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Fiction - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

    AN ATTACK ON SCHOOL PREMISES by Andrea Taylor

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    AN ATTACK ON SCHOOL PREMISESby Andrea Taylor They gathered the entire staff in the auditorium after dismissal and told us about the sexual assault that occurred in the staff...

    HOW NOT TO BE TWENTY-THREE by Mitch

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    HOW NOT TO BE TWENTY-THREEby Mitch The peck on my neighbor’s lips from the morning after turns into a full-blown make out session. She heads to work as I...

    LIVING MACHINES by Reece Braswell

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    LIVING MACHINESby Reece Braswell My Grandma was eighty-six when we admitted her to the hospital. There, rubber-gloved hands cared for her, piercing needles into the walls of her veins...

    THE COLLECTION OF NORA by Julian Isaiah Holbrook

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    THE COLLECTION OF NORAby Julian Isaiah Holbrook Mid-afternoon sunlight enters through the cracked curtains unwanted, a spec of light in a dim-lit room that reflects the inner linings of her...

    THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE by Jeremy Townley

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    THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICEby Jeremy Townley Look at all them ingrates.  I mean, just look at ’em.  Stuffing their fat-pig faces with prime rib and red wine like...

    THE GREMLIN IN THE BALCONY by Jonathan Baker

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    THE GREMLIN IN THE BALCONYby Jonathan Baker Today ought to be like any other Wednesday for Jackson Tolliver. He will leave his office at five-thirty on the dot and...

    TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHTY-SEVEN by Trevor Love

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    TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHTY-SEVENby Trevor Love You have two thousand words, two thousand and eighty-seven words to tell a story. Can you do it? Two thousand and sixty-five. Two...

    NO SCUM by Michael Stanek

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    NO SCUMby Michael C. Stanek   Klaus knew somebody had been there. The signs his commanding officer told them to look for were everywhere. Folded clothing washed to death, unsoiled, stale, scattered across the...

    TOMMOROW by Naethan Pais

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    TOMMOROWby Naethan Pais His eyes opened rather swiftly for a man his age. It was painful. The sudden overload of information flooding through, rendering his surroundings as smoked glass....

    LOSING THE LOTTERY by Bailey Cook Dailey

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    LOSING THE LOTTERYby Bailey Cook Dailey I dealt to the hook-handed man first. Single deck Blackjack. He was the only player at the table. He was on a hot...