Stories

Story of the Week

I sometimes forget I’m a horse. I’m also a man dressed as a horse.

Short Shorts

Our house sits alone out in the country, seven miles north of town.

Story of the Week

She did not leave him for the sailor. So why should he be angry?

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Short Shorts

She flicked a bit of citrus on her tongue. Her laugh was hard and high.

Story of the Week

On my way to the airport I hit a Christian. This was in Arkansas.

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Short Shorts

All night the insects’ grinding jaws chewed through the darkness.

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Short Shorts

So, Ida, are you a Jew or a nudist? Do you believe in Hanukkah?

Story of the Week

I dream of snakes coming out of me and through the house to find her.

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Story of the Week

He knows what she’s seeking, and he knows she won’t find it.

Fiction

A queen bobcat lives in the hollow base of a dead cypress.

Story of the Week

He touched her bruise more softly than an elevator button.

Story of the Week

With my son in the NICU and my wife in tears, it felt good to disobey.

Story of the Week

I yell at the boys: “What are you doing! Are you out of your minds?”

Story of the Week

The mistake you make with this man is, you wait around for him.

Short Shorts

The Wolf put on a great performance, crawling around on the stage.

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Story of the Week

A plus B; a child in peril, plus love, dissolution of, equals a story.

Fiction

The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen has become the saddest.

Story of the Week

I pictured you at Bagram Airfield in a metal coffin, quiet and still.

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Short Shorts

He doesn’t have to lie about oatmeal. That’s the way things are for him.

Story of the Week

Our hopes swirled around the act of swallowing a teaspoon of yogurt.

Fiction

Divorced. Wife living with someone else. Pregnant with his child.

Fiction

My mother used to cry in church seeing a child walk down the aisle.

Story of the Week

Virginia surprises herself: she wants this warmth, wants skin and breath.

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Short Shorts

“I have a sneaking suspicion that we’re the same person,” she says.

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Short Shorts

My first girl, only sixteen year and she go, she run away to you.

Fiction

“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”

Short Shorts

His eyes, dark brown and unwavering as he delivered the details.

Fiction

Ralph’s children had believed Christine was just after his money.

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Story of the Week

The baby in her belly is not a sibling, will never be their playmate.

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Story of the Week

The phone rang at an awkward hour, too late at night to be good news.