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Fiction - Year II - Number 7 - Volume II - June 2017

    EN ROUTE TO GRAUMAN’S – By Sarah Archer Moulton

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    GUZZLEDBy Jonathan B. Ferrini Imagine finding a diamond embedded in the ground. You pull it from the earth and although the diamond glistens, you’re repulsed by the insects scurrying around under it. Like the insects,...

    RELAPSE – By Danielle Garner

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    RELAPSEBy Danielle Garner “What do we call a god who creates suffering?” asks Professor Tamir. He pauses, creating an uncomfortable silence inside of the classroom—his head roams from student to student—an unsuccessful tactic he often...

    THROUGH MY BROTHER’S EYES – By Mike Tupa

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    THROUGH MY BROTHER’S EYESBy Michael Jerry Tupa "C'mon, man.""Ferget it, dude. Like, I ain't in the mood for trompin' around Mt. Piedi tonight and eatin' cold grits. I got me a ding-dong date tonight with...

    HOUSEPLANT FUNERALS – By Robert Keast

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    HOUSEPLANT FUNERALSBy Robert Keast “Would bagpipes be possible?” Mrs. Stewart asked.“Of course.”“You could arrange that?”“Certainly,” I said.And I can. Honoring such requests is what I am called to do.“Could it be someone who knows ‘Amazing...

    AURORA – By Robert Gamer

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    AURORABy Robert Gamer How I found myself driving a casket truck for a living remains quite a chronicle.- Now don’t get me wrong! I have nothing against truck drivers in general. Nothing whatsoever! The simple...

    THE MONEY CHANGERS – By James Santore

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    THE MONEY CHANGERSBy James Santore 1It was morning time in South Lymon, Ohio and there were fourteen men standing in front of a house. The grass on the front lawn was long and patchy and...

    BOOK OF JOE – By Chris Wright

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    THE BOOK OF JOEBy Chris Wright I think it would be wise to write a short preface to the following little piece I wrote approximately ten years ago. This literary experiment, basically a satire, is...

    BABY AND JOE – By Vince Barry

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    BABY AND JOEBy Vince Barry Sherwood Anderson—I’m always reading something or other by ’m. I don’t know why. Maybe ’cause he raised his bed, an’ I do, too. Only he did it to look at...

    UNRAVELING – By Niikah Hatfield

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    UNRAVELINGBy Niikah Hatfield Down the street, rubber soles slapping against the pavement and squelching in the little places where there is water. One of the laces has come untied, and it drags along behind each...

    THE STORY-GATHERER’S CAIQUE VOYAGE – By Alexandros Plasatis

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    THE STORY-GATHERER’S CAIQUE VOYAGEBy Alexandros Plasatis  The Egyptian fisherman with the sliced-off arm finished telling his story to Angie and they looked out to the sea for a little while. She washed his beer glass,...