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Fiction - Year II - Number 8 - July 2017

    (IN)SIGNIFICANT OTHER By Kelly Smith

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    (IN)SIGNIFICANT OTHER By Kell Smith Attraction is a science, they say, all chemicals and hormones, a type of alchemy that turns strangers into gold. The right physical proportions, the right smile, temperament, were each components in...

    MARILYN MONROE. FAT GIRLS. DEATH. FREEDOM By Michael Mohr

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    MARILYN MONROE. FAT GIRLS. DEATH. FREEDOM. By Michael Mohr  It was the summer of 2009. I'd been hitchhiking for about three months. I'd met Matt in...

    THINE ENEMY By Caleb Dudley

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    THINE ENEMY By Caleb Dudley        Men talked nonchalantly around Frederick.  Simmons was currently displaying a photograph of his girlfriend back in Suffolk to an uninterested Beasley.  Richards was unleashing a torrent of curses, having clumsily...

    THE STORY OF HENRY: CHAPTER & VERSE By Elizabeth Gauffreau

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    THE STORY OF HENRY:CHAPTER AND VERSEBy Elizabeth Gauffreau When Francis strolled into Carney’s Restaurant for his morning coffee, a newcomer sat at the counter having coffee and doughnuts and...

    THE CLOCK By Michael Onofrey

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    THE CLOCKBy Michael Onofrey A corrugated awning, extending out from the side of the warehouse, provides shade. Mid-September and hot, and it’ll remain that way for another month. But...

    ALMOST ANYTHING GOES By Tony DAloisio

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    ALMOST ANYTHING GOES By Tony D'Aloisio A bunch of guys in striped shirts were trotting out onto the playing field, holding large metal plates piled high with whipped cream.  They carried them across a shallow pit...

    ADVICE FROM MR. WHISKERS By Wayne Hall

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    ADVICE FROM MR. WHISKERS By Wayne Hall Nonchalantly Melvin Langley pressed the green button on the over-sized remote causing the television to come to life drowning out the silence that loomed throughout the small apartment like...

    MEDIUM-RARE By Melissa Moore

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    MEDIUM-RARE By Melissa Moore “Something’s wrong with the meat.” Eddie sat on the metal kitchen counter, poking at the spot where he took a bite from his hamburger. There was something off about its taste. The...

    CLUB DE RÉSURRECTION By Jim Meirose

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    CLUB DE RÉSURRECTIONBy Jim Meirose Many too many too many too years. We both wonder, you know, how they’re going to do it. This is why we decided to...

    LOLA By Dana C Verdino

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    LOLABy Dana C Verdino The young man with the tie exited the back of the café and into a sunlit alleyway that had a good temperature, despite the rancid...