CANDY IN THE VOID by Russ Bickerstaff

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CANDY IN THE VOIDby Russ Bickerstaff Candy was slipping around at odd angles. It was difficult for her to find her footing in and midst all of the gravity that was going on. And there...

WHAT ARE YOU SAVING IT FOR by John McLennon

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WHAT ARE YOU SAVING IT FOR?By John McLennon Monika entered Carnal Love, one of Berlin’s basement nightclubs. The men all wore uniforms of the lowest rank, common soldaten on leave, fresh out of training before the Reich shoved them...

SHAME by Harry Ricciardi

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SHAMEby Harry Ricciardi  In Nelson’s dockyard, Wayne was working.  On the back of some fancy plastic boat, the fitting had broken that held the wire that ran inside the davits that raised a dinghy.  It...

LEAVING KARACHI – By Neil D. Desmond

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LEAVING KARACHIBy Neil D. Desmond Elise was not looking forward to her next "assignment."  He did not give his name, saying only that he was from Karachi but had lived in London for nine years. ...

CHILDREN AT PLAY by Dana Hart

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CHILDREN AT PLAYby Dana Hart Every second Tuesday of the month is Career Day for Mrs. Ainsley’s Saving Grace Kiddos sixth graders, an amusing change of pace from singing psalms to an accompaniment CD made in the...

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...

THE GLANCE OF ORPHEUS II – By Ted Morrissey

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THE GLANCE OF THE ORPHEUS IIBy Ted Morrissey The City Athletic Club was more ornate than the Blackstone, more extravagant by the looks of its façade of brick and stone. Workers were shoveling snow and...

COWHIDE by Alan Berger

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COWHIDEby Alan Berger She grew up aware of the process of slaughter.She heard it. She saw saw it, she smelled it, she ate it.That is how it turns up down on the farm. This little big...

FIRST SPRING SEASON by Daniel Picker

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FIRST SPRING SEASONby Daniel Picker   My father disappeared in the dark that late winter when the nights still ran long into the mornings and the day still ran short with darkness falling before dinner. ...

THE FEEDING by Tammy Huffman

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THE FEEDINGby Tammy Huffman His reach fell short.  Just beyond his fingertips.  He wanted the fruit in the highest branches.  Only those apples would do for his seed — the ones that bobbled like rubies,...