Fiction - Year IV - Number 22 - March 2019

    STOLEN CANOES by Charles R. Stieren

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    STOLEN CANOESby Charles R. Stieren Backwoods of Mississippi, Present Day            The ice-maker dumped ice into the tray and woke me. I’d fallen asleep on the couch. As I stumbled through the darkness to my bedroom I...

    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. His frail frame rose up, painfully,...

    THE COOKIEMEISTER By Stan Dryer (Frank Bequaert)

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    THE COOKIEMEISTERby Stan Dryer Childhood memories come and go. An image on television, a friend’s joke or a single word can trigger an explosion of memories, a chain of remembrance plucked out of the past....

    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...

    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...

    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 thousand and sixty-one. Can you do...

    ZODIAC COLLEGE by Chukwuebuka Festus

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    ZODIAC COLLEGEby Chukwuebuka Festus Love seeketh not itself to please,Nor for itself hath any care,But for another gives its ease,And builds a heaven in hell’s despair. Love seeketh only self to please,To bind another to its...

    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 ride the train uptown to his...

    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 –...