Fiction - Year II - Number 7 - Volume I - June 2017

    THE RAIN – By Lao-Tzu Allan-Blitz

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    THE RAINBy Lao-Tzu Allan-Blitz The rain was coming down hard and clicked lightly and constantly against the glass.  The wind was blowing so strongly that it rushed the clouds in a hurry across the sky,...

    A WILDERNESS OF MONKEYS – By Robert McKean

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    A WILDERNESS OF MONKEYSBy Robert McKean It was my turquoise; I had it of Leah when I was a bachelor:I would not have given it for a wilderness of monkeys.—Shylock Heartless, the way they ravaged the...

    NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARY – By Ed Meek

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    NO EXPERIENCE NECESSARYBy Ed Meek In the summer of 1985, I was painting triple-deckers in Roxbury, Massachusetts. I came up from Carol, Pennsylvania, which is where I grew up.  People ask me where Carol is...

    SACRED GEOMETRY FOR ARIEL V – By Alex R. Encomienda

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    SACRED GEOMETRY FOR ARIEL VBy Alex R. Encomienda Sometimes life told stories in strange cases and the complexity of its subject was overlooked despite the story having a solid underlying meaning. It was no wonder...

    HOW THE FIRE STARTED – By Melissa DosSantos Sullivan

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    HOW THE FIRE STARTEDBy Melissa DosSantos Sullivan  Marian kept the pills in an old sugar bowl on the top of the refrigerator her mother had bought new in 1948. Her arthritic hand cramped as she...

    SUPERMARKET PAPERBACK – By Mike Dorman

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    SUPERMARKET PAPERBACKBy Mike Dorman            Fifty miles west of Bloomington lies Hillsboro, a monument to middle-class malaise.  A fifteen-mile break from the real world, a stucco strip mall oasis in the vast Midwest horizon.  The...

    THE COMEBACKS – By Monique Gagnon German

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    THE COMEBACKSBy Monique Gagnon German By the time she’s 10, Cami knows the main trails in and out of Grampy’s woods pretty well, even though they span more than a hundred acres. The main trail...

    CARNIVAL – By Shayna Boisvert

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    CARNIVALBy Shayna Boisvert  The evening was approaching midnight; outside, an owl let out a haunting call, and darkness bled in from the stained glass of the ballroom. Rosaline continued to search the room for the...

    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. ...

    WAITING FOR JACK – By Melanie Simms

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    WAITING FOR JACKBy Melanie Simms  I used to be romance novel junkie.  Love was all I lived for. I lived off Harlequin romancebooks and believed that love was forever.Prince Charming was more than just a...