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.

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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

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.

Fiction

He longed only for Claire’s strange seriousness, her silent focus.

Fiction

He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.

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Classics

I had the tongue of an adder and my heart was black with rage and hate.

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.

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

I saw her bed wasn’t slept in and knew—something had happened.

Fiction

“Bo? I need you to be a big boy now,” she said. “Are you ready?"

Fiction

On her wedding day Ellen accidently locked herself inside the pantry.

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?”

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Short Shorts

Arnold’s daily life was a race between money and death.

Fiction

The place your truest self inhabited was the place you could not bear.

Fiction

Despite cell phones, they seem connected only by smoke.

Story of the Week

Mostly, 90 percent of the time, the big ones trigger the bad attacks.

Fiction

Of the sixteen candidates only eight would make the final cut.

Fiction

Their hands were acting as airfoils, producing lift, not drag.

Fiction

There were women everywhere, all naked or nearly naked.

Fiction

She heard the lowing of cattle, shouting, the crack of whips.

Fiction

Now all I was, all I had ever been, when it came down to it, was a tenant.