Stories

Nonfiction

He told his father he wanted to make art pictures, not lousy mobster stuff.

Story of the Week

I was free. The first step had been taken, and it was irrevocable.

Story of the Week

In a few days the troops were to go further on. I left the next day.

Story of the Week

Cruelty is cruelty and you don’t ask why, you just hit first and hit hard.

Story of the Week

I looked into their eyes and loved them, and wished to God I was dead.

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Story of the Week

I cradled the lifeless bird in my hand and marveled at its beauty.

Story of the Week

The woman who is known only through a man is known wrong.

Nonfiction

What humanity needed was that gravity-defying miracle, the bird.