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Fiction - Year III - Number 19 - December 2018

    STAY by Mariana Sabino

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    STAYby Mariana Sabino As I stood outside the house, a bottled-down stillness came over me. I caught a strong whiff of mold – sweetened somehow. Soon enough, the door...

    FEVER by James Christon

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    FEVERby James Christon 1. InsideThe wood panelling denotes how old the world is around him. How history resides in the classrooms like bottomless pits found by scuba divers. Dan takes...

    A PITSTOP ON THE ROAD TO REDEMPTION by Mark Kaye

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    A PITSTOP ON THE ROAD TO REDEMPTIONby Mark Kaye In the centre of the town square stood a fountain in the middle of which was a statue of a...

    ON THE WAY TO FLORIDA by Thomas Genevieve

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    ON THE WAY TO FLORIDAby Thomas Genevieve Holly knew Keith would blast the air conditioning the entire trip, and he did. Smiling, she pulled the sweatshirt she brought in...

    ARMISTICE by Halle Carter

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    ARMISTICEby Halle J. Carter Now that most everyone has gone, Lexa can hear what’s going on in the tiny kitchen off of the living room. The TV is up...

    MR. DARLING CONFRONTS A VISION by Andrew Mitin

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    MR. DARLING CONFRONTS A VISIONby Andrew Mitin Mr. Darling    James to his wife and father    Jim to his friends and co-workers and    Jimmy to his motherwas not a morbid man, or...

    SORRY BETSY by Mimi Karabulut

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    SORRY BETSYby Mimi Karabulut   I take a seat, but this table is all wrong. It’s too old for the room. The room has a modern feel to it, but the table is creaky...

    GOFER ALL OR NOTHING by Katrina Johnston

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    GOFER ALL OR NOTHINGby Katrina Johnston The speciality at the Hampton Grill is huge cheeseburgers with wedge-cut fries. I'm on the normal day shift now. Hooray! Lucky me. Compared...

    THE COLDNESS OF PEARLS by Deirdre Barragry

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    THE COLDNESS OF PEARLSby Deirdre Barragry Harry was so punctual he might have been mistaken for someone who wanted to be there. Twenty minutes early, as if about to...

    EL SEÑOR DE LOS MILAGROS by Janet Barrow

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    EL SEÑOR DE LOS MILAGROSby Janet Barrow Señor Arellano walked slowly along Jiron Junín, his cane tapping nervously against the ground. The streets, a hive of agitated activity less...