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by Michaelsun Knapp Mr. Grey got up from his plush seat to walk to the lavish bathroom on the train moving above the streets Paris. He was sorely tempted to leap onto an overstuffed chair, fire once or twice into the air with a gun he didn’t have, and shout from the top of his
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by Sean Reynolds Mark could barely make out the features of the figure at the end of the off ramp, until he came to a stop behind the long line of cars and got a good look at him. As he inched forward, he watched the stout, thirty-something man in short pants and tennis shoes
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by Lloyd Aquino Greek sits alone at the bar, minding a glass of something foul-smelling, trying his hardest not to mind any of it, not the smell, not the chatter going on behind his back. “—you’re crazy. Give me a Viper any day. These new rides are too sleek. Can’t even feel the Gs—” “So
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Rind has been publishing the works of new and seasoned writers for more than a decade. From our humble beginnings at the University of California, Riverside, we have always sought to bring literary works that are not only insightful and engaging, but entertaining. But we’ll be making some changes to ensure contributors get the exposure
Vox Inaudica 