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Fiction - Year III - Number 15 - August 2018

    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...

    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...

    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...

    MY FRIEND SINDSMAN by Alexandra Lapointe

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    MY FRIEND SINDSMANby Alexandra Lapointe Neither the day before nor the day after were of much significance. It was only the day I met Sindsman that I can vividly...

    AQUARIUS by Robert Perron

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    AQUARIUSby Robert Perron  Rita appears in Stan's doorway forearms extended, middle fingers raised. A faded AC/DC T-shirt—red thunderbolt on black background—hangs past her knees. She's short, thinks Stan, but...

    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...

    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....

    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 –...

    SOMEPLACE WARM by Paul-John Ramos

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    SOMEPLACE WARMby Paul-John Ramos   1About every 20 to 30 minutes, I put my hand on the radiators and pipes.  It was usually bedroom radiator on the far right, pipe...

    A MEETING WITH THE PIG by Carolyn Soyars

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    A MEETING WITH THE PIGby Carolyn Soyars Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their...