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Fiction - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

    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...

    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...

    MEEK by Robert Parker

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    Norman doesn’t like sharing. He is begrudgingly sharing this with you now, albeit in the past, anonymously and once removed. If you want to stop reading he wouldn’t care, he’s not too bothered about...

    THE PLAY’S THE THING by Thomas Belton

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    The Play’s the Thing By Thomas Belton In the first act, you get the hero up a tree, in the second you throw rocks at him, and in the third act you get the poor son-of-a-bitch back...

    ME AND THE FISH ATTACHED TO MY SKIN by Audrey Renner

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    Me and the Fish Attached to My Skin Audrey Renner             I live afloat in the ocean with fish attached to my skin. As long as I have been here, I’ve had two fish attached my...

    THE BUTTON MAKES THREE by Dex Campbell

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    The Button Makes Three By Dex Campbell Will and Dawn stared at the red button installed on top of the white pedestal. “One of us has to press it,” Will said, although he makes no move to...

    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...

    THE MAN by Alyssa Taylor

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                                                                The Man "If only there was someone to boost me up," The man mumbled. I could barely make out his words, so I was sure he was talking to himself. He was the first to...

    PAINT, WILL, CRY by Leryl Joseph

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    PAINT, WILL, CRY by Leryl Joseph Leonard was always the expressive one, not Will. Leonard was an artist, so expression was his thing. Everyone kept telling Will that it was strange he hadn’t cried yet, but...