Fiction - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

    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...

    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....

    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...