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Fiction - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

    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...

    LOSING THE LOTTERY by Bailey Cook Dailey

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    LOSING THE LOTTERYby Bailey Cook Dailey I dealt to the hook-handed man first. Single deck Blackjack. He was the only player at the table. He was on a hot...

    LUCKY PEOPLE by Christine Terp Madsen

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    LUCKY PEOPLEby Christine Terp Madsen On the eighteenth anniversary of the end of World War II in Europe, Bubbe Jozef and Zayde Sofia gave up.We are tired, they wrote,...

    MINOR KEYS by Eric Stevens

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    MINOR KEYSby Eric Stevens How DARE she yell at me like that! That bitch! Sophie walked down the sidewalk next to her apartment, earbuds placed firmly and playing nothing. She...

    THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE by Jeremy Townley

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    THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICEby Jeremy Townley Look at all them ingrates.  I mean, just look at ’em.  Stuffing their fat-pig faces with prime rib and red wine like...

    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...

    THE GREMLIN IN THE BALCONY by Jonathan Baker

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    THE GREMLIN IN THE BALCONYby Jonathan Baker Today ought to be like any other Wednesday for Jackson Tolliver. He will leave his office at five-thirty on the dot and...

    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...