Fiction - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

    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...

    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

    ZEN AND THE ART OF APOLOGIES by Alexandra Carmichael

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    Zen and the Art of Apologies Alexandra Carmichael The Lululemon girl prances to the front of the studio and unfurls her yoga mat. She places it...

    AGORAPHOBIA by Ross Mayo

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    Agoraphobia by Ross Mayo Jr Every day in today’s world is chaotic. Most people are either riding on a fast-moving train or are in desperate need...

    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...

    MEEK by Robert Parker

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    Norman doesn’t like sharing. He is begrudgingly sharing this with you now, albeit in the past, anonymously and once removed. If you want to stop reading he wouldn’t care, he’s not too...

    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 THE FISH ATTACHED TO MY SKIN by Audrey Renner

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    Me and the Fish Attached to My Skin Audrey Renner             I live afloat in the ocean with fish attached to my skin. As long as...

    THE BUTTON MAKES THREE by Dex Campbell

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    The Button Makes Three By Dex Campbell Will and Dawn stared at the red button installed on top of the white pedestal. “One...

    LOVE AND HERMAN COGAN by Robert Sachs

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    Love and Herman Cogan             It was the fall of 1961 and Cogan was alone again. He looked around his apartment for something to do. Not one to make...