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Fictionade Issue #1 – Fresh New Fiction

In Between the Earth and the Sky

  By Areeba |
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In Between the Earth and the Sky, by Areeba Abid

The sun shone through the large stained glass windows on the side walls of the church.  Their vibrant colors sparkled and danced gently, as if the golden rays had revealed some hidden light within.  Reverend Bryce walked with meaning, stepping behind the medium sized pulpit like a composer ready to ignite fire in the hearts of his flock.  The short ends of his curls hung loosely on the back of his neck, electrified and charcoal black.  He talked with purpose, flailing his hands with a … There’s More… →

Security

  By CW Adrian |
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Security, by Cindy Adrian

Robert’s mouth pressed against the inside collar of his jacket and his hands were shoved so deeply into his pockets they curled. It was windy the night before and the whole neighborhood was disheveled. It didn’t rain but everything looked wet. An ADT alarm lawn sign was on the sidewalk. His foot lightly leaped off the ground as he stepped over it, breaking the rhythm of his stride. He thought about the sign as he walked away. He hunched his shoulders lifting his jacket so … There’s More… →

Kindred

  By CW Adrian |
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Kindred, by Cindy Adrian

A week after her mother’s funeral Anne went back to work as a special education assistant. It was a part-time job she held when her mother’s health was stable but terminal. Her employer suggested taking more time off but she was eager to get things going. Today she was shadowing a 19-year-old man with autism in his adult education class. This was a brand new school for her, and though she knew the young man, Derek, she knew no one else. There was some confusion … There’s More… →

Arise

  By J.D. Mitchell |
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Land of the Ancestors - Arise, by J.D. Mitchell

Janus’ body was broken upon the wheel. Her legs shattered in a dozen places, her arms and shoulders too, she only existed as a thread now, woven through the spokes and twisted. Around and around. If the pain did not impair her thoughts like it did, she would have marveled at what the body could do. Anything really, given the aims of any creator. One twisted of spirit—like her body was now. With every painful revolution of the wheel she witnessed desolation. Villages and families … There’s More… →

The Big V

  By Chelsea Sutton |
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The Big V, By Chelsea Sutton

It all started when Carrie Cutler asked if I was a virgin. Virginity, by definition, is something people react to in one of two ways.  The first group will lock it in some metaphorical safety deposit box in a metaphorical downtown bank.  The second group will dump theirs as quickly as possible at the nearest thrift store donation center, and take the opportunity to write it off on their taxes. I was not yet sure which group Carrie Cutler belonged to.[restrict userlevel="subscriber"] It was our … There’s More… →

District V

  By Alex Scholnick |
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District V by Alex Scholnick

Sannyi laid his chest flat on the windowsill, his fingers white and aching as he clenched the outside ledge and looked downwards. His breathing was heavy, and the smell of oxidized iron had become regular in his inspections of the outside. He inched forward, sternum pressing into the radiator, being careful to not let too much of himself be visible. His fingers tensed until it felt like the tendons would snap, mostly for fear of falling. The ground seemed miles away after such a long … There’s More… →

Dirty Blonde

  By Sven Anarki |
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Dirty Blonde, by Sven Anarki

Sid walked quickly, pulling his grey fedora hat down onto his forehead to keep the swirling fog from blowing it off. He was late, and he knew it. He had heard the church clock count off midnight over the incessant bleating of foghorns on San Francisco Bay, and that was more than fifteen minutes ago. Franklin was going to go ape. He pulled a Fatima out of his grey suit jacket and snapped a wooden match lit with his thumbnail. He lit the cigarette and … There’s More… →

Tupperware Can Do Almost Anything

  By Julia Halprin Jackson |
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Tupperware, by Julia Halprin Jackson

“Believe it or not,” I say, hoisting the ice chest over my head, “I cannot control the river.” “Yeah, whatever,” Samantha says. “Just get us out of here.” She stands on the levee in a black and purple bikini, rubbing her arms across her chest. Her eyebrows furrow and her freckles have already darkened in the six hours we’ve spent on the water. Today’s adventures are not gaining me any points as a potential boyfriend. “Why’s it always my fault?” I balance the ice chest … There’s More… →

Werewolf

  By Julia Halprin Jackson |
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Werewolf, by Julia Halprin Jackson

Things began to change when I made the trek out to Patty’s cabin in the woods, and she let the wild man in. To her nothing is wild—to her, wildness is potential. He had long black hair tied into a loose ponytail; his jeans were likewise loose, loose in a way that made me viscerally uncomfortable, though to his credit he was wearing a belt, which cinched his effeminate waist. His countenance was neither threatening, nor was it specific; to use one of Patty’s new … There’s More… →

F*&%ed Up Fairy Tale

  By Jim Blanchet |
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FedUp Fairy Tale, by Jim Blanchet

The King sat in his overstuffed chair, picking nervously at the embroidery on the armrests. The perspiration on his brow had nothing to do with the roaring fire in the hearth. He repeatedly glanced at the large grandfather clock in the corner of the Great Hall. The tips of the hour and minute hands pointed in nearly opposite directions of the clock’s pearl face, reminding him that the time approached 11:30. He watched as the pendulum lyre moved steadily back and forth behind the beveled … There’s More… →