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Fiction - Year V - Number 35 - April 2020

    SPIRAL by Martin Toman

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    SPIRALby Martin Toman Rachel left the kitchen quietly, crossing the atrium to ascend the staircase, her foot fall soundless so as to not attract attention. The noises of the wake receded as she climbed, and...

    DOUBLE SHIFT by Zach Murphy

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    DOUBLE SHIFTby Zach Murphy Heavy eyelids don’t adhere to will after you’ve just worked a double shift. Zamir was having that problem on a particularly snowy night, so he pulled over to the side of a...

    FLAMENCO – FIVE BELOW by Meghan Dimmick

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    FLAMENCO, FIVE BELOWby Meghan Dimmick John and Beatrice are dating.  Eric and I are their friends. Beatrice and I met on the first day of grade school.  We were six.  We were all six, but somehow she seemed...

    LEAVES FROM THE FIELD by Michael Robinson

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    LEAVES FROM THE FIELDby Michael Robinson At Christian Appalachian Southern Baptist Institute (CASBI) there are two statues in the garden with the water-spring pond and a brick walkway leading to the main campus. One of...

    ERNIE by Clive Aaron Gill

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    ERNIEby Clive Aaron Gill I can’t decide if I should stay with Ernie. We’ve been together for fifteen years, and it will be hard to leave. But lately, I’ve been craving something… something different, you...

    LOST CAT by Bogi Beykov

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    LOST CATby Bogi Beykov “Good evening, this is DreamNet - your friendly neighborhood internet provider. My name is Lilly. How can I help?” “Thank God it’s you, sweetie?” “Missis Hartford, how are you today?” “Oh, you know, still...

    ACCOUNTABLE VICTIM by Donald Zagardo

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    ACCOUNTABLE VICTIMBy Donald Zagardo A black and green lamppost, tall with chipped paint, across from Bryant Park, in front of a classic brown and gold twelve storied building, the wind reeking of the park’s dead...

    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 those colorful plastic stars inside just...

    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, my drab hands clasped and my...

    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 danger. Her worries were of a...