There are now 7 chapters online for the popular Twilight Saga/New Moon-related fanfiction book  Phases of the Moon. (There’s already the infamous “cliff jumping” incident involved and Team Jacob fans will be happy to hear that the “L”-word has shown up on occasion! If you’re curious whether or not college — or perhaps even another prom — will be a part of Bella’s future, you’ll want to read Phases of the Moon.

Phases of the Moon fans now also have a FaceBook Fan Page.

Phases of the Moon fans also now have their own t-shirt and gift idea design! (Notice how the wolf has imprinted on that special someone’s heart.) Please take the time to visit the Phases of the Moon T-Shirt and Gift Ideas Shop.

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A short story by Bryan Dobson

This issue’s Critique Corner: See the author’s bio at the end of the story regarding how to contact him to comment on his story.

It is hard to say how long it has been since Muriel has heard the voice of another human being. The last time she thought about it she suspected it had been a few weeks, at least. As Muriel sat on her blue satin pillow next to the window watching the rainfall she wished for another voice aside from her own. Perhaps Harold would telephone and ask how she was, but that was just wishful thinking and nothing more. Her son Harold had not called in more than five years, yet every time the phone would ring she held onto a glimmer of hope it might be him. Three years ago during a rare telephone call with her brother she had found out where he was. Harold had found himself a job managing a fancy new restaurant on a long pier in Florida. She suspected he was doing just fine. Harold had always loved people and he always loved the sun and sea. He would be happy there as there was little for him to smile about in Vancouver.

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A short story by Terence Watts

Mickey swore loudly as he jerked his unpolished, size eleven winklepicker boot at the side of the jukebox, trying for yet another free play.

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by Luanne F. Oleas

One moment Jess was laughing beside a tree, the next he was racing through hell with the odor of death all around him. Chunks of frozen earth erupted from the ground and pelted him. Jess’ lungs and legs ached in the bitter cold as he dodged plumes of black smoke. His rucksack bumped wildly against him with every stride while his fingers held a white-knuckle grip on his rifle.

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