Fiction - Year II - Number 8 - July 2017

    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...

    ACTION HERO’S EULOGY By Ben Inks

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    ACTION HERO’S EULOGY By Benjamin Inks Her Nike trainers splash by, crossing our path for the second time this misty, black morning, and she looks me in the eye (if only for the briefest of curious...

    CHRONICLES OF THE GODS By Victor Bade

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    CHRONICLES OF THE GODS (An excerpt from the novel) By Victor Bade Chapter 1 (This part of my journal has a very distinct feature about it that makes it quite unlike the previous ones. I know that...

    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 still, people take their breaks outside....

    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...

    BOOTS By Thomas Vollman

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    BOOTSBy Tommy Vollman A few months prior to what should have been the end of my final year of undergrad, my then-girlfriend told me she was going to study abroad in London.It was the middle...

    LITTLE BITS FOR DINNER By Anna Villegas

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    LITTLE BITS FOR DINNERBy Anna Villegas My big brother’s romantic history includes a series of reasonably tolerable partners (except Marianne: anyone sporting blood red fingernails on purpose is disqualified from the get-go), women who have...

    HIM By Rebekah Coxwell

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    HIM By Rebekah Coxwell She had been sure it was him. That bald head. The confident way he planted his feet about a foot apart. He knew there was no one that could throw him off...

    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 join the Club de Résurrection. It’s...

    A FOTOGRAFIA Para João Bernardo

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    A FOTOGRAFIA De João Bernardo Dormia profundamente, como já não fazia há muito tempo, pois tinha reencontrado a felicidade e a paz de espírito. Tinha encontrado alguém com quem partilhar o bem mais precioso do mundo....