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Fiction - Year III - Number 16 - September 2018

    THE PHOTOGRAPH by Marcella Meeks

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    THE PHOTOGRAPHby Marcella Simmons Last week, my husband Gene and I went to Santa Fe, New Mexico for our fifteenth anniversary. Santa Fe is where we met and we...

    THEY SELL THEIR SOULS TO STRANGERS by Wendra Colleen

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    THEY SELL THEIR SOULS TO STRANGERSby Wendra Colleen When the Women of Bourbon Street become ghosts, they are the last to realize it. They’ve been tossed out and forgotten,...

    FAST LANE by Katie Rose

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    FAST LANEby Katie Rose I start slow, creepin’ down the dirt road in first gear, my bare foot just kissin’ the gas pedal. I need my fix though, so...

    IT FEELS LIKE HOME TO ME by Julia Zwetolitz

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    IT FEELS LIKE HOME TO MEby Julia Zwetolitz   Home is not just the concrete building. It is also where family is and the memories that occurred in each house....

    NIGHT OWL by Robin Wyatt Dunn

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    NIGHT OWLBy Robin Wyatt Dunn  That all the last daylight should have passed;  not only in the sky but in our daydreams;  for night in slipping closer says we're...

    THIS IS SOMETHING by Ryan Johnson

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    THIS IS SOMETHINGby Ryan Johnson  “ADAM GO!! YOU HAVE TO GO, I’M WORKING RIGHT NOW!!” My voice echoed throughout the noise-rich air of a sunny commerce driven weekday in...

    HILLSIDE STREET by Abby Obenski

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    HILLSIDE STREETby Abigail Obenski My music blared as I screamed my lungs out singing, coasting down the windy backroad leading to the little haven I created for myself. I...

    LET’S MAKE A DEAL by Nicolette Munoz

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    LET’S MAKE A DEALby Nikki Munoz            “I want to renegotiate the terms of our relationship.”What the actual fuck?“I—okay?”“I say this because I genuinely want to be your friend. I...

    THE GARBAGE MAN by Rachael Peralez

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    THE GARBAGE MANBy R. Peralez The note reads:‘Dear Garbage man, Please make sure you get ALL the trash out of the can.Thanks! The Brewsters’  I stand there just...

    THE BIG MOVE by Maria Frangakis

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    THE BIG MOVEby Maria Valenzuela Frangakis After nine years in San Jacinto, without electricity and indoor plumbing, we were finally leaving. We were moving to la casita hermosa, the beautiful little house,...