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NonFiction - Year III - Number 17 - October 2018

    WE CALL HIM ABBA By Sacha Gragg

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    TRIAL BY FIREby Braelyn Riggs The first time I ever saw an automatic paper towel dispenser was when I was nine years old. My seven year old sister Jerica...

    MY ANCIENT ENEMY By Daniel Bailey

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    RESTLESS RAMBLINGSby Sara Magruder  Complete and Utter NonsenseI sit in the living room at 1:30 am and begin writing. I know I am going to be tired and cranky in the morning, but...

    JOY By Allen Long

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    JOYby Allen Long In December 2016 in the San Francisco Bay area, I drove to my orthopedic surgeon’s office in considerable pain.  Despite near-agony in my right leg, I...

    MY BIG, PERFECT BROTHER By John Bonanni

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    MY BIG, PERFECT BROTHERby John Bonanni My brother is Mr. Perfect. My brother can do no wrong.At least that is what my mother always insists. He never gets into...

    PRESENCE By Marjorie McAtee

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    PRESENCEby Marjorie McAtee I don’t know what happens to people after they die. Maybe they go to Heaven or Hell or Purgatory, like I was taught in Catechism class...

    I FEEL FIRMLY By Dave Schwartz

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    I FEEL FIRMLYby G David Schwartz  I feel firmly that God will not condemn any hunan being to eternal damnation if because they did or did not believe in something presented to the...

    TRIAL BY FIRE By Braelyn Riggs

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    TRIAL BY FIREby Braelyn Riggs The first time I ever saw an automatic paper towel dispenser was when I was nine years old. My seven year old sister Jerica...

    RESTLESS RAMBLINGS By Sara Magruder

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    HOPE AT LASTby Jon Epstein My skin didn’t fit. I was consumed with angst, self-consciousness, and low self-esteem. But, of course, at fifteen, I just thought everyone’s life was...

    CURTAIN By Juli Nicewarner

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    MY ANCIENT ENEMYby Daniel Bailey My Nijinsky bird-feet seemed to be going over well in our first conversation that fall afternoon in 1973. I called them that because my...

    HOPE AT LAST By Jon Epstein

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        WE CALL HIM ABBAby Sacha Gragg  “Sacha, is your family Jewish?”I don’t remember which one of my soccer teammates asked me that, but the question stunned me. My hand stilled the wooden spoon...