A GAME OF SOLITAIRE by June Kino-Cullen

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A GAME OF SOLITAIREby June Kino-Cullen Days go by without winning. I tell myself it’s okay. It’s the process that counts. Keeps my old brain sharp. The more I play, the quicker I move that...

WHAT THINGS, THESE THINGS, STIR THE HEART by Joe De Quattro

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WHAT THINGS, THESE THINGS, STIR THE HEARTby Joe De Quattro      In voicing his uncertainty Martin Colliver felt he was making a declaration. “I have no idea how to do this!”  He understood that admissions such...

EVERYTHING TASTES LIKE TIN by Bari Hein

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EVERYTHING TASTES LIKE TINby Bari Hein Wherever Joe’s youngest son goes, trouble follows.His older two, Jacob and Luke, managed to grow up without breaking a single bone between them. Matthew, on the other hand, broke...

THE RETURN OF THE TUNNEL RATS by Michael Walker

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THE RETURN OF THE TUNNEL RATSby Michael S. Walker It was in Great Vale Park that I last saw George Oliver.He was a drummer. He had been the drummer in a punk band I had...

THE DECAYING AND BLOOMING MIND by Diego Lorenzo Leyva

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THE DECAYING AND BLOOMING MINDby Diego Lorenzo Leyva Psychotic Break Bring on the psychotic break! We're strong enough for it! We shall let this heavy burden ride our backs until we, proud horses, perish. Welcome to the...

THREAT OF RAIN by Brian Stumbaugh

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THREAT OF RAINby Brian Stumbaugh "Pass the scrubber?"He slides her the yellow nylon scrubber, a soapy mesh lemon in his hands, slick in the luke warm water.  Their fingers entwine for just a second, then...

NO BOYS ALLOWED by Jessica Simpkiss

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NO BOYS ALLOWEDby Jessica Simpkiss Clint was fifteen when an accident killed our father. I can still remember the look on my mother’s face as she tried to tell us that he wouldn’t be coming...

STAY by Mariana Sabino

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STAYby Mariana Sabino As I stood outside the house, a bottled-down stillness came over me. I caught a strong whiff of mold – sweetened somehow. Soon enough, the door swung open and out came my...

FEVER by James Christon

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FEVERby James Christon 1. InsideThe wood panelling denotes how old the world is around him. How history resides in the classrooms like bottomless pits found by scuba divers. Dan takes a deep breath and unwillingly ingests...

A PITSTOP ON THE ROAD TO REDEMPTION by Mark Kaye

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A PITSTOP ON THE ROAD TO REDEMPTIONby Mark Kaye In the centre of the town square stood a fountain in the middle of which was a statue of a giant conch adorned with twisted ivy...