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Fiction - Year II - Number 8 - July 2017

    THREE BLACK BIRDS By Jose L Recio

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    THREE BLACK BIRDS By Jose L. Recio At dawn, Ana, Carolina, and I set to hike on steep trails from the foot of the Pico de las Espadas onward to the top of that Aragon Mountain.   ...

    LITTLE BITS FOR DINNER By Anna Villegas

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    LITTLE BITS FOR DINNERBy Anna Villegas My big brother’s romantic history includes a series of reasonably tolerable partners (except Marianne: anyone sporting blood red fingernails on purpose is disqualified...

    ADVICE FROM MR. WHISKERS By Wayne Hall

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    ADVICE FROM MR. WHISKERS By Wayne Hall Nonchalantly Melvin Langley pressed the green button on the over-sized remote causing the television to come to life drowning out the silence that loomed throughout the small apartment like...

    MARILYN MONROE. FAT GIRLS. DEATH. FREEDOM By Michael Mohr

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    MARILYN MONROE. FAT GIRLS. DEATH. FREEDOM. By Michael Mohr  It was the summer of 2009. I'd been hitchhiking for about three months. I'd met Matt in...

    CHRONICLES OF THE GODS By Victor Bade

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    CHRONICLES OF THE GODS (An excerpt from the novel) By Victor Bade Chapter 1 (This part of my journal has a very distinct feature about it that makes it quite unlike the previous ones. I know that...

    ROOT By Jeffrey Ihlenfeldt

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    ROOTBy Jeffrey Ihlenfeldt The elm had to go.  It had been diagnosed and determined—Dutch elm disease.  The broad branch with the rope swing was already yielding yellowing and twisted...

    ACTION HERO’S EULOGY By Ben Inks

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    ACTION HERO’S EULOGY By Benjamin Inks Her Nike trainers splash by, crossing our path for the second time this misty, black morning, and she looks me in the eye (if only for the briefest of curious...

    THE STORY OF HENRY: CHAPTER & VERSE By Elizabeth Gauffreau

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    THE STORY OF HENRY:CHAPTER AND VERSEBy Elizabeth Gauffreau When Francis strolled into Carney’s Restaurant for his morning coffee, a newcomer sat at the counter having coffee and doughnuts and...

    ALMOST ANYTHING GOES By Tony DAloisio

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    ALMOST ANYTHING GOES By Tony D'Aloisio A bunch of guys in striped shirts were trotting out onto the playing field, holding large metal plates piled high with whipped cream.  They carried them across a shallow pit...

    THE MOON GARDEN By Jan Marin Tramontano

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    THE MOON GARDENBy Jan Marin Tramontano Jillian stood in the kitchen.  She put her coffee cup in the sink and leaned against the counter. “I’m sorry, Blake, but it’s...