Fiction - Year III - Number 11 - January 2018

    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...

    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...

    A WEEKEND IN DECEIT by Brett Kaplan

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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...

    DISSIDENTS by Michael Malloy

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    DISSIDENTSby Mike Malloy Calvin Conkling and Suzie Hatchet were strolling the warm paving stones of Almaty’s “Arbat,” the popular nickname for Zhibek Zholy, the pedestrianized central boulevard in Kazakhstan’s...

    CHILDREN AT PLAY by Dana Hart

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    CHILDREN AT PLAYby Dana Hart Every second Tuesday of the month is Career Day for Mrs. Ainsley’s Saving Grace Kiddos sixth graders, an amusing change of pace from singing psalms to...

    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...

    COACHING MOM by Amada Matei

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    COACHING MOMby Amada Matei I watch as my son scampers onto the playground, stops at the swing set, and touches his forehead to its wooden beam. I bite my...

    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,...

    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....

    IT WILL BE FOREVER by Jeff Richards

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    IT WILL BE FOREVERby Jeff Richards Richard Sager lost his virginity in the spring of 1967 before our road trip across country to break in the red Mustang convertible...