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Fiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    WET FEET, DRY FEET by Taylor Lovullo

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    WET FEET, DRY FEETby Taylor Lovullo HAVANA, 1994It was exactly 2:30am, and Joaquin left his small house located in Vedado, a small neighborhood outside of the city. He shut...

    AND THEN WHAT COULD YOU DO? By Maureen McCafferty

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    AND THEN WHAT COULD YOU DO?by Maureen McCafferty The doctor stood behind her desk, offering a steady hand and smile, as if Maeve had come to open a checking...

    THE CELLAR by Laura Solomon

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    THE CELLARBy Laura Solomon When we found Sam he weighed only 14 kilos and was nonverbal.  It was very difficult to communicate with him.  If you got too close...

    DR. PERKINS by Heide Arbitter

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    DR. PERKINSby Heide Arbitter    Dr. Perkins signed up immediately.  It was in the desert, after all, his favorite vacation spot.  Not many other dermatologists approved of these desert landscapes,...

    DAMAGE COLLATERAL by Susannah Luthi

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    DAMAGE COLLATERALby Susannah Louise part i We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide...

    A KIND GESTURE by Anthony Saunders

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    A KIND GESTUREby Anthony Saunders  It was a dark night, like the others he’d experienced before it. He was always walking but never knew why, he had a great...

    FORREST HILLS by John Tavares

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    FOREST HILLSJohn Tavares After Ollie served nearly a full sentence, officials decided to release him from the juvenile detention facility early. They shortened his detention term after he helped...

    SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENT by Daniel White

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    SOMEDAY I’LL BE PRESIDENTby D.S. White What to do? What to do? That was the question.Today we would graduate together, Michael, Charles, Tony and I. All gentlemen. Scholars, maybe....

    HAVE YOU READ BROTHERS KARAMAZOV by Richard Dokey

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    HAVE YOU READ THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV?By Richard Dokey  Thunder boomed behind the blackened sky. Arthur Hollenbeck ducked into the tiny pastry shop. He shook his overcoat. A few drops...

    BEFORE THE DINER by Tim Urban

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    BEFORE THE DINERby Timothy Urban  Driving down the interstate with his Uncle Tucker behind the wheel, Mathew stewed over how he was going to get back at that bully...