Stories
Story of the Week
You knelt down to kiss her, avoiding, of course, the wound at her brow.
Story of the Week
I wanted to tear away at the fabric of my pants, dig open my skin.
Fiction
The waitress looked us over, wondering, I guess, if we were famous.
Fiction
“That pool,” Kenny said, breathing harder. “I’m telling you, it’s magic.”
Story of the Week
I push the stroller across the courts to the scene of the thing I don’t get.
Story of the Week
Lynette had stepped on something sharp. There was blood.
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She’s young and lovely in a mad, disheveled way, and hard to resist.
Story of the Week
“Why, Ma? I don’t understand. I just don’t want you to be alone.”
Fiction
The surface of night is disrupted. Ripples cross the neighborhood.
Story of the Week
She was laughing. Something animal in me was sparked, and I chased her.
Fiction
Edward the Funny didn’t have much to laugh about in his midthirties.
Story of the Week
I’m on the verge of a breakdown. So I might as well have another child.
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“You see,” Sister Elba said, smiling, “you should never doubt him.”
Story of the Week
Eleanor was the first normal person my brother, Nick, ever dated.
Story of the Week
The blade was buried to the hilt in the outside corner of his left eye.
Fiction
He was regarded as a visionary and a fool in almost equal measure.
Fiction
Here is my father on the last day of his exceptionally long life.
Story of the Week
I pictured myself as a chart inside her head. Two sides: good and bad.
Story of the Week
I’ve made a rigorous effort. But it’s been hard, this hug embargo.
Story of the Week
People didn’t end marriages without warning, without second chances.
Story of the Week
“Your mom is awake,” I said. “You need to go in and see her.”
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To be married is to learn to love, captive in your own new country.
Story of the Week
They couldn’t go to the Manson family caves because of nuclear radiation.
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Overnight, somebody had dumped a dead pit bull in the trash bin.
Story of the Week
She weighed the cold shiny gun on her palm and let out a jagged breath.
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It was where salvation often lay in little more than a piece of duct tape.
