{"id":148,"date":"2012-09-21T22:09:50","date_gmt":"2012-09-21T22:09:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/?page_id=148"},"modified":"2019-01-19T19:12:08","modified_gmt":"2019-01-19T19:12:08","slug":"fiction","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/","title":{"rendered":"Fiction"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<!-- Page-list plugin v.5.9 wordpress.org\/plugins\/page-list\/ -->\n<div class=\"page-list page-list-ext \">\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/chris-galvin\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Chris Galvin\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2019\/03\/Chris-Galvin-pic-copy-146x150.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Chris Galvin\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/chris-galvin\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Chris Galvin\">Writings \/ Fiction: Chris Galvin<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">Groundnut Soup \r\n  \r\nAs the shadows lengthened, Auntie Atta and her twin brother Dominic pulled up in front of my house. Auntie lugged a steaming cauldron of groundnut soup out of the trunk of their rented car and struggled up the steps. I opened the...<\/div><\/div>\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/collette-burjack\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Collette Burjack\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2019\/03\/Collette-Burjack-pic-150x150.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Collette Burjack\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/collette-burjack\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Collette Burjack\">Writings \/ Fiction: Collette Burjack<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">Whitewash \r\n  \r\n&nbsp; \r\nEverything was cold and unfamiliar and I hated it immediately. I thought, this house is dead. Of course, that\u2019s why you chose it. This was your \u201cfresh start,\u201d as though we could peel off our old lives like layers of dead skin....<\/div><\/div>\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/david-tasker\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: David Tasker\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2019\/03\/no_photo-150x150.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Fiction: David Tasker\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/david-tasker\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: David Tasker\">Writings \/ Fiction: David Tasker<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">We Are All Scarred \r\n  \r\n&nbsp; \r\nI stood outside the concert hall, leaning against the brick wall and listening to the local band inside playing some punk rock version of Mmmmm Bop  made famous by that goddamn pop group Hanson.&nbsp; The band was off...<\/div><\/div>\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/kenechi-uzochuwku\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Kenechi Uzochuwku\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2019\/03\/Kenechi-Uzorchukwu-pic-150x150.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Kenechi Uzochuwku\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/kenechi-uzochuwku\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Kenechi Uzochuwku\">Writings \/ Fiction: Kenechi Uzochuwku<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">The \u2018Unholy Bible\u2019: King Lucifer\u2019s Version  \r\n(Novel Excerpt)  \r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\n&nbsp;\r\n\r\nPROLOGUE \r\n\r\nThe end is near I must tell you. And just in case\u00a0I don\u2019t make it, I hereby give you my memoir, my autobiography. I don\u2019t pretend to make it as poetic and...<\/div><\/div>\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/laura-solomon\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Laura Solomon\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2019\/03\/Laura-Solomon-pic1-150x150.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Laura Solomon\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/laura-solomon\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Laura Solomon\">Writings \/ Fiction: Laura Solomon<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">Imitation of Life \r\n(Novel Excerpt) \r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nI was born too soon.\u00a0 Mine was not an easy birth.\u00a0 Nature failed to take its course.\u00a0 From my mother\u2019s womb I was untimely ripped, torn out of the darkness and thrust into the light.\u00a0 I was six weeks prema...<\/div><\/div>\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/lynn-cecil\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Lynn Cecil\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2019\/03\/cecil-150x150.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Lynn Cecil\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/lynn-cecil\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Lynn Cecil\">Writings \/ Fiction: Lynn Cecil<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">Afternoon of the Sail-Makers \r\n  \r\n&nbsp;\r\nDockyard Port comes into view from the ferry, like a jagged stone scar against blue sky, bluer water. Lexi looks over her shoulder to see if her husband has noticed, but he\u2019s facing the other way, watching t...<\/div><\/div>\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/martin-mordecai\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Martin Mordecai\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2019\/03\/Martin-Mordecai-pic-150x150.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Martin Mordecai\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/martin-mordecai\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Martin Mordecai\">Writings \/ Fiction: Martin Mordecai<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">Tree \r\n  \r\n&nbsp;  \r\nOld man dying. Shrinking into his own essence. Oxygen lifelines bubbling through water like the springs of eternity. Tubes, pills of every colour, food cut so small a mouse could swallow it. \r\nYoung woman alive. Earthbrown, her skin...<\/div><\/div>\n<div class=\"page-list-ext-item\"><div class=\"page-list-ext-image\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/seymour-mayne\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Seymour Mayne\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/2\/2019\/03\/Seymour-Mayne-pic-c-Sharon-Katz-150x150.jpg\" width=\"80\" alt=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Seymour Mayne\" \/><\/a><\/div> <h3 class=\"page-list-ext-title\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/writings\/fiction\/seymour-mayne\/\" title=\"Writings \/ Fiction: Seymour Mayne\">Writings \/ Fiction: Seymour Mayne<\/a><\/h3><div class=\"page-list-ext-item-content\">Conjugating \r\n  \r\n&nbsp; \r\n\u201cStanley Shliome, would you, would you believe it. Your uncle just got up and went to Winnipeg. I came home from the clinic at the hospital and there was a note. I knew right away something was up when I saw it on the kitchen c...<\/div><\/div>\n\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"parent":598,"menu_order":4,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-148","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/148","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=148"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/148\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":678,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/148\/revisions\/678"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/598"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue13\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=148"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}