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Fiction - Year III - Number 15 - August 2018

    BLUE WATER by Andrew Mitin

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    BLUE WATERby Andrew Mitin    The Home Twilight moon through now-falling snow.  The quiet flakes embrace over asphalt fissures of street bed.  The world has changed since last the sun.  Benevolent spirits have been decorating and...

    BECAUSE IT FELT GOOD by Nikki Munoz

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    BECAUSE IT FELT GOODby Nikki Munoz Have you ever felt halved? You think that you find someone that you can share your life with. And you think that that entails being the person’s other half,...

    BLUE FEATHERS by Evan Massey

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    BLUE FEATHERSby Evan  Massey Sharon wanted to go out west to try her hand at movies. She told me she was done with school.“It’s not for me,” she said.She said, that she had wasted two...

    AQUARIUS by Robert Perron

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    AQUARIUSby Robert Perron  Rita appears in Stan's doorway forearms extended, middle fingers raised. A faded AC/DC T-shirt—red thunderbolt on black background—hangs past her knees. She's short, thinks Stan, but who isn’t these days? The last...

    KAZANTZAKIS AT HOME by Larry Smith

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    KAZANTZAKIS AT HOMEby Larry Smith     He was so old that some of the kids said he took the very first shit that ever made the olives grow. Many of the people on the block believed...

    BAD DAYS COME IN DOZENS by Gabriel Sage

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    BAD DAYS COME IN DOZENSby Gabriel Sage  I’ve always gotten lost or mistaken directions. It’s been happening as long as I can remember. My internal compass completely broken – a sundial at night. I was...

    GRACELAND by Shawn Van Horn

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    GRACELANDby Shawn Van Horn  Sometimes, on the worst days, I walk the paved trails that snake through Graceland Cemetery. No king rests there, just thousands of us everyday paupers. Graceland calms me when I need...

    MY FRIEND SINDSMAN by Alexandra Lapointe

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    MY FRIEND SINDSMANby Alexandra Lapointe Neither the day before nor the day after were of much significance. It was only the day I met Sindsman that I can vividly recall. I was sitting on my...

    A MEETING WITH THE PIG by Carolyn Soyars

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    A MEETING WITH THE PIGby Carolyn Soyars Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend...

    THE FOX AND ITS CATCHER by J.R. Night

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    THE FOX AND ITS CATCHERby J.R. Night Oh, he would get him today. Months had passed, and he had maintained this charade long enough. All students were required to eat their lunch in the cafeteria....