Stories
Story of the Week
Some inner voice told her that now or never her fate would be decided.
Fiction
I grabbed him by the face and told him life only comes to a person once.
Story of the Week
She favoured me with an even more viciously scornful “Don’t care!”
Story of the Week
For me, Selweh was the real magic. She was nothing like my mother.
Classics
When he had passed from view, I stumbled back from the window.
Story of the Week
In a way she enjoyed the slow, sad feeling of letting it go.
Fiction
Three months is a long time to be away from the person you love.
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.
Fiction
The chocolate was old, dusty white, the way chocolate gets after many years.
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She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.
Story of the Week
There was something in her voice, some awful, enduring fire.
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“I’m torturing you,” she said. “It isn’t fair.” Now I saw there were tears.
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Our life is fine as it is, she would say to him, and it seemed true.
Story of the Week
Mostly he was in a hurry, so he’d just stick it in and away we’d go.
Story of the Week
From the flight deck Gray could see home, wherever that might be.
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He guessed it was the worst thing he had ever seen or maybe ever would.
Story of the Week
Since his mother’s fall, Ali had been stopping by every week to help out.
Fiction
Why did it take Steven’s small coffin to get me to see my own son?
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When you are sixteen and sixty-five pounds, you are all shadows.
Story of the Week
The old man drinks some more liquor and whacks down two trees.
Story of the Week
Go came up with the idea that all things were part of a good conspiracy.
Story of the Week
I was thinking sex, she was thinking sex, but neither of us made a move.
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Had I always known this would happen? There had been no signs.
Story of the Week
Tony’d had guns pulled on him more times than he had toes.
