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Fiction - Year III - Number 16 - September 2018

    THE MISSING MASTER by David McVey

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    THE MISSING MASTERby David McVey  The night before I addressed the conference, I was lying in bed in a tiny room in a Hall of Residence. I picked up...

    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...

    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...

    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 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...

    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...

    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...

    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,...

    MISS CRAMICKLE by Geoffrey Heptonstall

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    MISS CRAMICKLEby Geoffrey Heptonstall                                                                   How could I forget the year we were taught by Miss Amy Carmichael? I ask myself this because I heard news of her yesterday. How...

    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,...