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Fiction - Year III - Number 18 - November 2018

    HIS HOME by Effy Rose

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    HIS HOMEBy Effy Rose It’s the house I grew up in, but everything’s different. Forty years ago, I left it to care for itself, and I suppose it has. It’s still standing. Under a blanket...

    HE HAD A LOT OF STUFF by Thomas Tomlinson

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    HE HAD A LOT OF STUFFby Thomas Tomlinson Greg was not a neighbor you would want to have. He would always play loud music. The neighbors were always asking him to shut it off. He...

    THE GATS CLUB by Kedrick Nettleton

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    THE GATS CLUBBy Kedrick Nettleton The sun was in that awkward, end-of-summer stage, where it refused to completely set at the end of the day and hung just slightly above the horizon, getting in people’s...

    THE GIFT by Libby Belle

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    THE GIFTby Libby Belle The nausea was bad enough to send her jumping out the window, only her house was a one-story and crashing to her death just wasn’t possible with a mere three-foot fall. Although,...

    LINGER by Jessica Olivos

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    LINGERBy Jessica Olivos LingerUntil one day I heard it. I heard the song. I heard the beautiful orchestra in the beginning then her voice bringing me to life. I felt relieved and hurt at the...

    DEALING WITH DAPHNE by Henry Simpson

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    DEALING WITH DAPHNEBy Henry Simpson Daphne had already worked her way into Vergie’s confidence, displaced Lily in her life. Now she was pushing her out of the house. Soon she would convince Vergie to have...

    TWENTY-SEVEN VELVET BOXES by Zia Marshall

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    TWENTY-SEVEN VELVET BOXESBy Zia Marshall    Shoma scooped up her hair into a ponytail as she ran down the stairs to get breakfast ready for Farhaan. Soft sunlight filtered in through the large picture window that...

    HOMECOMING by Emelyn Grace Jaros

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    HOMECOMINGBy Emelyn Grace Jaros The radio was less staticy that I remembered. Jason Aldean’s twang had only to compete with the whir of the AC and the rumble of tires against broken-up asphalt. One vent...

    UNDER THE FLOORS OF CHURCHES by Libby Copa

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    UNDER THE FLOORS OF CHURCHESBy Libby Copa She had not wanted him to come with her to the wedding in the first place. That morning as Maren lay naked from the waist up and in...

    MISS NOMER by Ross Dreiblatt

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    MISS NOMERBy Ross Dreiblatt “A true Queen of the Valley always carries herself with the utmost grace, style and speaks clearly with the occasional well placed vulgarity.”This phrase, the one so royally pronounced weekly to...