Fiction - Year III - Number 12 - April 2018

    CANDY IN THE VOID by Russ Bickerstaff

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    CANDY IN THE VOIDby Russ Bickerstaff Candy was slipping around at odd angles. It was difficult for her to find her footing in and midst all of the gravity...

    WILD THINGS by Christina Kapp

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    WILD THINGSBy Christina Kapp Nana’s body had been outside for upwards of fifteen hours and was partially frozen before anyone found her. Her discovery might have taken even longer,...

    STORY TIME by Laura Tahir

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    STORY TIMEby Laura Tahir It was August 1976. Sam stopped and looked down from the cab of his Big-OJ Tanker. Under the streetlight near the truck stop exit he...

    THE ELEVENTH INCIDENT by Bruce A. Heap

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    THE ELEVENTH INCIDENTby Bruce A. Heap Writers as we know are an odd lot.  Rarely are they satisfied with a work and when they are, they are at the...

    ALWAYS LOVE by Brandon Abbott

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    ALWAYS LOVEby Brandon Abbott  The old man sat alone and watched the family from a distance. If they noticed, they didn't seem to care. Four of them picnicked in...

    TRYING AGAIN by Fran Turner

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    TRYING AGAINby Fran Turner Marcella remembers the shotgun pointed at her face. Like the robber’s third eye, hard and filled with a dull smolder. First, the terror paralyzed her,...

    ONE, TWO, THREE, BANANA by Robert Kirkley

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    ONE, TWO, THREE, BANANAby Bob Kirkley On the first Saturday of May, Barry's mother signed him up for soccer camp, the two-year-old class.  She sighed.  Now came the tricky...

    FIRST SIP by Haley Biermann

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    FIRST SIPby Haley Biermann Everything is more charming in Harvard Square.  The thought occurs to me as I approach the wooden framed doors of the slightly curved Starbucks on...

    THE BLACK DEATH OF HAPPY HAVEN by A. Elizabeth Herting

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    THE BLACK DEATH OF HAPPY HAVENby  A. Elizabeth Herting The residents of the Happy Haven Retirement Community had no idea where the cat came from, just that he had...

    MEETING MELISSA by Edith Boyd

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    MEETING MELISSAby Edith Boyd             The  gate guard’s voice was different. Less deferential.“Mrs. Palmer, there’s a young woman named Melissa here to see you. ““Did she tell you her...