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Fictionade Issue #2 – Childhood Dreams

Reunion

  By Julia Halprin Jackson |
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Deer in the Wild

Emily didn’t recognize our cousin Judy at the last family reunion. It wasn’t really her fault; at sixteen Judy was eight years older than her, and her hair was a newly minted green, a chartreuse as brilliant as Emily’s soccer jersey, which she wore every day that summer. What’s more, Judy wore eye shadow, though not on her eyes; she crushed the purple powder into big puffs on each cheek and painted yellow petals that dripped down as far as her smile. I’ll never forget … There’s More… →

The Big Beautiful Dog

  By Jim Blanchet |
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The big colonial house on Pembroke Road was the most beautiful in the area. Everyone said so. In summer, healthy ivy partially covered the lower level brick in all of the right places. Forest green shutters perfectly complemented the white siding that adorned the upper stories. Fully mature elm and maple trees offered natural shade to the entire property, adding to its beauty and value.   Derek and Melinda Crawford spent a lot of time exploring their Suburban Philadelphia hometown with their son, Joey. When … There’s More… →

Cause for Removal

  By Alex Scholnick |
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A young man that has an intense headache.

Dan sat in his car thumbing the lining of his jacket pocket, his other hand gripping a phone against his ear. “I’m sorry sir, that isn’t a matter we can deal with.” “But I’m telling you, it’s getting worse. The kid runs around by herself, nobody’s ever home with her, the dad’s always coming and going at all hours of–” “Sir, I’ve told you, we can’t do anything unless you have real, physical evidence of abuse. If you think there’s a domestic incident in progress … There’s More… →

The Sting & The Salaryman

  By Chelsea Sutton |
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It’s like the beginning of a book I can’t remember. The beehive hanging in the oak tree by the front stoop is sealed and quiet. If you listen closely, you might hear a far away buzzing from deep inside, but the rain is coming down so fiercely, it’s hard to tell what you’re really hearing and what you’re only imagining. It’s just me and Harvey today, the pasty line-cook with a hair lip, whose skin always looks like it’s been dusted by flour. I don’t … There’s More… →

The Awakening of Face

  By CW Adrian |
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My name is Face. My mom heard somewhere you are supposed to name your baby after the first thing you see and it was my face, lol. Just in case you don’t already know I always laugh out loud when I say lol because I’m not fake. I got problems in my life like everybody else. My dad lives across town and it’s like he doesn’t exist. My grandma (who I like to call granny after I heard someone say it in some funny ass … There’s More… →

Breaking News!

  By CW Adrian |
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I am a newscaster! When I was a child I wanted to be a newscaster and that’s exactly what I became! I got a degree in communications and my parents had the foresight to get me braces and here I am! My job has a lot of perks, like fear mongering, but the best part of my job is I never have to watch the news! Soon as I arrive at the station I am powdered up and ready for action! Once a week we … There’s More… →

For My Brother

  By Julia Halprin Jackson |
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You’re leaving. You are tall lizard shorts, backflips, cereal in a mixing bowl, calzones on a steamy oven afternoons, It’s a Real Cool Club And You’re Not a Part of It. You who didn’t mind waiting for me in the beginning snowboarding class, you who tune in to  World Cup soccer on the Mexican channel, you who stood with the mules and sombreros in Tijuana, you who got air jumping off snow, rock, sand, camping stakes, out of trees, off cliffs and bridges.  And after … There’s More… →

A Family Visit

  By Areeba |
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Our families are the roots that connect us to life. We search the earth for meaning and for places that will embrace us without hesitance. We fish low in the water, seeking acceptance and solace, without even realizing that the river running through our veins is the only history we will ever need. Matilda fumbled with the radio, desperately trying to find a decent station to listen to.   Katy, who was sitting on the passenger seat, continued to play with the zipper of her … There’s More… →

Bethlehem (Act 1)

  By J.D. Mitchell |
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A storm rose over the salt flats, and with it, came a beaten up pick-up truck that had survived the fire. It rattled into the town with more roar than it should have bothered, and stopped with a thunk. Downtown. A hundred meter spike rose high in the sky. Around it, wooden trestles, rotten and falling apart. The wind whipped through some rags at the top. One time this town had been the tallest place in the Nevadan wastes. Now, only a few buildings marked … There’s More… →

Dirty Blonde #2

  By Sven Anarki |
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[button link="http:www.fictionade.com/dirtyblonde" color="lightblue" newwindow="yes"] This is a Series. Read Part 1 of Dirty Blonde.[/button]Sid left the doorway and made his way down the crowded rush hour Market Street sidewalk, dodging pedestrians and simultaneously watching Frank from across the street. Frank boarded the front of a cable car at Drumm and Market and Sid ran across traffic, jumping on the back of the cable car as it began its steep trip up California Street. Sid studied Frank, but removed his fedora and turned away as Frank’s … There’s More… →