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Fiction - Year I - Number 1 - December 2015

    I’LL FIND MY OWN WAY OUT By Scott Kauffman

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    I'LL FIND MY OWN WAY OUTBy Scott Kauffman “Those two just threw themselves into everything, and we told each other that’s the pluck one must dig down deep to discover if you’re to play out...

    THE MAN IN THE IRONED SUIT By Josh Truxton

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    THE MAN IN THE IRONED SUITBy Joshua Truxton The young man in dark blue stepped gingerly around the soft piles left by stray dogs and approached the two shabbily dressed men who stood twenty-feet away,...

    WHITE IS THE COLDEST COLOUR By John Nicholl

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    WHITE IS THE COLDEST COLOUR                                                                          Chapter 3 Cynthia Galbraith rose at 5:30 a.m. on Friday 10, January, as she invariably did on days when her husband was working. She showered, dressed in an immaculate white...

    MOIRAE By Mehreen Ahmed

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    MOIRAE Following the stream of consciousness technique and embedded in dream allegory, Moirae depicts human predicament exploring notions of fate and religion. Taken from a fantasy land on a planet with two moons, called the...

    AS DUAS CIDADES By João Franco

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    AS DUAS-CIDADESBy João Franco Não havia outra solução. Vali, a grande sacerdotisa do povo castoriano, voltou a consultar os dados que o gigantesco computador biónico projectava no ar diante dela e confirmou todos os seus...

    THE MAGIC HOUR By Kathryn Esplin-Oleski

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    THE MAGIC HOURBy Kathryn Esplin When I was growing up, dinner-table conversation often revolved around scientific discourse, the recitation of poetry composed during dinner, and the recollection of past travel and of lands not yet...

    COOKIES By Mike Walton

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    COOKIES Meredith Wilson loved to bake.  She started to bake at the tender age of six, and burned her first fingers taking out the muffin from her Easy Bake oven she received at Christmas a...

    DELUGE By R. Leib

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    DELUGEBy R. Leib You might as well call me Noman.  That isn't my name, but the reference will do for the purpose of our exchange.  I never had a girlfriend or a wife.  That's just...

    FIVE WEEKS TO JAMAICA By Doug Oudin

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    FIVE WEEKS TO JAMAICABy Doug Oudin Chapter I Kurt watched appreciatively as his girlfriend Madison walked across the patio bricks, involuntarily twitching his eyebrows at the motion of her hips under the short restaurant skirt. Madison...

    AIPLANE DOWN By Jody Rawley

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    AIRPLANE DOWNBy Jody Rawley(Part One)Going South In A HurryTwenty minutes before the homeroom bell on a cold dry October morning, eleventh grader, Patricio Feliciano, sprinted the hundred yards from Chaparral High School’s flying model...