Stories

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The girl marched directly up to me, glaring, and said, “You hit my dog.”

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How’s everything? It’s been forever! Things with me are pretty good.

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Betrayal was written on my face, in my eyes, and I knew it.

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

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

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My own hunger was for a reduction in the vast space between people.

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

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You don’t know what it’s like to be so hungry that you’d steal to eat.

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I arrived that evening barefoot and swathed in a sort of striped toga.

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Carol Edgarian

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Here I am, king of the gods, making a fool of myself just to get under your gown.

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

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All down my street the new fathers beat the kingness out of the kings.

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Words appear like the answer to a question I hadn’t yet asked.

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Dan Gerber reads poems of boyhood, and from the end of his mother’s life.

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All day we lay on the bed, my hand stroking the deep gold of your thighs.

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When I went to Scotland for a wedding, I didn't plan on firing a gun.

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That day he stood on some threshold and paused and wept at his choice.

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Jennifer Egan’s A Visit From the Goon Squad wins Pulitzer Prize.

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I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.

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Charlie wasn’t Lena’s first love, but he counted on being her last.

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I tell my sister what I didn’t tell my father, I love you. Please, don’t die.

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My closet was a repository of foibles and fetishes, an archive of my life history.

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Don’t be afraid. The end of the road is so far ahead it is already behind us.

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I will tell you about the sick. They are ruthless, they are like Attila.