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Fiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    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 to him he would bite.  I...

    GORSE by Ben Rosenthal

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    GORSEby Ben Rosenthal They picked up Wild Gorse at McCarren International and there he was, dragging a reptile skin embossed travel case. He wore a mackerel-colored seersucker meant to offset this spanking orange tan (he...

    GORSE by Ben Rosenthal

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    GORSEby Ben Rosenthal They picked up Wild Gorse at McCarren International and there he was, dragging a reptile skin embossed travel case. He wore a mackerel-colored seersucker meant to offset this spanking orange tan (he...

    A WINTER COAT by Sevasti Iyama

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    A WINTER COATby Sevasti Iyama On a nightstand, there were red roses in a glass vase. Against the hospital’s stark fluorescent lighting, the roses made Calliope’s eyes hurt. That night, after she landed at JFK...

    SCHADENFREUDE by Jack Coey

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    SCHADENFREUDEBy Jack Coey The sun was going down when Jessica appeared at Father Brendan’s office door, and after being motioned in, in a hissing whisper, told him what happened. Father Brendan recoiled from hearing it;...

    A BAD MAN GOING THROUGH A SAD THING by Alan Kulatti

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    A BAD MAN GOING THROUGH A SAD THINGby Alan Kulatti Her eyes were not blue. They weren’t green. Must’ve been brown. She had brown eyes and she called me papi.I’ll allow it.The turn wasn’t but...

    THE ART COTTAGE by Sasha Chinnaya

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    THE ART COTTAGEby Sasha Chinnaya I walk through the streets of my city and see a thousand different worlds of art living and breathing. The traffic is a great blur of color that looks not...

    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. Learned, to a degree. Admired by...

    MEETING MINUTES by Brooke Reynolds

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    MEETING MINUTESby Brooke Reynolds   Jessica Derby slipped into room A19 just in time. It was her first PTA committee meeting. She had no idea what to expect having just moved here from Pennsylvania. She promised...

    CHIME PHOBIA by Helen Grochmal

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    CHIME PHOBIAby Helen Grochmal Clary and Myra were friends, let there be no questioning of that. Well, they were sort of friends. When one needed fresh garlic, the other would provide it if available. They...