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Fiction - Year II - Number 8 - July 2017

    MEDIUM-RARE By Melissa Moore

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    MEDIUM-RARE By Melissa Moore “Something’s wrong with the meat.” Eddie sat on the metal kitchen counter, poking at the spot where he took a bite from his hamburger. There was something off about its taste. The...

    THE CLIFF By Kevin Wiggins

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    THE CLIFFBy Kevin Wiggins The sky, devoid of clouds, allowed the sun to blister the land all day; until the night and the stars and a full moon prevailed.For...

    THINE ENEMY By Caleb Dudley

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    THINE ENEMY By Caleb Dudley        Men talked nonchalantly around Frederick.  Simmons was currently displaying a photograph of his girlfriend back in Suffolk to an uninterested Beasley.  Richards was unleashing a torrent of curses, having clumsily...

    CLUB DE RÉSURRECTION By Jim Meirose

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    CLUB DE RÉSURRECTIONBy Jim Meirose Many too many too many too years. We both wonder, you know, how they’re going to do it. This is why we decided to...

    MÈI MEI / YOUNGER SISTER By Colin Wolcott

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    mèi mei n. Chin. YOUNGER SISTER By Colin Wolcott I'm at Lucky’s Lounge tonight. My sister asked me to come. Actually, I'm still in the parking lot. And I've been in the parking lot, sitting in...

    LOLA By Dana C Verdino

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    LOLABy Dana C Verdino The young man with the tie exited the back of the café and into a sunlit alleyway that had a good temperature, despite the rancid...

    HIM By Rebekah Coxwell

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    HIM By Rebekah Coxwell She had been sure it was him. That bald head. The confident way he planted his feet about a foot apart. He knew there was no one that could throw him off...

    BOOTS By Thomas Vollman

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    BOOTSBy Tommy Vollman A few months prior to what should have been the end of my final year of undergrad, my then-girlfriend told me she was going to study...

    CONNOISSEUR By Tabatha Jenkins

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    CONNOISSEUR By Tabatha Jenkins I collect people like books. I gather love from each one as if they were a meadow. I once knew a woman who would rise at dawn to wander through her neighbor’s field, picking...

    THE PLANE RIDE By Kay Merkel Boruff

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    THE PLANE RIDEBy Kay Merkel Boruff There is a place where time stands still. Raindrops hang motionless in air. Pendulums ofclocks float mid-swing. Dogs raise their muzzles in silent...