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Fiction - Year V - Number 42 - November 2020

    PANOPTICON by Cat Sole

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                It was quiet under the water.             The tepid bathwater made Mina feel weightless. Her hands bobbed next to her, not touching her skin, not feeling the shape...

    THE SITE by Katie Kopacz

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    The Site The Metro North train lurched from side to side as it accelerated, wheels squealing, out of Grand Central station and into the dark tunnel. She, Essie, was...

    GONE WITH A TRACE by Ashley Jones

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    Gone with a Trace by Ashley Jones    “Ahh!”, I said. A piercing scream escapes my mouth.    My fate is sealed just...

    AGAINST ALL ODDS by Michael Emeka

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    Against All Odds By Michael Emeka The first time I saw Chetachi after she moved into our house, she was in the backyard, brushing her teeth....

    HER PINK ROSE TEACUP by Lisa Reily

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    Her Pink Rose Teacup Steve was just another in a long line of men. But he was kinder somehow. So Gemma married him. She felt nothing on their wedding...

    PULPIT ROCK: A REVERIE IN THREE ACTS by Roger McKnight

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    Pulpit Rock: A Reverie in Three Acts Roger McKnight                I Hank Standish saved his and Hanna’s serving cup after City bus 12...

    SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET by Brandy McKay

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    Skeletons in the Closet Sometimes families have secrets.  And sometimes curiosity gets the better of folks.  I was maybe eight or nine. One thing for sure, the age of...

    THE TWO-TAILED MONSTER CAT by Abhirup Dutta

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    The Two-Tailed Monster Cat The hauntings began three days after Ishani moved from India to Kyoto. She moved through narrow straight roads, with traditional Machiya-style houses, adorned with...

    THE DEATHWATCH by Magdalena Blazevic

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    The Deathwatch Wood termites gnaw away at the womb of the furniture. Underneath the smooth surface lies a labyrinth of endlessly long narrow tunnels. Black columns within. They...

    BARISTA BOB by Lana Ayers

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    Barista Bob had gotten so used to people of Cape Misty calling him Barista Bob, he sometimes forgot he had any other names. So, when Detective Peters asked him...