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Stories

Story of the Week
The dean’s voice was stuck in my head. Plagiarism. Expulsion.
Poem of the Week
so this god is only wood and holes, a blank, like the moon’s unlit side.
iStories
Loved this little portal to my past so much that I went looking for others.
Story of the Week
Tirelessly her arm rose and fell, till the child at last fell at her feet.
First & Second Looks
Classics
“Some men’re like that. They have to see what they’re missing.”
Fiction
Darla has come to the monument to fight against her mind.
Fiction
He picked up a fairy disguised as a go-go dancer and brought her home.
Narrative Outloud
Jennifer Egan’s A Visit From the Goon Squad wins Pulitzer Prize.
Narrative Outloud
Lust was just a frenzy of activity that had mostly led Benny in circles.
Nonfiction
That autumn, my first in San Francisco, I ran short of money.
Poem of the Week
I wanted to ask what her secret was but I was too busy knitting socks.
Poetry
The dead and alive who we will never see again but in dream or memory.
Story of the Week
No-Horse sucked his lips, imagined the taste of the white girls’ hips.
Fiction
He could not help but take her as his wife. She was a scandal.
Fall Contest Winners
I found myself wondering what her life had been in her widowhood.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
Time stops as the ball rolls tantalizingly around the rim.
Fiction
I could become something new. Improved. Like detergent.
Nonfiction
He probably should have arrested or at least reported me to someone.
Classics, Story of the Week
I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention.
Story of the Week
Sitting beside a heap of steaming dung I felt in great poetic form.
Fiction
We’ve tried, but it seems it is in the stars for us to hate each other.
Poem of the Week
Hands that have waved farewell, sooner or later I will see them again.
Poem of the Week
Will you bless us, who are so in need of blessing? The world tires.
Story of the Week
On that still, snowy day, Mick’s neck popped like a flaming log.
Fiction
She’s innocent, guilty of nothing but the need to be admired.
Story of the Week
Recently a man in my town took up residence on the football field.