SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENT by Daniel White

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SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENTby D.S. White What to do? What to do? That was the question.Today we would graduate together, Michael, Charles, Tony and I. All gentlemen. Scholars, maybe. Learned, to a degree. Admired by...

ASTRAL FEARS by Dylan Ward

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ASTRAL FEARSby Dylan Ward On an icy Christmas morning Hunter is frozen in front of the Orion SpaceProbe. It gleams black in the winter light, like a mystical entity electrifying the speechless boy. When he...

A NEW JOURNEY by Maria Fernanda Sifre

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Life and death. This man had the burden of experiencing them both. Humans always wonder what comes after death. Some say that the righteous would go to heaven and the evil would perish in...

THE MAN IN CUBICLE 2200 by Heide Arbitter

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THE MAN IN CUBICLE 2200By Heide Arbitter As a boy, he lived in a largely unfurnished thirty room mansion. His pious parents did not let him play with toys, nor make friends with children from...

NOT QUITE SO BLIND by Thomas Heine

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NOT QUITE SO BLINDBy Thomas Heine I have never experienced the sensation of sight, but I know a lot about it.  I have an understanding of words such as bright, shades, black and white and...

A GROCER’S LIST by Charlie Turner

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A GROCER’S LISTby Charlie Turner Three dozen eggs. Ollie stands in the middle of the mess with a cigarette behind his ear. Our father, the deli manager, is across the store flirting with some young...

COMFORTING LIES by Jeff Dosser

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Darkness fell outside DeMichael’s window, his curtains rippling with the final exhalations of a humid summer day. With a sigh, he jammed his copy of NBA 2K12 into his Xbox wishing, his mother could...

THE SLEEPING PERSON EXHIBIT by Alexis David

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THE SLEEPING PERSON EXHIBITby Alexis David   It was raining when we went to the sleeping person exhibit and when we came out both our wool sweaters became damp and maybe between our legs too. I...

THE LIST, A short story by Ross Goldstein

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THE LISTBy Ross Goldstein The Palace was anything but; a sputtering neon sign dangled over the half-hinged front door, suspended by the remains of a frayed power cord. The ACE of Palace had died a...

ONE, TWO, THREE, BANANA by Robert Kirkley

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ONE, TWO, THREE, BANANAby Bob Kirkley On the first Saturday of May, Barry's mother signed him up for soccer camp, the two-year-old class.  She sighed.  Now came the tricky part."Every Saturday morning at 10:30 in...