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Fiction - Year III - Number 16 - September 2018

    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,...

    MEDIEVAL MUSIC FROM MIDWESTERN UNIVERSITIES by Ted Morrissey

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    MEDIEVAL MUSIC FROM MIDWESTERN UNIVERSITIESBy Ted Morrissey An ER nurse called Frannie’s name, and she and Beth walked through the extrawide double doors which then swung closed behind them....

    THE BEES by Robby Pettit

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    THE BEESby Robby Pettit  Detective Earl Smith and his son sat in the cop car. The world outside was green and plastic, awash in yellow sunlight. No bird chirped,...

    THE SIREN by Eric Stevens

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    THE SIRENBy Eric Stevens The frozen wood of the bench on 7th Street was brittle and burned Steve’s thighs while he leaned to one side, watching the cars drive...

    FLAGMAN by Ron Singer

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    FLAGMANby Ron Singer I must of seen this guy hundreds of times, but I still can’t believe him. First of all, he isn’t a dwarf or a midget (I...