Stories
Story of the Week
There was no sense in brushing off or any other civilized thing.
Fiction
Frank kept his face blank as he read the orders: Report to Berlin.
Story of the Week
They went to pray for the dead. It was important to shed some tears.
Story of the Week
Felicia knew why he was there. He was waiting. Waiting for her.
Story of the Week
Chess was a humiliation that hung over him like a leper’s bell.
Story of the Week
For all the stories they’d concocted, the real one electrified them.
Fiction
So that’s what I’d look like if every beauty parlor in the world shut down.
Fiction
The allure of Mardi Gras is to feel this way: unseen and unseeable.
Story of the Week
She is complaisant with all her clothes off. She moves to his touch.
Story of the Week
Devanand Simon was twenty-five when the bodies fell from the sky.
Fiction
Everything they needed was there. Everything they needed, they had.
Fiction
“Elohim, we lasted through all the shit of training, and now it’s over.”
Story of the Week
At age eighteen, Deirdre packed her bags and moved to New York City.
Fiction
We are like a village here, separated from the rest of the world.
Fiction
Poems and stories are the whisperings of angels we cannot see.
Fiction
“Please, please, please,” she begged the class. “Please don’t do it.”
Story of the Week
The elevator inside him begins to fall with dizzying speed.
Fiction
She knew what boys can do to girls: if the girls are alone, and helpless.
Fiction
With a couple, there must be one who outlives the other: the survivor.
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He left the Meijer in the dark of the April evening and drove to the Embassy.
Story of the Week
“I’m looking for a Mr. Miller,” he said. “I was told I might find him here.”
Story of the Week
I had never thought of bed before as anything but an innocent place.
Story of the Week
Somehow, Captain Brown made himself respected in Cranford.
Story of the Week
“Are all the girls really beautiful? Is it true you make out in the showers?”
