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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 OTHER SIDE by Danielle Richardson

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    THE OTHER SIDEBy Danielle Richardson I watch as Lucy stops in front of me like she does every day, her little ten-year-old head cocking to the left in curiosity....

    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...

    ABOUT THE OLD MAN by Skyler Nielsen

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    ABOUT THE OLD MANBy Skyler Nielsen After months of begging Dad let up, and the day couldn’t have gone better.  He said if I worked hard, I could come...

    VOID by Jonathan Maniscalco

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    VOIDBy Jonathan Maniscalco  The first thing Jack did was open the window. August’s hot, humid air mixed with the downtown smell of Boston’s Washington Street drifted into his dry...

    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 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...

    BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE by Toni Morgan

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    BETWEEN LOVE AND HATEBy Toni Morgan After a fitful sleep, Ken was relieved to see dawn shredding the last vestiges of night.  Outside his bedroom window, a thick glaze...

    THE POSTING by Monica Harn

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    THE POSTINGBy Monica L. Bellon-Harn Laura learns to live in ordinary time as she roams rooms of a starter home her husband picked out. When live oaks that lined...

    NOT FUNNY by Lisa Rutledge

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    NOT FUNNY By Lisa Rutledge I took a seat across from a man with black hair, a matching mustache, and eyes as icy blue as my...