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Fiction - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

    NINA HEARTS RASHAAD FOREVER by Julian Grant

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    I, Nina M. Johnson do take Rashaad J. Collins to be my husband forever and ever – Bye, love yours only Nina M. Collins I flipped over the page I’d picked up to see the scrawled note that Ms....

    DEAD TO ME by Tailyn Augustine

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    Dead to Meby Tailyn Augustine The sun was out, but it didn't provide any warmth; the chill of autumn crept into my body. The sounds of wildlife or at least the rustling of leaves from...

    WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES by Nicole Carpio

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    When the Clock Strikes By Nicole Carpio             The small analog clock’s ticking fills the space. The man is wearing a fancy black vest while the woman is wearing a fancy bright red dress. Both of...

    ZEN AND THE ART OF APOLOGIES by Alexandra Carmichael

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    Zen and the Art of Apologies Alexandra Carmichael The Lululemon girl prances to the front of the studio and unfurls her yoga mat. She places it on the floor in the middle of four rectangles, as...

    ESCORTED TO DEATH by Christine Hand

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    ‘Hurry up Gertie, we’ve got heaps to do; your dilly-dallying is not going to get us through the day, is it?’ Bianca, better known as Binky was already buckling herself up in the driver’s seat...

    TEMPTATION by Ashley Jones

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    Temptation      Warm drops of rain caress Melanie’s rosy cheeks. Rays of gold peek through clouds. The terrace opened out into a sea of greenery. Jim stares as Melanie exhales and relaxes into her seat....

    ME AND TIME by Callan Preece

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    And then we crossed a country. We crossed together—in the Corolla with him driving because I never learnt to drive and with our stuff lodged in the backseat in such a way that furniture...

    THE LOCKER by Wayne Dickerson

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    The Locker By Wayne Dickerson             “I can't exactly get a grab of what today’s club activity is Micheal, ” said Simon. Everyday Micheal would put a letter in Simon’s locker. That letter would describe where...

    THAT NIGHT by Jaimie Eaker

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    The bass shakes the walls of the frat house. Warm bodies press together in the small living room. Bouncing and grinding to the beat of NEFFEX's newest song. The sharp burn of vodka and...

    STALKER by Chris Viner

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    StalkerAs the golden autumn leaves tumbled along the cobbled ground near the stone walls, whichmeandered up the hill towards the rose pink café on the corner, Warren noticed how Montmartreappeared less busy than it...