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Fiction - Year V - Number 34 - March 2020

    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...

    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...

    HUNTER AND HUNTED by Judy Bee and Antaeus

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    HUNTER AND HUNTEDby Judy Bee and Antaeus Dudleyville, Arizona, population 959The blond-haired young man, whose mother called him "Angel Face," clutched the knife tightly as he stalked me through the woods. We'd been runnin' for...

    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...

    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...

    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,...

    FLAMENCO FOR BEGINNERS by Anita Haas

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    FLAMENCO FOR BEGINNERS by Anita Haas  Peggy splashed water on her face and left the ladies’ room. The dry heat of late June in Madrid had made her feel faint. Wooden floors groaned under her step,...

    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...

    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...