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Fiction - Year V - Number 32 - January 2020

    POSSESSED by Andrea Carlisle

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    POSSESSEDby Andrea Carlisle Jane became aware of someone coming up close behind her in the crowded checkout line, so close she could hear breathing. When she turned to look,...

    GRAVITY by Yvette Schnoeker-Shorb

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    GRAVITYby Yvette Schnoeker Shorb The two professors might as well have been talking in another language, for their conversation was most definitely beyond the interests of those who considered...

    TAMALANE ОF PETROGRAD by Virginia Marybury

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    TAMALANE OF PETROGRADby Virginia Marybury Of all the flat, marshy edges of western Petrograd, nowhere was as haunted by former people as St Basil’s Island, that diamond delta in...

    WATCHING by Leandro Almeida

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    WATCHINGby Leandro Almeida Have you ever gotten the feeling someone is watching you? Those chills down your spine? That sense of unease, or the prickling on your neck? Objects...

    TWO WORLDS by Loren Sundlee

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    TWO WORLDSby Loren Sundlee             The sand slips away so gradually from the huts to the sea one might think that little more than a high tide could be...

    OH MADELINE by Lynn Dowless

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    OH MADELINEby Lynn Dowless       The rhythmic melody of the seductive sirens' whispering chant rode upon the midday wind. Inviting, enticing, hexing, seizing hold of mortal mind, invading the...

    ENTER JOSIE by Joseph Austin

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    ENTER JOSIEby Joseph Austin Enter Josie. A raven-haired beauty with blue eyes sprinkled with saffron. Barbara knew her kind the moment her son, Darren, brought her through the front...

    LEGEND OF THE MAGIC WOK by Lynn Dowless

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    LEGEND OF THE MAGIC WOKby Lynn Dowless       John Burman was as sporter. The label, sporter, was a euphemism on the phrase, front line soldier, on this new arm of the free born...

    ASTRAL FEARS by Dylan Ward

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    ASTRAL FEARSby Dylan Ward On an icy Christmas morning Hunter is frozen in front of the Orion SpaceProbe. It gleams black in the winter light, like a mystical entity...

    TWO CANES by Terry Sanville

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    TWO CANESby Terry Sanville At a little after nine in the morning, Douglas stepped off the bus and hobbled along the sidewalk to the Pacific Grove Senior Center. On...