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NonFiction - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

    A PISS ON THE CHEEK By Walker Thomas

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    A PISS ON THE CHEEKBy Walker Thomas   My escape took me as far as Tucson, where I ditched the car and volunteered for the draft. I bussed to El Paso for basic training...

    GOING HUNTING By Cynthia Close

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    GOING HUNTINGBy Cynthia Close We were driving from Boston to my parent’s home in New Jersey. Pete had the rifle in the back of the van. It was Thanksgiving...

    MEDIEVAL SURGERY AND ITS CONTRIBUTION TO THE THIRD MILLENNIUM By Dr. Raymond Fenech

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    MEDIEVAL SURGERY AND ITS CONTRIBUTION TO THE THIRD MILLENNIUMBy Dr. Raymond Fenech Who isn’t overawed by the progress that medicine has made in this third millennium? Yet few people...

    MYSTERIES OF ENGLISH CLASS: GANESH By Gregg Williard

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    MYSTERIES OF ENGLISH CLASS: GANESHBy Gregg Williard   Today’s ESL class is a YouTube video of “How Ganesh Got an Elephant Head.” There are dozens of versions of the story from the Ramayana, Mahabharata...

    KILLINGS AND ABDUCTION By Tamas Dobozy

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    KILLINGS AND ABDUCTIONBy Tamas Dobozy The summer of 1981 was the summer of murdered children.The bodies had been turning up for a year in the Lower Mainland of British...

    NACHES By Jeffrey Loeb

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    NACHESBy Jeffrey Loeb   West of the city the river road beckoned, all soft oak-leaves and ripening corn. It struck me as a place for reflection, so on impulse I cut north off the...

    THE CHIPPED-TOOTHED HEART By LaDonna Friesen

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    THE CHIPPED-TOOTHED HEARTBy LaDonna Friesen   I pushed a button, and the rear van door beeped like a pulse. It felt hot enough inside it to be a heart. I loaded a couple cloth...

    MEDIOCRE EXISTENTIALIST By Rebecca Kirschbaum

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    MEDIOCRE EXISTENCIALISTBy Rebecca Kirschbaum You slurred about how you loved yourself while you hung from a balcony, two stories in the air, staring at the frozen ground beneath you.It...

    I COULD ONLY HEAR HER SILENCE By Juanita Tovar Mutis

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    HOLD HER ONCE AGAINby Juanita Tovar  IIt’s Saturday. Sábado. In the AM. The sky is a solid shade of light blue, unclouded and pristine. Its pastel hues are reflected on Juanita’s red sunglasses...