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Fiction - Year VI - Number 46 - March 2021

    THE BIOLOGY OF COURAGE by Mark Blickley

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    Photograph by Katya Shubova “The Biology of Courage” by Mark Blickley My name is Jull Soares and I am a bastard. This is not a particular opinion that I, or anyone else that I'm aware of, has placed...

    HUNGRY by Liz Shine

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    Hungry It’s a typical boring Saturday. Susie woke two hours ago, but is still lying in bed, thinking. She stares at the top-bunk ceiling, breathing the air of her shared bedroom. One of those leftover-hot...

    EDENVILLE DAM by Richard Ault

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    Edenville Dam Hazel Thomas got the first alert on her pager just after midnight on a rainy Tuesday night in mid-May. It was followed by a text on her phone as she hurried to pull...

    SECURITY by Elissa Field

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    Security When her son, Tavo, first came into her room – light on, 3 a.m., cat swiveling its head away from the noises in the yard below to the son at the door – he...

    WELCOME TO THE FUNHOUSE by Wendy Miller Norris

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                The blindfold is yanked from my eyes and I'm looking at Big Mike and Wild Bill, my soon to be fraternity brothers. Surrounded by darkness, not even the sparkle of stars glimmering in...

    JUNKYARD DOG by Henry Alan Paper

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    JUNKYARD DOG             I was fifteen and rabid, roaming the streets of Los Angeles like a wild dog, watching videogames on TV, old boxing matches on YouTube, Tik-Tok and Instagram on my phone, listening to...

    A SUBTERRANEAN PURGATORY by Mitchell Near

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    A Subterranean Purgatory by Mitchell Near When I was a boy, I took the bus to school. I had no other choice. Too far to walk; too far to bicycle. Both my parents worked long hours, Dad...

    LOST by Michael Emeka

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    Lost By Michael Emeka Night had fallen by the time I returned from hawking banana for Mummy. I stood the large steel tray against the wall and handed her the cash I’d made. Looking stern, she...

    THE FIG TREE by Peter Roxburgh

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    Izabela’s earliest memory is of picking fruit from the fig tree that bordered the stream which ran along the bottom of her garden. She was probably four or five years old; it was before...

    CAKE RUSH by Courtnei Hill

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    Cake Rush By Courtnei Hill If being in a baking competition didn’t bring a pit in Sarah’s stomach, it was her fallen cake. Her heartbeat ringing in her ears, deafened the sound of ovens and mixing...