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The Lift

The Lift

Short Fiction
Peter Tammer
...so here we are stuck in the lift. It’s been quite a while. You know what it’s like when you get up and get dressed and come to town, on a day that you know you would definitely prefer not to come to town, when you would certainly rather stay at home, but you came to town to go to work and it’s not working, and the car didn’t like it and the traffic didn’t like ...
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Dumpster RabbittZ – Part Three

Dumpster RabbittZ – Part Three

Serial Fiction
Bryan Higby and Ricky D. Snyder
Chapter Three Bernie Falchuk was fast asleep behind his desk at the CarLowDen Animal Control Department when he received the call about the possible 10-91L, animal attack, at the abandoned CarLowDen Golf Course. He had been sleeping off a two-day drunk. Bernie was only one of three full time employees at the CarLowDen Animal Control Department working the graveyard shift, which ran twenty-four-seven. That call came in over two hours ago. It ...
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Flora and the Eggheads

Flora and the Eggheads

Short Fiction
Jim Meirose
First dog growing up, then long time, no; then cat growing up, then long time, no; then rat mouse mole hog hippo rhino growing up, same way but, still quite improper, still long time, no. Flora thought there would never be something she could finally happily become, until there came one, running; Flora saw it come running across Ford’s newspaper store floor, yes; then long time, no; but wait, yes yes; her rising goosebumps said she’d ...
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The Lip

The Lip

Short Fiction
Alex Jasper
The Lip Shanahan was mad as hell. He swung his Toyota Corolla into a clearing above at Leck, overlooking Ballywacken town. The town simmered under a distinct blanket of smog, vape and Corolla fumes, giving the midlands town an eerie quality of a midsummer evening. A bit of pollution can add a touch of city slicker glamour to even the most backwaterish of towns. Lip whipped the plastic wrapper off a box of Silk Cut, mashing ...
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Pussy on the Mark

Pussy on the Mark

Short Fiction
Jeff Bagato
Stolen stories translated into new language—a language never before spoken—never to be spoken—the unspoken present time. Immediate words exist before signs. All language is past time. All past time is dead time. Language of past is language of future. Pussy is the language of the present. Pussy is a language of stolen words that are no longer words. This is the story of Doom Pussy and the war against cock time language. Staying in Touch Doom ...
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Le son De

Le son De

Short Fiction
Jim Meirose
Doctor Sax sat waiting for Stannie with four and a half minutes to go. Idly he sat watching the fast ping-pong game his apprehension regarding this lesson had conjured to distract him. Identical faceless players volleyed the ball super-intensely so that it could not be seen even as a blur, but only as nothing at all. The super-speedy ping-pong paddles driving this phenomenon necessarily vanished from view as well and in moments the players themselves realized ...
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