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Fiction - Year I - Number 1 - December 2015

    AIPLANE DOWN By Jody Rawley

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    AIRPLANE DOWNBy Jody Rawley(Part One)Going South In A HurryTwenty minutes before the homeroom bell on a cold dry October morning, eleventh grader, Patricio Feliciano, sprinted the hundred yards from Chaparral High School’s...

    A GIGANTE By João Franco

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    Era uma vez, num pequeno vale escondido no Monte Ararat, uma diminuta raça de gigantes que ali existia desde o princípio dos tempos. As altas falésias que rodeavam aquele vale fechado tinham...

    THE MAN IN THE IRONED SUIT By Josh Truxton

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    THE MAN IN THE IRONED SUITBy Joshua Truxton The young man in dark blue stepped gingerly around the soft piles left by stray dogs and approached the two shabbily...

    PRO FORMA By Robert J. Lowenherz, Ph.D.

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    PRO FORMABy Robert J. Lowenherz, Ph.D. One hour after a massive heart attack, William S. Jefferson died in his hospital bed. What followed was not at all what he...

    I’LL FIND MY OWN WAY OUT By Scott Kauffman

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    I'LL FIND MY OWN WAY OUTBy Scott Kauffman “Those two just threw themselves into everything, and we told each other that’s the pluck one must...

    O DESFILADEIRO DE AMO – A história do último unicórnio / Fim de...

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    O DESFILADEIRO DE AMOA história do último unicórnio( Fim de semana em Faro / Capítulo Dezanove / Stevan V. Nikolic)Traduzido do Inglês porAdelaide Franco Nikolic O unicórnio é um...

    AS DUAS CIDADES By João Franco

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    AS DUAS-CIDADESBy João Franco Não havia outra solução. Vali, a grande sacerdotisa do povo castoriano, voltou a consultar os dados que o gigantesco computador biónico projectava no ar diante...

    RAVEN WINGS By Jearl Rugh

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    RAVEN WINGSBy Jearl Rugh Zach poked at the small campfire with the charred end of a broken tree limb, raised the flaming stick to light another cigarette and waited...

    WHITE IS THE COLDEST COLOUR By John Nicholl

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    WHITE IS THE COLDEST COLOUR                                                                          Chapter 3 Cynthia Galbraith rose at 5:30 a.m. on Friday 10, January, as she invariably did on days when her...

    THE MAGIC HOUR By Kathryn Esplin-Oleski

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    THE MAGIC HOURBy Kathryn Esplin When I was growing up, dinner-table conversation often revolved around scientific discourse, the recitation of poetry composed during dinner, and the recollection of past...