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Fiction - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

    DISAPPEARED SOUNDS by J.C. Sullivan

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    DISAPPEARED SOUNDSby J.C. Sullivan One night the week before last Jane Parker clearly heard the sound of an eight track tape clicking from one track to the next.  She had not heard that click, that...

    CLOSING TIME by Edith Boyd

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    CLOSING TIMEby Edith Boyd Mr. Colton’s wife sounded nice on the phone. She called the store often, and when she did, I got a good feeling, except when she was upset about one of their...

    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 crawl back to my bed –...

    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 discombobulated thoughts. Nora feels the Colorado...

    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 world owes them something.  Ain’t...

    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 bed possibly for...

    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 and connecting monitors to her heart....

    SANDCASTLES by Kamila Stopyra

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    SANDCASTLESby Kamila Stopyra 1 Dry air from the nearby desert touched Alan’s delicate face. The 13-year-old nodded politely to an old man speaking to him. Yet, the boy was too focused on desperately trying to stop...

    MINOR KEYS by Eric Stevens

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    MINOR KEYSby Eric Stevens How DARE she yell at me like that! That bitch! Sophie walked down the sidewalk next to her apartment, earbuds placed firmly and playing nothing. She wore her sunglasses, though it was...