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Fiction - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

    ANCHORS AWEIGH by Alan Berger

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    ANCHORS AWEIGHby Alan Berger We told and tell people we met in Church.At St. Patrick’s Cathedral yet.That would be a falsehood, but she liked saying it. She called herself...

    ZODIAC COLLEGE by Chukwuebuka Festus

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    ZODIAC COLLEGEby Chukwuebuka Festus Love seeketh not itself to please,Nor for itself hath any care,But for another gives its ease,And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.

    AN ATTACK ON SCHOOL PREMISES by Andrea Taylor

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    AN ATTACK ON SCHOOL PREMISESby Andrea Taylor They gathered the entire staff in the auditorium after dismissal and told us about the sexual assault that occurred in the staff...

    LIVING MACHINES by Reece Braswell

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    LIVING MACHINESby Reece Braswell My Grandma was eighty-six when we admitted her to the hospital. There, rubber-gloved hands cared for her, piercing needles into the walls of her veins...

    THE COOKIEMEISTER By Stan Dryer (Frank Bequaert)

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    THE COOKIEMEISTERby Stan Dryer Childhood memories come and go. An image on television, a friend’s joke or a single word can trigger an explosion of memories, a chain of...

    TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHTY-SEVEN by Trevor Love

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    TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHTY-SEVENby Trevor Love You have two thousand words, two thousand and eighty-seven words to tell a story. Can you do it? Two thousand and sixty-five. Two...

    SANDCASTLES by Kamila Stopyra

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    SANDCASTLESby Kamila Stopyra 1 Dry air from the nearby desert touched Alan’s delicate face. The 13-year-old nodded politely to an old man speaking to him. Yet,...

    NO SCUM by Michael Stanek

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    NO SCUMby Michael C. Stanek   Klaus knew somebody had been there. The signs his commanding officer told them to look for were everywhere. Folded clothing washed to death, unsoiled, stale, scattered across the...

    IVANA by Magdalena Blažević

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    IVANAby Magdalena Blažević Ivana (16. 8. 1993) I'll be dead in two hours. My hair, washed with camomile, as white as snow, will mix with the dust...

    STOLEN CANOES by Charles R. Stieren

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    STOLEN CANOESby Charles R. Stieren Backwoods of Mississippi, Present Day            The ice-maker dumped ice into the tray and woke me. I’d fallen asleep on the couch....