Fiction
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A Spooky Tale: “Jess” by Cindy Powers
Jess by Cindy Powers “I wish we’d never stepped foot in this old house.” “You wanted to come here.” “Well, it’s supposed to be, you know, special.”
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Screenplay: Out With Italians [Excerpt] by Tony Bianco
OUT WITH ITALIANS FADE IN: EXT. SANTA REY – DAY – ESTABLISHING A small fishing town in the San Francisco Bay Area. December 7, 1941. INT. LINO’S APARTMENT – PARLOR – NIGHT A small, simple apartment. LINO NOCCI, 35, wiry, handsome, a scar along the left half of his jawline, stands staring at his radio.…
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Forum Online– Fall, 2016
We are pleased to announce the winners of the first annual writing contest! Poetry: Gloria Keeley for her poem, “Billie” Fiction: Chandler Vannasdall for his story “End of the Line” Click for more poems, stories, and photos from our fantastic Fall, 2016 authors to the right–under Who We Are! And the amazing photo above, “Fall,”…
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Fiction: Okay by Kendra Lindemann
Okay By Kendra Lindemann Grass smells different in the morning than in the afternoon. Alexandra lay with her back to the sun and her feet flipped up, the slight flare to her jeans catching on the wind. Before her was a necklace and the warm, vaguely damp grass. She played the necklace over in her…
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“Fire” by Sarah Hoenicke
Fire by Sarah Hoenicke We line up and we know what they think of us. We know they see us as freaks; we know they do not see us. It took a long time for me to see that life is more than what you see, and I think some folk do not, they do…
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“Holding Up the Circle” by Jordy Lynch
I looked up. Clouds spread out across the sky, covering any blue the atmosphere usually reflected, resulting in a range of dark and light grey. The mottled sky peaked through treetops and around rooftops. I was walking to the lake, the usual sounds of gunfire absent today. The gun range across the lake was only…
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“White Matter” by Natalie Enright
His alarm sounds loudly. She barely reacts. She was already awake. The sound of waves crashing outside their window and wind swirling reminds her of a childhood memory; a day at the beach when she lost her beloved stuffed animal. The memory ends as soon as it begins. It was just an image of a…
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“Yesterday and Today” by Richard Compean
Yesterday and Today by Richard Compean He will be gone in two weeks—gone not just away on retreat, or business, not to visit family, not to the almost comatose sleep he has been going to increasingly for the past two months, but forever, to Hamlet’s “undiscovered country” as he himself would say, to the death…
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The Bus Ride By Britannic x.o. Zane (Jul. 8th, 2007)
I sat down to wait for my bus and a Samoan woman approached me. She kept staring at me and I was getting nervous about it because she was intimidating like she could squash me like a grape. She waited till everyone around us seemed occupied with other things before she spoke to me. “You…
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A House at the End of the Street by Jordy Lynch
Lewis Arnold had always hated his father’s name. Not his father. No other trait of his ever bothered Lewis; just his name, which in most cases is decided by forces distant to the person who is to don said name. Lewis knew this and held no grudge towards his father. Yet if there had been…
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