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Fiction - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

    LAST NIGHT by Cassie Lawson

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    LAST NIGHTBy Cassie Lawson “Do you want to get high tonight?”I nearly dropped the receiver and choked on my Dorritos. “Wha- wait. What?”“I can come pick you up in like half an hour. What are...

    A ROOM FOR TWO by Cristina Oramas

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    A ROOM FOR TWOBy Cristina Oramas Sweat made her tight white dress cling to her curvy figure. “Why do you always make me meet you in such dingy motels?” asked Rose. The bed had a...

    APPOINTMENT IN ZANESVILLE by Don Dussault

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    APPOINTMENT IN ZANESVILLEBy Don Dussault Bustling more than usual this morning, Thelma sets the omelet platter down hard before me and deftly slides an omelet into my plate, then one into hers, without looking at...

    UNDER THE FLOORS OF CHURCHES by Libby Copa

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    UNDER THE FLOORS OF CHURCHESBy Libby Copa She had not wanted him to come with her to the wedding in the first place. That morning as Maren lay naked from the waist up and in...

    QUEEN’S GAMBIT by Lazar Trubman

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    QUEEN'S GAMBITBy Lazar Trubman “I’m not particularly against telemarketers, but if they could only use a little more improvisation,” says Bill Stubbs setting out the chessmen for our usual Friday game. “It makes me feel...

    A GIRL DIED HERE by Kyle Labe

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    A GIRL DIED HEREBy Kyle Labe The cross is white. Her portrait embellishes the center, as if she’s crucified. As if she died so we can live. It’s on the side of the road, near...

    HIS HOME by Effy Rose

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    HIS HOMEBy Effy Rose It’s the house I grew up in, but everything’s different. Forty years ago, I left it to care for itself, and I suppose it has. It’s still standing. Under a blanket...

    TWENTY-SEVEN VELVET BOXES by Zia Marshall

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    TWENTY-SEVEN VELVET BOXESBy Zia Marshall    Shoma scooped up her hair into a ponytail as she ran down the stairs to get breakfast ready for Farhaan. Soft sunlight filtered in through the large picture window that...

    THE MAN IN CUBICLE 2200 by Heide Arbitter

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    THE MAN IN CUBICLE 2200By Heide Arbitter As a boy, he lived in a largely unfurnished thirty room mansion. His pious parents did not let him play with toys, nor make friends with children from...

    THE GIFT by Libby Belle

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    THE GIFTby Libby Belle The nausea was bad enough to send her jumping out the window, only her house was a one-story and crashing to her death just wasn’t possible with a mere three-foot fall. Although,...