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Fiction - Year VII - Number 51 - November 2021

    THE WITCH by Zachary LaFever

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    It was the day of my mother's funeral. It was raining that day. The rain and wind combined and smashed along the church's windows. It sounded like a baseball bat whacking into...

    OUR FATHER by Jesus Francisco Sierra

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    OUR FATHER Our Father… It’s time to ring the church bells. I’m waiting for my turn and I’m starting to get nervous. I’ve been coming up...

    THE BUSINESS OF SHELLS by Craig Dobson

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    The Business of Shells I sold seashells by the seashore. The same shore where they could be picked up for free. Except for holiday makers, though, or those with...

    THE WAITRESS by Clark Zlotchew

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    You know, people really suck.  I’ll give you an example:  Here I am, just me on duty at the Come‘N Get It Eatery.  The place is just filled with all these people...

    THE LAST DAY OF MY CHILDHOOD by Lotus Zhang

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    The Last Day of My Childhood That year looked the same as all of my earlier years. I was eleven years old, in my last semester...

    I LOVE YOU LIKE BROKEN GLASS by Frances Wiedenhoeft

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    How many times had I scrubbed until my fingertips were raw and blood trickled into the wash water?  Any witness to this stooped washerwoman would have seen the emotional precipice I teetered...

    FAMILY SECRETS by Chris Morey

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    Baz came swinging down our street, whistling some last-year’s hit, out of tune. After nine months banged up courtesy of Her Majesty, he was as happy as anyone would be.

    DROWNING IN SILVERFISH by Lauren Colwell Steinke

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    I met myself the day before the Fourth of July. I was sitting in a nondescript coffee shop in my hometown, they’d torn down the deli I used to go to with...

    DEAD ENDS by Jack Cimino

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    Dead Ends After Joey had been shot, time seemed to move quicker. It was an especially humid night in Long Beach. I was sitting in the parking lot of...

    THE CELESTIAL DIPLOMAT by Vivien Schwarz

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    The Celestial Diplomat             He arrived three quarters past midnight, on foot. His car lay in a ravine a mile down the road, and his jeans and feet were...