Fiction - Year III - Number 10 - November 2017

    VIXEN by David Cairns

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    VIXENBy D.A.Cairns ‘A few rules to lay down, first, okay?’Vixen ignored the man’s melodramatic groan, and stepped away from him. She wasn’t going to be deterred by his impatience....

    INDIA LAKE by Patricia Trentacoste

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    VIXENBy D.A.Cairns ‘A few rules to lay down, first, okay?’Vixen ignored the man’s melodramatic groan, and stepped away from him. She wasn’t going to be deterred by his impatience....

    RUDE AWAKENING by Michael Washburn

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    RUDE AWAKENINGBy Michael Washburn Chris Sievert didn’t know whether the disturbing visions he began to experience in his thirteenth year grew from a long-ignored brain injury, or whose fault...

    DO IT YOURSELF FINISHING SCHOOL by Debra Leigh Scott

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    DO IT YOURSELF FINISHING SCHOOLBy Debra Leigh Scott It started because I couldn’t abide crudeness in my life.  All around me I see crude and rude behavior,...

    GIN BLOSSOM by Michael LeBlanc

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    GIN BLOSSOMBy Michael LeBlanc    To him it was magic. All of it: The projector cutting through darkness luring flies into the spotlight. The rows of chrome bumpers polished so bright he could watch...

    BIG BOY by Santino DeFranco

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    BIG BOYSantino DeFranco He was a real big son of a bitch. But I’m not talking about the son of a bitch part, but the big part. He was...

    MARIA by Emily Peña Murphey

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    MARIABy Emily Peña Murphey On that last day before the big storm, I first noticed something was funny when our family went to the mercado in Las Altas.  We arrived very...

    SEARCHING FOR AMELIA ERHART by Ben Orlando

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    SEARCHING FOR AMELIA EARHARTBy Ben Orlando The way I remember that day, Amelia and I are two women chattering along with the song birds around us. She stands next...

    SPANKING by Dan Howard

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    SPANKINGby Earl Javorsky Herb Baumgartner considered the idea of getting spanked. It was worth it, bearing a little pain—in theory at least—if his wife really could then be over...

    THE OPPONENT by Mark Hannon

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    THE OPPONENTBy Mark Hannon He sat on a folding chair, dripping sweat, his heart rate slowing down, the fight over for several minutes. Feeling the water run down his...