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Fiction - Year V - Number 33 - February 2020

    THE ALLEYWAY FIGHT by Taylor G Mauck

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    THE ALLEYWAY FIGHTby Taylor G Mauck  Bio: David gets dragged into a fight with guys who want revenge over something that happened in high school, and gets injured. David’s...

    AN INSTANT OF EVERYTHING by John Riebow

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    AN INSTANT OF EVERYTHINGby John Riebow  The night air was crisp as he emerged from the heat of the crowded club.  It was just after midnight and, thanks to...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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...

    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,...

    ROBERT AND GOYLE GO TO THE MOVIES by Ryan James Lamb

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    ROBERT AND GOYLE GO TO THE MOVIESby Ryan James Lamb  The dull green Daihatsu Sedan pulled into the car park with a grunkling sound and came to a crooked...

    FOR YOU, BLUE by Anna Schaeffer

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    FOR YOU, BLUEby Anna Schaeffer  “Eighty-two.”Lina Vaduva woke up with the number thrumming in her head like a dial tone. The clock on Lina’s phone read 3:45, but silence...

    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...