Stories

Nonfiction

He’d be buried in the town he so desperately wanted to leave.

Nonfiction

Progressive stages of revision eliminate incidence in favor of essence.

Nonfiction

My grandfather committed my grandmother to a mental asylum.

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Nonfiction

Neither blood nor belonging accounted for my presence in Ghana.

Story of the Week

The survival of our world depends upon the cultivation of better language.

Nonfiction

Advance planning was never Hank’s strong suit, he had to leave her.

Nonfiction

I rented a house in the woods of East Hampton as a form of therapy.

Nonfiction

Fiction, no matter how short or long, is the art form of human yearning.

Nonfiction

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

Story of the Week

I should never have the notebook and the pencil in the right pockets.

Narrative “Tell Me A Story” High School Contest

Women should hate it when people whistle at their backs as they walk past.

Nonfiction

Later, in a sudden about-face, she gives herself to him entirely.

Story of the Week

I grew accustomed to seeing the sun rise and set from the school.

Narrative Taste

Why kill something so mild-mannered, entertaining, and sociable?

Nonfiction

I’m a theatrical lyricist. I would never choose to look fat in public.

Nonfiction

They do good things for us, the bats. But we do not want them there.

Nonfiction

We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.

Nonfiction

Your writing may need to be ruthless or amoral to be original.

Story of the Week

This Lee was a woman, and she was a painter, and she was good.

Story of the Week

The story doesn’t begin until the van breaks down, I always say.

Story of the Week

The store was one of his last-ditch efforts to make a pile of money.

Story of the Week

I loved hopping freight trains. It was cheap, dirty, and dangerous.

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Narrative Taste

Diane cupped my cheek in her hand, studying me, memorizing me.

Nonfiction

In the street waiting for a cab, Ann’s boyfriend entrusted me with the story.

Nonfiction

I would chase it to the shores of the lake where the killer waited.

Story of the Week

It is our nature to conform; it is a force which not many can resist.

Nonfiction

Early on, Castro learned and opposed the unfairness of things.

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Essays

Tonight these writers lower their eyes and silence their words.

Narrative “Tell Me A Story” High School Contest

My grandfather has a space where the tip of his thumb should be.