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Fiction - Year IV - Number 25 - June 2019

    TWENTY-FOUR HOURS IN PARIS by Eoin O’Donnell

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    TWENTY-FOUR HOURS IN PARISby Eoin O’Donnell Jeremy followed Rachel to Paris because he loved her. I followed Jeremy to Paris because I loved him. It was like a mini...

    DOING OKAY by Abraham Assed

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    DOING OKAYby Abraham Assed One late Friday afternoon during tenth grade, I walked to the 7-Eleven a few blocks away from my house. I went inside and wandered around...

    JULIA IN BLOOM by Alberto Ambard

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    JULIA IN BLOOMby Alberto Ambard  IThe scratchy, metallic sound of the brakes woke Daniel, but he kept his eyes closed, until he heard the bus driver announcing the last...

    COOLNESS by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois

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    COOLNESSBy  Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois CoolnessThey shiver through my classes. Stuffed uncomfortably into student desks circa 1894, icicles form at the end of their noses. The classroom has a wood...

    EXCHANGE OF WORDS by Gary Erwin

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    EXCHANGE OF WORDSby Gary J. Erwin We’d recognized the disparities in her speech the third day after hospital admission. “Mouth stick,” she’d murmured one morning during a brief moment...

    HAWAII IN A BOX by Beth Weaver

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    HAWAII IN A BOXby Beth Nixon Weaver JACKIE YANKED OPEN THE PERKY PINK BEACH CHAIR and plopped down. It popped open several notches, pitching her backwards. Her head hit...

    FROM BAUHAUS TO DACHAU by Allen Levaniel

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    FROM BAUHAUS TO DACHAUby Allen Levaniel The soldiers raid the apartment building and round up every tenant; children, too. The building erupts in chaos, with SS men shouting and...

    THE BLOOD BEARER by Julian Darragjati

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    THE BLOOD BEARERby Julian Darragjati The clarinet bellowed a series of rippling tremolos, then broke into strident bursts before bleeding a woeful, as if unending wail.Edmond winced. He stood...

    REFUSE by Kevin Haslam

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    A HARD CALL TO MAKEby Kristine Sarasin  Before she got to the restaurant Shyanne had thought that a pair of dark wash jeans, tiny black heels, and a white...

    DREAMLESSNESS by Ivan De Luce

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    DREAMLESSNESSby Ivan De Luce Friday — Dreamt I was in love. I met her — Samantha — at a party, and we hadn’t seen each other in ten years....