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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...

    SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENT by Daniel White

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    SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENTby D.S. White What to do? What to do? That was the question.Today we would graduate together, Michael, Charles, Tony and I. All gentlemen. Scholars, maybe....

    CHIME PHOBIA by Helen Grochmal

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    CHIME PHOBIAby Helen Grochmal Clary and Myra were friends, let there be no questioning of that. Well, they were sort of friends. When one needed fresh garlic, the other...

    SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENT by Daniel White

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    SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENTby D.S. White    What to do? What to do? That was the question.Today we would graduate together, Michael, Charles, Tony and I. All gentlemen. Scholars, maybe. Learned, to a degree....

    CHILDREN AT PLAY by Dana Hart

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    CHILDREN AT PLAYby Dana Hart Every second Tuesday of the month is Career Day for Mrs. Ainsley’s Saving Grace Kiddos sixth graders, an amusing change of pace from singing psalms to...

    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...

    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...

    DREGS by Jessica Ciosek

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    DREGSby Jessica Ciosek  “You know,” she said, twisting her feet for a 360 view, “I think I could kick your ass in these boots.”  She smiled when she said...

    A KIND GESTURE by Anthony Saunders

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    A KIND GESTUREby Anthony Saunders  It was a dark night, like the others he’d experienced before it. He was always walking but never knew why, he had a great...

    GORSE by Ben Rosenthal

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    GORSEby Ben Rosenthal They picked up Wild Gorse at McCarren International and there he was, dragging a reptile skin embossed travel case. He wore a mackerel-colored seersucker meant to...