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A Brief History of El Salvador Circa 1981 – Fawzy Zablah

All nine boys each had their turn with the daughter of Manuel

Zamur. When they finished she was left on the same spot, under a

Ilama tree. The boy she loved was the last one to leave, wandering

away like a shadow departing, turning back only to hush her weeping

with a single finger before disappearing into the mountain. He carried a rifle that he stole from a soldier

in San Salvador.

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Wooman – Dennis Pells

The name’s Meinhof, Jack Meinhof, undercover investigative reporter. Freelance of course, and that’s the way I like it. No ties to the ‘Man’, if you know what I mean. I write what I want, I write the truth as I see it without influence or prejudice. As you may imagine my stories cut to the quick, no BS, and no soft shoeing around anyone or any subject.

The story I’m about to relate will initially shock and horrify,

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Kaddish for Saddam Hussein – Fawzy Zablah

My name is Hassan Al-Hazeem and once upon a time they called me the Pride of Baghdad. I was a rapist for hire under then dictator Saddam Hussein. I had the longest and thickest penis in all of Iraq. I could rape a woman and she would come back for more and they all loved me – because they always came back and called too. Is that not the test of a true lover?

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Glory Hole Apartments – Meeah Williams

Three a.m. and the knocking starts on the wall above my headboard. It’s old Mr. Cromartie again. It’s not what you’re thinking. I’m alone, minding my own business, and until ten seconds ago I was sound asleep. It’s Mr. Cromartie who is wide awake, causing the ruckus. I scooch out from under the covers and get up on my knees.

There, in the cored out hole of the cardboard-thin wall between our apartments,

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