Articles by Fiction Editor

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Love Beets Flowers: Fiction by William Cass

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Very rare: blue moon, bright Mars.  Both rose just after sunset that late May evening.  I stayed out in the backyard gazing up into the night sky until they were nearly straight overhead.  So vivid, they appeared to tremble.  Astronomers called their alignment “in opposition”.  That seemed apropos; my ex-wife had moved out earlier that…

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Books and Secrets: Fiction by Adreyo Sen

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              The witch lived in one of the houses facing the field where we played and every now and then, she would emerge in a faded kameez that reached her ankles, a book under her arm, puffing furiously at a cigarette. We were warned not to talk to the witch, who was, our parents…

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Cafones and Cancer: Fiction by Salvatore Difalco

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When my father was in the late stages of terminal lung cancer—chemo and two operations had not slowed it down—a group of his friends came to our house to visit him. They had been drinking. Giacchino Palmieri, his godson, the loudest among them, slurred and slobbered greetings to my father, who was already in pajamas…

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That Night: Fiction by Jimena Antoniello

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They told me that I died one autumn night. Lying in the empty bathtub, at that rented noisy apartment, while the water ran through my dressed up body. It was warm water, though. And my jeans, the shoes and shirt were all soaked. There were no signs of violence, there were no marks on the…

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Caffeine and Stories: Fiction by Jim Curtis

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Fra Angelico Makes Two Cappuccinos for Mark Rothko The Great Artistic Studio in the Sky, where our story takes place, is a spacious area with all the clear northern light that any artist could want. It is conveniently located in an area that has all the amenities of midtown Manhattan such as delis and coffee…

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Daylight Savings?: Fiction by Sarah Davidson

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When Leo gets in the car, the clock moves back an hour. “See?” Mom says. “I told you guys.” But we aren’t convinced. I’ve seen this happen this summer, sure. But I figure there has to be some sort of scientific explanation. I believe in science, and the internet, and evolution. I think if all…

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Memories and Chipped Paint: Fiction by Matt Clibanoff

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Blue Blue pastel and Kodachrome clouds. Sunlight streams from the shoebox. Empty and cracked, Nikon and Kodak, plastic canisters rattle on the ground, bouncing off the hardwood. The photographs are neatly stacked. Dust fills the spaces in between. Martin looks at himself in dynamic Polaroid light. He wonders how many flashbulbs were wasted trying to…

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Of Another World: Fiction by Brianna J.L. Smyk

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Clive swept his hand through the dried delta bed, rubbing a few specks of rusting rock between his gloved fingers. He looked out at the Mighty Dust Mites—as he liked to call the solar-powered robots—which speckled the planet for miles.   When, in an effort to save their dying program, NASA’s engineers discovered they could…

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