Stories

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She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.

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The author reads her story, a finalist in the Winter 2013 Story Contest.

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You could not look at Leila for long, and yet you longed to look at her.

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Sonja slapped her sister. How could she shed tears for the past?

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His beginnings, his genesis as a writer, and the fateful connections between life and art.

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An owl, as large and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.

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There’s this cool magazine online. They let people read it for free.

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Ann Beattie in a wonderful reading of her story “Find and Replace."

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He was just a bully, uncivilized, out of control, and wanting to lash out.

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Tobias Wolff reading two stories aloud: "Say Yes" and "Her Dog."

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He could not stop marveling at the velvet quality of her skin.

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A world of adventure awaited, a world of beautiful, available women.

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Sam was like family. He was the angel of my writing life in every word.

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Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.

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Lynn Freed reads from her collection, The Curse of the Appropriate Man.

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Iherde ich holde grete tale, an owle and one niyhtingale.

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Let us stifle under mud and affirm it is fitting and delicious to lose everything.

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We’d open our mouths and sink, trying to make an ocean of ourselves.

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As soon as her grandparents left, BLAM, the dance in her died.

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A little music. An empty bottle of whiskey. It’s a little like cheating.

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Our crowns are made of dead hair and get swept out with the trash.

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I eat what’s in front of me, as all great men do. Some wouldn’t, but I do.

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She does not know within a decade she will unload a slug into her mouth.