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Fiction - Year V - Number 33 - February 2020

    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...

    DID I STUTTER? by Alan Berger

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    DID I STUTTER?By Alan Berger  No one ever in any of Joe’s classrooms starting from kindergarten ever thought that he would ever be P.H.D. material. More like P.H.Duh material.So thought...

    WE ARE WAITING by Chrissie Rohrman

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    WE ARE WAITINGby Chrissie Rohrman I’m on break when I get the call from Gram. I listen and nod along, pretending my heart isn’t seizing in my chest. “Keep...

    ALTER IAGO by Marcia Eppich-Harris

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    ALTER IAGOby Marcia Eppich-Harris  “The soul is as important as the sinews,” the orientation speaker had said on my first day of medical school. “Here at St. Hearthguard University,...