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Fiction - Year V - Number 33 - February 2020

    ORGANIC FOOD by Uko Tyrawn Okon

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    ORGANIC FOODby Uko Tyrawn Okon When Selena left me, I learned that the world is a trick and it starts with what you consume. The word vitamin is on...

    FERTILITY by Noelle Florio

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    FERTILITYby Noelle Florio “It comes in waves, Miss. Loakey. Some days will be better than others sweetie, but the results of your spirometry test show your lungs have increased...

    A GROCER’S LIST by Charlie Turner

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    A GROCER’S LISTby Charlie Turner Three dozen eggs. Ollie stands in the middle of the mess with a cigarette behind his ear. Our father, the deli manager, is across...

    NO VACANCY by Nathaniel Zebley

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    NO VACANCYby Nathaniel Zebley  Rachel stood up, walked over to the smudged window in the small room, and looked out at the parking lot with only a few cars...

    CURSED CHRISTMAS DINNER

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    CURSED CHRISTMAS DINNERby Alexandre Henrique Ferreira Campos de Souza  The cold wind howls through the city, the snow slowly falling and gathering on the roofs of houses. A normal...

    PEQUENA by Taylor Martin

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    PEQUENAby Taylor Martin  Pequena rustled in my arms, I tussled to calm her down. The looks from my schoolmates spelled disgust, dirty gazes at her dirt covered feathers. I...

    DELUSION by Ibrahim N. Al-Huraiyes,

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    DELUSIONby Ibrahim N. Al-Huraiyestranslated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim  He threw the pen aside and collapsed on the lumpy chair, resting his aching body. Dazed, he silently...

    TELL A FRIEND by Colin Gallagher

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    TELL A FRIENDby Colin Gallagher  While walking up Sunset Street in Seattle, Washington, I pass office buildings, parking lots, restaurants and other businesses. I believe I had seen it...

    THE OLD FRONT PORCH by Ruth Deming

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    THE OLD FRONT PORCH by Ruth Deming  He was a man who never cussed in front of women. Just inside his own head. The black head of retired Major Robert...

    SMELL OF LEATHER by Vivek Nath Mishra

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    SMELL OF LEATHERby Vivek Nath Mishra  After a long day, Subba walked down a narrow alley passing several sleeping, ruminating cows in the middle of the street, perturbing the...