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SCRY – A short story by Jason D. Grunn

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SCRY  By Jason D. Grunn             I’m getting sick of waiting. I’ll have a trapping expert within the next hour? They shouldhave extended that estimate by two, or even three....

TWIN ESCALADE – A short story by John Tavares

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TWIN ESCALADEBy John Tavares Gasping, David called from the telephone in the hospital emergency department. After three attempts, he remembered his niece’s cell phone number. Coughing, he called Sofia...

THE RANSOM – A short story by Daniel Davis

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THE RANSOMBy Daniel Davis          They arrived fifteen minutes ahead of schedule.  Mark started to invite them in, but the lead man, roughly the size of a small shed,...

THE NEW BEGINNING

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The second year of the Adelaide Literary Magazine started with the bang. It almost feelslike the new beginning. Past November we were included into Literary Magazines Listingin the “Tools for Writers” Section...

GARY BECK, the author of the Fault Lines

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GARY BECKthe author of the Fault Lines Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director, and as an art dealer when he couldn’t make a living...

JACOB M. APPEL, the author of the Coulrophobia & Fata Morgana

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JACOB M. APPELthe author of the Coulrophobia &Fata Morgana Jacob M. Appel is the author of the novels, The Man Who Wouldn’t Stand Up, which won the 2012 Dundee International Book Award, and The...

MY SUMMER AS A RENT-A-COP By Joe Albanese

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MY SUMMER AS A RENT-A-COPBy Joe Albanese Amusement parks are only amusing to its employees in an ironic sense. My summer working there a s security guard in the summer of 2016 could...

WHAT DID YOU EXPECT By Chella Courington

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WHAT DID YOU EXPECTBy Chella Courington The nurse tells me not to move for thirty minutes and slides me into the opening. I lie on a narrow padded bed...

IN THE INKY WHORL OF NIGHT By Chella Courington

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IN THE INKY WHORL OF NIGHTBy Chella Courington Lying in darkness next to my snoring husband, I begin to feel my breasts—a practice I usually reserve for daylight. But...

I AM A HILLWALKER By David McVey

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I AM A HILLWALKERBy David McVey  I climbed my first Munro in 1976 but I didn’t know, then, that it was a Munro.Every year, in September, there used to be a mass sponsored walk from...