Stories

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Fiction

How much simpler and more satisfying was the company of men.

Fiction

I needed a paycheck a lot more than I needed to be kissed.

Story of the Week

The tree was shaggy and it bore scars of shrapnel from the war.

Story of the Week

The guards ripped off Mara’s clothes, pinning her head against the wall.

Nonfiction

I was convinced she’d be back in the morning, like the sun.

Fiction

The chocolate was old, dusty white, the way chocolate gets after many years.

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Short Shorts

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

Narrative Outloud

I was writing copy for cheapo furniture for a crummy ad agency.

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Winter Contest Winners

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

Narrative Outloud

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

Poem of the Week

However hard you try to make amends, they will still condemn you.

Story of the Week

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

Poem of the Week

We are going south where I know that my father is going to die.

Story of the Week

There was something in her voice, some awful, enduring fire.

Poetry

To articulate sweet sounds together is to work harder than all these.

Classics

I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams.

Poem of the Week

I’ll see you on the sea, they say, but then they float past on a raft

Graphic Stories

Since I am in my seventies, it is now or never, and I know it.

Nonfiction

Identify where you came from, where you are, and where you wish to go.

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Short Shorts

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

Fiction

If he’d had that seat belt on, he would have been pinned inside.

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Poetry Contest Winners

I sit next to a man I never loved but let kiss me wetly for two months.

Winter Contest Winners

“I’m torturing you,” she said. “It isn’t fair.” Now I saw there were tears.

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Nonfiction

He said he had come back to the prison because it was home.

Winter Contest Winners

Our life is fine as it is, she would say to him, and it seemed true.

iPoems

Always I obliged the urban tree, any speechless unblessed nature.

Six-Word Stories

The author reflects on a soldier‘s experience, in just six words.

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Story of the Week

Mostly he was in a hurry, so he’d just stick it in and away we’d go.

Poetry

Here is my aphorism of the day: Happy people are monogamous.