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Fiction - Year III - Number 12 - April 2018

    THE BLUE HAT by Linda Juliano

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    THE BLUE HATby Linda Juliano Allison dragged fear and exhaustion behind her like a steer straining against a yoke as she followed the dirt path around one of several...

    ‘TIS A PUZZLE by Mary Ann Presman

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    TIS A PUZZLEBy Mary Ann Presman Linda got up from the kitchen table and took her cereal bowl to the sink to rinse it before putting it in the...

    STRANGERS NO MORE by Tara Lynn Marta

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    STRANGERS NO MOREBy Tara Lynn Marta Stacey didn’t want much out of life. Just happiness and stability. It wasn’t a lot for a young woman of seventeen to ask...

    THE HOUSE ON EAST ORANGE STREET by Toni Morgan

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    THE HOUSE ON EAST ORANGE STREETBy Toni Morgan Homer and Naomi lived in the house on East Orange Street fifty-seven years, forty of them Homer going off to work...

    DEADLY LONELY QUIET WILDERNESS by Lazar Trubman

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    DEADLY LONELY QUIET WILDERNESSBy Lazar Trubman  A glade on the hill; on the glade – an old hut. Couple of windows, dilapidated roof, crooked porch crying for a fix....

    DON’T WANT MUCH by Thomas Elson

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    DON’T WANT MUCHby Thomas Elson This story happened over forty years ago, and reforms have eliminated its recurrence. The media would expose it. No one would tolerate it. We...

    GOOGLE MAPS by Harry Groome

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    GOOGLE MAPSby Harry Groom The Gardiners, along with Roger Anderson and Dorothy Vaux, had gotten hopelessly lost on their way to the party and swore that on the way...

    DEICIDAL SECOND GRADER by Juan Villagomez

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    DEICIDAL SECOND GRADERby Juan Fernando Villagomez I never went to church before my first week in Catholic school. The student body attended mass every Friday, and before the first...

    ON THE STAIRS by Alex Lobera

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    ON THE STAIRSby Alex Lobera I met him on the stairs. I had never seen him before, and never saw him again. It was unusual to meet him there,...

    MEADOWS by Whitney Judd

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    MEADOWSby Whitney Judd "Lenore, Sing!  Hang your head out the window! Sing! Look, here we are!""We're not there yet, Momma." The girl, still thick and slow with sleep, hung...