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Fiction - Year III - Number 9 - Volume Two - September 2017

    VOID by Jonathan Maniscalco

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    VOIDBy Jonathan Maniscalco  The first thing Jack did was open the window. August’s hot, humid air mixed with the downtown smell of Boston’s Washington Street drifted into his dry...

    SKATEBOARDS AND A SHEEPDOG by Carolyn L. Bell

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    SKATEBOARDS AND A SHEEPDOG By Carolyn Light Bell Gus leaps three feet in the air, his open mouth appearing dangerously close to my face. “Out for...

    THE SUGAR POT by Krista Creel

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    THE SUGAR POTBy Krista Creel  Momma says I have to go to Mrs. Verna’s for sugar. She wants to make shortcakes for my brother and we’re out. Mrs. Verna...

    THE DANCER’S AFFAIR by Jessica Widner

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    THE DANCER’S AFFAIRBy Jessica Widner She is up on her toes. She is Manon Lescaut. She is a first soloist with the National Ballet of Canada. There she is,...

    THE BURNING TREE by Lucas Milliron

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    THE BURNING TREEBy Lucas Milliron “Why have you brought me here?” She asked at the foot of the great red tree.“Was it truly me that brought you here?” He...

    PIECES OF GRAY by Dana Hunter

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    PIECES OF GRAYBy Dana Hunter     Scratch, Scratch, tug, tug. It was July and Katherine Gray was wearing a long sleeved shirt and a pair of cut - off jeans.  She pulled at the...

    THE BIG NIGHT by Taylor Garcia

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        THE BIG NIGHTBy Taylor García     Dr. Adam Flores opens Group Session with his standard line: “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, it’s sweet and sour time.”Everyone goes around the circle and says a positive...

    THE GRAVERS LANE LOCAL by Edith Boyd

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    THE GRAVERS LANE LOCALBy Edith Boyd            The job in the city was working out for me. Actually, the job wasn't great, but the apartment I chose, and the train...

    THE POSTING by Monica Harn

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    THE POSTINGBy Monica L. Bellon-Harn Laura learns to live in ordinary time as she roams rooms of a starter home her husband picked out. When live oaks that lined...

    BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE by Toni Morgan

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    BETWEEN LOVE AND HATEBy Toni Morgan After a fitful sleep, Ken was relieved to see dawn shredding the last vestiges of night.  Outside his bedroom window, a thick glaze...