Fiction - Year II - Number 8 - July 2017

    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 join the Club de Résurrection. It’s...

    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 sick. If I were you, I’d...

    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...

    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.   ...

    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...

    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 howls. The aromas of dates, mangoes,coriander,...

    SIGHTSEEING By Read Trammel

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    SIGHTSEEINGBy Read Trammel The moment she saw the inflatable pink rabbit drunkenly folded over in decreasing tumescence, Samantha longed to kick it. More, she wanted to beat it, to feel that smack slap of hands...

    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 abroad in London.It was the middle...

    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 leaves, and they had begun to...