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Fiction - Year IV - Number 20 - January 2019

    THE GODDESS OF KINK by Kayle Nochomovitz

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    THE GODDESS OF KINKby Kayle Nochomovitz She was barely swaying her hips, but she had every guy on the edge of his seat.  Even the bartender had stopped pouring drinks, and just stood there, hand...

    DORA THE EXPLORER by Terry Engel

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    DORA THE EXPLORERby Terry Engel I used to watch the news all the time, especially this little blonde girl that covered the afternoon shift on CNN. Her name was Selena Cassaday, and she read the...

    DEMOCRACY AT WORK by Thomas Kearnes

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    DEMOCRACY AT WORKby Thomas Kearnes Den Mother, of course, was not her real name. While she spoke, Jameson swished the name Greta around his mind. Greta, Mother Greta, the Den Mother. She was speaking so eloquently, about...

    SUMMER STORMS by Omar Essa

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    SUMMER STORMSby Omar Essa The geese are unkind. They stand militant along the border of the pond like NYPD officers during parades in Manhattan, as if the pine trees were the skyscrapers they're meant to...

    YOUNG by Nicole Reinholdt

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    YOUNGby Nicole Reinholdt   Wednesday morning, when Kyle picked me up for school in his dad’s grey Buick Skylark, he had Neil Young's Everybody Knows This is Nowhere playing over the stereo. Since the two of us had...

    ASK ME AGAIN by Andy Spisak

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    ASK ME AGAINby Andy Spisak Leah finished her call with the client and reached into the drawer for her handbag.  She had agreed to meet Doug for lunch at twelve-thirty, and it was already ten...

    FATHER OF ALL LIES by Jenny Butler

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    FATHER OF ALL LIESby Jenny Butler Deep within dark premonitory dreams, the White Canon is juddering in his sleep. In his dream, the headstone looms large, its name defaced, chiselled and chipped away. He had...

    OTHER PEOPLE by Pavel Sokolov

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    OTHER PEOPLEby Pavel Sokolov Birds took turns singing. As one paused, another would immediately come in. Each of them spoke its own language, not at all concerned about being understood. Then, suddenly, a sharp screeching...

    HELPING DAD by Sue Brennan

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    HELPING DADby Sue Brennan The holiday wasn’t going well, and finding out that Dad couldn’t swim after we’d jumped off the boat wasn’t the half of it. Mick and Andy had already swum off— bastards—and there I...

    BANGKA ISLAND STORY by Michael Paul Hogan

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    BANGKA ISLAND STORYby Michael Paul Hogan for Toti O’Brien There were nine bottles of Bintang beer on the shelf behind the counter of Abdu Rama’s beachfront banana shack. On the counter itself there was a watermelon, sliced,...