickers that mapped his travels of the world. Next to 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...