Stories
Nonfiction
It was an act that made me feel safer but also somehow more imperiled.
Fiction
On the small of my daughter’s back is a two-inch tattoo. MADE IN CHINA.
Story of the Week
Silence, a weapon of choice, hung between them, cut through the air.
Story of the Week
The excursion brought shape to that entire scruff-covered summer.
Story of the Week
They met on the app in April, shortly after her twenty-ninth birthday.
Fiction
Oh, how did people do it? How did they find some way to be happy?
Fiction
“Can’t you see Hemingway’s having breakfast with his grandson?”
Fiction
She sips the coffee and thinks about throwing herself off the balcony.
Fiction
They wrapped him in bandages from all three kits. The old man watched them.
Story of the Week
Pushing by the man, he ran down the street towards the station.
Winter Contest Winners
Blacked-out little angel, you shuffle home under the streetlights.
Story of the Week
She’d do anything once, to know what it was like.
Story of the Week
I was under a spell, those days. I had been ever since I’d first seen her.
Story of the Week
He’s an excellent student. It’s just that . . . he thinks ideas are real.
Fiction
It lay slumped where they’d dragged it, a fright of an animal.
Story of the Week
Everyone roared at her wit. Ravenous children prowled like tigers.
Story of the Week
He thought about kissing her. Then he decided that she was just lonely.
Love Story Contest
Interviewer said he had no intention of stealing anything from Subject.
Story of the Week
She looked over through the falling snow. “Jack?” she said. “Is that you?”
Story of the Week
It is February in Ukraine. Juliana tells the reporter she just wants to live in her country.
Fiction
The scent of lighter fluid and tobacco drifted in through the window.
Story of the Week
The neighbors were Ukrainians with bad tempers and owned guns.
Story of the Week
At nineteen I lived for three months as an earnest cocaine addict.
Fiction
The room barely fit a bed, a chest of drawers, and a rocker, all not hers.
Story of the Week
“You could come, too! No one’s forcing you to go to fucking China.”
Story of the Week
Don’t start conversations or attract attention. Don’t be suspicious.
Story of the Week
It changes nothing. It’s nasty shit, and you’ve gotta get clean.
