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Fiction - Year III - Number 13 - May 2018

    A GIANT by William Pruitt

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    GIANTby William Pruitt  A boy looked at himself in the mirror. He made a face to scare himself.            He went out into the woods. He shouted a made-up word. He ran back to his house,...

    THE TROUBLE WITH BOREDOM by Melanie A. Doan

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    THE TROUBLE WITH BOREDOMBy Melanie A. Doan Marty looks at me over the rims of his aviators, which are held together by a piece of Scotch tape in the middle. “So, how exactly do you...

    OUR BILLY by Tom Lakin

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    OUR BILLYBy Tom Lakin First, we found out what had happened. “Did you hear?” we asked, across marble countertops and in oak-paneled studies and through the open windows of cars, morning cold pouring in and...

    THE VISITS by David Massey

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    THE VISITSBy David Massey They drove deeper into the country, up and down hills, through pine and scrub forests on both sides of the highway, until they came to the dirt road that left the...

    THE CHOICE by Zia Marshall

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    THE CHOICEBy Zia Marshall Kaira stood at the edge of the water, watching the frothy waves as they swept over her bare feet before receding into the distant ocean. The waves danced over her feet,...

    ABBY’S GOODBYE by Sharon Frame Gay

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    ABBY'S GOODBYEBy Sharon Frame Gay Abby saw the news on Facebook. Todd Conway died last night. The funeral will be held Saturday at The Church of the Woods in Deer Ridge. In lieu of flowers,...

    RESTART by Amada Matei

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    RESTARTBy Amada Matei Restart. Reboot. Refresh. New day. Fresh start. Forget regrets. My therapist told me I needed to find a ritual to remind my inner demons that the past is gone and today I...

    OUT OF TUNE by Annina Lavee

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    OUT OF TUNEBy Annina Lavee We’d all agreed; we’d all emailed; we’d all seen the photos online. We gathered in Ville Pieve a small village outside of Lucca, Italy at a five-hundred-year old villa in...

    THE DAY THE RICHEST POLE DIED by Ewa Mazierska

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    THE DAY THE RICHEST POLE DIEDby Ewa Mazierska The Rs. lived in the last house on our road, in central, yet rural and god-forsaken Poland. One hundred metres north from them was a statue of...

    DROP OUT by Raymond Tatten

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    DROP OUTBy Raymond Tatten  A lazy ceiling fan coaxed May morning air past a wall portrait of President LBJ and through the crowded room as two marines looked up from clerk-sized desks.“Tatten? Major Williams is...