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Fiction - Year III - Number 15 - August 2018

    GRACELAND by Shawn Van Horn

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    GRACELANDby Shawn Van Horn  Sometimes, on the worst days, I walk the paved trails that snake through Graceland Cemetery. No king rests there, just thousands of us everyday paupers....

    EASY WAY by Alexa Findlay

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    EASY WAYby Alexa Findlay  He sits at his spotless wooden desk reviewing the patient’s dental history. Perfect teeth and no cavities.His stomach drops to his knees, as he sees...

    FINER THINGS by Maureen Hossbacher

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    FINER THINGSby Maureen Hossbacher Even in retrospect, Wesley Byrne is disinclined to acknowledge the cliché of his affair with Ellie.  He was past forty and starting to bald.  Ellie...

    BECAUSE IT FELT GOOD by Nikki Munoz

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    BECAUSE IT FELT GOODby Nikki Munoz Have you ever felt halved? You think that you find someone that you can share your life with. And you think that that...

    BLUE WATER by Andrew Mitin

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    BLUE WATERby Andrew Mitin    The Home Twilight moon through now-falling snow.  The quiet flakes embrace over asphalt fissures of street bed.  The world has...

    BAD DAYS COME IN DOZENS by Gabriel Sage

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    BAD DAYS COME IN DOZENSby Gabriel Sage  I’ve always gotten lost or mistaken directions. It’s been happening as long as I can remember. My internal compass completely broken –...

    THE SINGING SCALLOP by Annabelle Blomeley

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    THE SINGING SCALLOPby Annabelle Blomeley The Singing Scallop Restaurant held its fifteenth anniversary on the day Hurricane Robert starting raining down onto the town of Winnie Shores. Out the...

    TIN SOLDIER by Toni Morgan

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    TIN SOLDIERby Toni Morgan   We all stared at the words San Ignacio painted on a piece of weathered wood nailed to a stake pounded into the ground.  An arrow pointed toward...

    BLUE FEATHERS by Evan Massey

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    BLUE FEATHERSby Evan  Massey Sharon wanted to go out west to try her hand at movies. She told me she was done with school.“It’s not for me,” she said.She...

    KAZANTZAKIS AT HOME by Larry Smith

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    KAZANTZAKIS AT HOMEby Larry Smith     He was so old that some of the kids said he took the very first shit that ever made the olives grow. Many of...