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NonFiction - Year III - Number 9 - Volume One - September 2017

    WREAK OF THE COWBOY By Ellen T. Birrell

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    WREAK OF THE COWBOYBy Ellen T. Birrell The first time I saw Gerardo—oh, years ago—he was riding a flashy paint stallion down a country lane in the setting sun,...

    SONS OF UNCONSCIOUS FATE By Gabrielle Morales

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    SONS OF UNCONSCIOUS FATEBy Gabrielle Morales  Though I was only eight, I still remember my mother’s approach to the facts of death. It was like any other day in...

    WALKER By Olga Pavlinova Olenich

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    WALKERBy Olga Pavlinova Olenich  Sometimes when you walk along the well-trodden path following coastline, there is a moment when the suburban elements – the ugly new houses behind you,...

    IN THE COMPANY OF MEN, MUSCLE, AND MACHISMO By David Boyle

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    IN THE COMPANY OF MEN, MUSCLE, AND MACHISMOBy David Boyle For more than fifteen years I have not given one iota of attention to sports; that is, professional sports....

    ASSOCIATIVE LEAPING By Lydia A. Cyrus

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    ASSOCIATIVE LEAPINGBy Lydia A. Cyrus  1.My mom told me that a red chicken was dying. How? I asked but no one knew how. My brother, the reaper, slid into a pair of...

    LOLITA’S GLASSES By Carrie Bailey

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    LOLITA’S GLASSESBy Carrie Bailey I’ve read the novel, Lolita at least three full times. The first of which, and I’m no longer afraid to admit this, 30 years after the fact,...

    THE GOLD CHAIR By Rebecca Johnson

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    THE GOLD CHAIRBy Rebecca Johnson  It was The Gold Chair that turned everything upside down. It was not an ornate kind of chair. It was not made for Medieval...

    VIRTUAL PLAYGROUND: PLANET EARTH By Sarah A. Odishoo

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    A VIRTUAL PLAYGROUND: PLANET EARTHBy Sarah Odishoo It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God but to create him.                                                                                                                 —Arthur C. Clarke

    IDENTITY CARD By Kate McCorkle

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    IDENTITY CARDBy Kate McCorkle On another cloudless September morning of perfect, temperate weather, Jason and I, both twenty-four, drove the canvas-top Jeep to Fort Campbell to have our wills...

    NEW BOY RULES By Joseph Eastburn

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    NEW BOY RULESBy Joseph Eastburn When my parents separated in 1962, they decided to send my older sister and me off to boarding school to get us out of...