Fiction - Year II - Number 8 - July 2017

    SIGHTSEEING By Read Trammel

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    SIGHTSEEINGBy Read Trammel The moment she saw the inflatable pink rabbit drunkenly folded over in decreasing tumescence, Samantha longed to kick it. More, she wanted to beat it, to feel that smack slap of hands...

    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...

    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....

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

    REPARATIONS By Veronica Ordway

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    REPARATIONS By Veronica Ordway Jacqueline could feel the eyes of the other people in the waiting room boring into her. She bowed her head and focused instead on the celebrities splashed across the gossip magazines that...

    (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...

    CONNOISSEUR By Tabatha Jenkins

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    CONNOISSEUR By Tabatha Jenkins I collect people like books. I gather love from each one as if they were a meadow. I once knew a woman who would rise at dawn to wander through her neighbor’s field, picking...

    TWICE A WEEK THE WINTER THOROUGH By Dan Berick

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    TWICE A WEEK THE WINTER THOROUGH By Dan Berick “This is another one of my mother’s great ideas.”  That was all that I could think of as I stood in the gray slush on the sidewalk...

    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...