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Fiction - Year V - Number 34 - March 2020

    THE BROKEN COMPASS by Ciaran McLarnon

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    THE BROKEN COMPASSby Ciaran McLarnon  From a distance they seemed smooth and angular, but still snow managed to cling to the slate-grey peaks that kept the landing strip secluded. Bryce watched through the porthole beside...

    GOOD MORNING by Samuel Stone

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    GOOD MORNINGby Samuel Stone  The unmistakable foreignness of the body is the first thing that occurs to me. It’s the first thing to really occur to me this day, since I’ve only just woken up,...

    THE RUN by Stan Dryer

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    THE RUNby Stan Dryer Harry Staunten had travelled far in Thatchford. He had run its broad streets in springtime, between the ample lawns bright with blooming shrubs. He had lapped the track at Langley Park...

    MADELINE, LYDIA, AND THE STRAUSSIAN RAINFALL IN ANNAPOLIS

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    MADELINE, LYDIA, AND THE STRAUSSIAN RAINFALL IN ANNAPOLISby Matilda Zhao  It was a freezing morning. I skipped my morning class. My Jewish culture and family history professor would be mad at me, I know. But...

    MOLLY PITCHER by Daniel Picker

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    MOLLY PITCHERby Daniel Picker  IThe early spring sun shone brightly outside the kitchen windows as our mom stood over the griddle on the stove in the kitchen, making us French Toast, my favorite.  She then...

    FINDING HER by Bianca Bonilla

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    FINDING HERby Bianca Bonilla  When I went to check the time, I got an incoming call from my sister. Right from when I picked up the phone, I thought I was going to go deaf. Emily...

    ROLEPLAYING by Matt Gillick

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    ROLEPLAYINGby Matt Gillick  The man got in the truck after the driver made the point that he shouldn’t be out in the open when the fog rolled in. They were driving now. The passenger’s name...

    ON THE RUN by Victoria Rowse

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    ON THE RUNby Victoria Rowse  It was a regular day I got home about noon when I noticed the previously empty house was now alive with activity, I looked through my kitchen window to see...

    THE SPIN CYCLE by Donna Lee Miele

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    THE SPIN CYCLEby Donna Lee Miele  The top-load stuck at drain.A problem because Frank’s good work pants were in there. He only had two pairs—the others were tar-stained from a driveway job he probably should’ve...

    THE WOMAN by Christopher Carroll

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    THE WOMANby Christopher Carroll  Todd climbed into his car after leaving the bar. The sky fell out from underneath, as the wind pressed up against the car. It sounded like a bullet train was passing...