Fiction - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

    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...

    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...

    FLAMENCO by Bruce Kamei

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    Flamenco             The last two days were extremely long for Immigration and Naturalization Service Special Agent Takeshi Tsukemoto, for the INS served a warrant for illegals at a sweatshop.  Eighty-five aliens were taken into custody,...

    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 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...

    LUCKY PENNY by Page Powers

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    Lucky Penny By Page Powers My Pawpaw's steamer trunk sat on the porch covered with stickers that mapped his travels of the world. Next to it, rocking back and forth in the chair he made for...

    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...

    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...

    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....

    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...