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Fiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    BEFORE THE DINER by Tim Urban

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    BEFORE THE DINERby Timothy Urban  Driving down the interstate with his Uncle Tucker behind the wheel, Mathew stewed over how he was going to get back at that bully...

    A BAD MAN GOING THROUGH A SAD THING by Alan Kulatti

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    A BAD MAN GOING THROUGH A SAD THINGby Alan Kulatti Her eyes were not blue. They weren’t green. Must’ve been brown. She had brown eyes and she called me...

    GRAVEDIGGER by L.S. Engler

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    GRAVEDIGGERby L. S. Engler Grayson Miller lived a quiet life, haunted by a single summer that lingered in his memory like a ghost. He never tried to escape it,...

    CLAWS by Vincent Yu

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    CLAWSBy Vincent Yu  At first there was horror. Then relief, acceptance, love. When he was old enough to go to school his parents assured him he was normal and handsome...

    A WEEKEND IN DECEIT by Brett Kaplan

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    A BAD MAN GOING THROUGH A SAD THINGby Alan Kulatti Her eyes were not blue. They weren’t green. Must’ve been brown. She had brown eyes and she called me...

    THE SALVATION OF JOHN AMBERT by Kenneth Vanderbeek

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    THE SALVATION OF JOHN AMBERTby Kenneth Vanderbeek “We live in a challenged world, where the lion is devouring the lamb.”The Reverend John Ambert put his sermon down for a...

    THE ART COTTAGE by Sasha Chinnaya

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    THE ART COTTAGEby Sasha Chinnaya I walk through the streets of my city and see a thousand different worlds of art living and breathing. The traffic is a great...

    DISSIDENTS by Michael Malloy

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    DISSIDENTSby Mike Malloy Calvin Conkling and Suzie Hatchet were strolling the warm paving stones of Almaty’s “Arbat,” the popular nickname for Zhibek Zholy, the pedestrianized central boulevard in Kazakhstan’s...

    PLIE, ADJUST, TUNDU, TAP by Jean E. Verthein

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    PLIE, ADJUST, TUNDU, TAPby Jean E. Verthein Three in the morning. The phone rang. It did, didn’t it? After all, detectives called for midnight lineups to check whether the...

    THE FOREVER LETTER by Abigayle Thompson

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    THE FOREVER LETTERby Abigayle Thompson That afternoon an invitation was placed in the mailbox outside the Roney’s home.  It was the end of February, a cold day with clouds...