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Fiction - Year V - Number 35 - April 2020

    SQUISHY STAR TUBE by Franco Amati

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    SQUISHY STAR TUBEby Franco Amati The thing I remember most about that day was the squishy star tube. The way it moved all slippery in my hand and how...

    ZOETIC DEMISE by Savonte Hicks

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    ZOETIC DEMISEby Savonte Hicks As I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was me, clear as day in a mahogany casket laid out in a black tuxedo,...

    THE MAKEOVER by Adelaide Shaw

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    THE MAKEOVER    By Adelaide Shaw                                                                     Maggie’s worries were not about the hot, dry Santa Ana winds that blew into Los Angeles raising temperatures and tempers and creating a high fire...

    WHO AM I by Britney Saint Joy

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    WHO AM Iby Britney Saint Joy The hot sun hit the face of a woman who stood very confused examining her surroundings. A shopping district aligned with numerous shops...

    DEATH AND BASEBALL by Red Rollins*

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    DEATH AND BASEBALLBy Red Rollins He parked at the subway station and took the train to Union. The southbound train was filled with blue jerseys—couples, gangs of women, gangly men...

    CONFESSIONAL by Richard Rose

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    CONFESSIONALby Richard Rose The request for a visit from a priest had taken Lucy by surprise. She knew that as a child her mother, encouraged by her parents who...

    HER LOVING ARMS by Marta Pelrine-Bacon

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    HER LOVING ARMSby Marta Pelrine-Bacon     Ella Cairnsworth didn’t mean to kill her boyfriend today. She loved him most of the time, and when she’d imagined murdering him, she’d planned...

    THE NIGHT I MET LOVE by Jannai Calderon

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    THE NIGHT I MET LOVEBy: Jannai Calderon “Hey Babe, you ready? OH NO NO NO NO, come on’ you’ll have to come. you’ll have so much fun! Hun. And...

    TANGO by Henri Colt

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    TANGOby Henri Colt "I don’t dance the tango,” Kyra says, “but I took lessons before coming.” She bites into a bright green apple with an audible crunch. Its tangy...

    WAITING FOR LULU AT WUTHERING HEIGHTS by Andrew Martin

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    WAITING FOR LULU AT WUTHERING HEIGHTSby Andrew Martin  "If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were...