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Fiction - Year II - Number 5 - December 2016

    PURPLE DRESS, A short story by Denis Bell

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    PURPLE DRESSBy Denis Bell One spoon of instant and two spoons of sugar in the Disney mug with the broken handle. The best way to start your day.           Garbage spilling...

    A BROKEN SHELL OF A MAN by Elizabeth O’Neil

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    A BROKEN SHELL OF A MANA novel byElizabeth O’Neill Chapter One - EGGS ‘Dae ye want ays tae read your palm?’  The gypsy woman asked, craning...

    LA VERDAD SEGÚN MICHAEL Traducida por Maria Gil del Campo

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    Capitulo uno - LA LLEGADA        Michael llegó a Nueva York un miércoles sobre las siete de la tarde. Caminó hacia la salida del área de llegadas internacionales...

    A DIFFERENT ME, A short story by Donald McCarthy

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    A DIFFERENT ME By Donald McCarthy I travel to parallel universes. It’s not a voluntary experience. I am living my life one second and living another the next. Weeks will go by without a trip...

    A GARDEN ON THE ROOF, A short story by Patty Somlo

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    A GARDEN ON THE ROOF By Patty Somlo The tall, very dark-skinned man didn’t say a word, as Katherine Foster led him and the woman from the refugee agency through the flat. Moderately tall herself and...

    A PALIMPSEST, A short story by Jim Naremore

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    A PALIMPSESTBy Jim Naremore      Files. Or, more directly, filing cabinets.     Green, brown and different shades of grey. Battered, scratched, dented, their hardware tarnished. Some Kafkaesque bureaucratic dystopian fantasy: brown veneer second-hand conference...

    AUNT RACHEL GOT MARRIED, By Laura DiCarlo Short

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    AUNT RACHEL GOT MARRIEDBy Laura DiCarlo Short Aunt Rachel Got Married, I Got Spooked, and New-Uncle Tom Got Slapped by Nonna Who Came to Sop Up the Blood

    I TAKE FLIGHT, by C. E. Petrichor

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    I TAKE FLIGHTBy C.E. Petrichor When I think of my family, I think of vines. I think of monumental emerald green ropes embellished with thick, needle pointed thorns that...

    DAMNED OLE HOLLER, A short story by Shania Blair

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    DAMNED OLE HOLLERBy Shania Blair Every year for two to three weeks in the spring, Citico Creek is swarmed with fish, referred to as Buffalo, swimming upstream to mate....

    DOUBLE DODGING, A short story by Edith Gallagher Boyd

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    DOUBLE DODGINGBy Edith Gallagher Boyd The ball swished through the basket. Not only was it a buzzer beater, it was against one of our biggest rivals. My shot gave...