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Fiction - Year III - Number 9 - Volume Two - September 2017

    PIECES OF GRAY by Dana Hunter

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    PIECES OF GRAYBy Dana Hunter     Scratch, Scratch, tug, tug. It was July and Katherine Gray was wearing a long sleeved shirt and a pair of cut - off jeans.  She pulled at the...

    THE BURNING TREE by Lucas Milliron

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    THE BURNING TREEBy Lucas Milliron “Why have you brought me here?” She asked at the foot of the great red tree.“Was it truly me that brought you here?” He...

    THE DANCER’S AFFAIR by Jessica Widner

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    THE DANCER’S AFFAIRBy Jessica Widner She is up on her toes. She is Manon Lescaut. She is a first soloist with the National Ballet of Canada. There she is,...

    THE ORPHANAGE by Laura Solomon

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    THE ORPHANAGEBy Laura Solomon I took the job in the orphanage on a whim.  I lived in Peckham and had been working in a café in East Dulwich.  Walking...

    THE BIG NIGHT by Taylor Garcia

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        THE BIG NIGHTBy Taylor García     Dr. Adam Flores opens Group Session with his standard line: “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, it’s sweet and sour time.”Everyone goes around the circle and says a positive...

    THE THINGS PEOPLE SAID WERE ALWAYS ABOUT THEMSELVES

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    THE THINGS PEOPLE SAID WERE ALWAYS ABOUT THEMSELVESBy Jamey Johnson Genna      A poet picked her up at a reading.  She was new to this--married twice and most of her...

    A TREE NOW DEAD by Skyler Nielsen

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    A TREE NOW DEADBy Skyler Nielsen A tree acted as the council rooms eastern wall, and it was dead.  Poisoned the morning Mr. Nunn opened up on it with...

    GO FISH by Maryetta Ackenbom

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    GO FISHBy Maryetta Ackenbom There it was! A flash of scarlet and white, just at the corner of his vision. But his lungs were bursting; he had to go...

    THE APOLOGY by Janel Brubaker

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    THE APOLOGYBy Janel Brubaker I held the phone to my ear and listened, stunned to the point of silence. I had known this would happen. Indeed, I had walked...

    THE GRAVERS LANE LOCAL by Edith Boyd

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    THE GRAVERS LANE LOCALBy Edith Boyd            The job in the city was working out for me. Actually, the job wasn't great, but the apartment I chose, and the train...