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Fiction - Year VI - Number 46 - March 2021

    THE PIZZA PLACE by Anthony Tanner

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                I enjoy walking home from work. The night air is filled with sounds of late-night lovers and alleyway cats fighting over the days trash. A sense of ease as life continues as usual.            ...

    THE LAST GOOD BAD GUY by Patti Cavaliere

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    It’s ten o’clock on Sunday morning when the thunder of a Harley stops in my driveway.  Two slices of raisin bread toast and a mug of Columbian are before me on the table and...

    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...

    437 WILTON STREET by Zach Murphy

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    437 Wilton Street (A Brick Story) Charlie’s wistful heart tingles as he pulls up to 437 Wilton Street, the apartment building from his childhood. Everything is gone but the skeleton of a structure and the...

    PELIOS HAS DEPARTED by Reed Kuehn

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    Pelios Has Departed DSM-5 Criteria for PTSD Criterion A (one required): The person was exposed to: death, threatened death, actual or threatened serious injury, or actual or threatened sexual violence Criterion B (one required): The traumatic event...

    ONE OF THOSE LIFE-ALTERING DECISIONS by George Gad Economou

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    One of Those Life-Altering Decisions Alan climbed on the bus at 7.32am, just like he’d done every morning for the past ten years. Staring dead ahead into the grand void of his thoughts, he went and...

    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...

    TO BALANCE THE TALLY by Vipul Lunia

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    To Balance the Tally Summer Winds from the west were teasing the tamarinds in the Grove. Farm Lands were nude like a new born. The hot air made it unbearable for any soul to be...

    CRUSH by Charlotte Gorrell

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    Crush Sweat beaded down her forehead, fire seemed to dance down her shoulders and back. Her thighs stuck like Velcro to the seat and her ribs began to bruise right then. How long had she been...

    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...