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Stories
Story of the Week
“I hope the scumbag rots in jail,” he yelled into the quiet night.
Fiction
The girl began to dance again, throwing her arms from side to side.
Story of the Week
If your father were here, he wouldn’t put up with your insolence.
Story of the Week
“For the entire time I was there I couldn’t get that out of my head.”
Poem of the Week
The moment in your drunk when you become rich! A connoisseur.
Story of the Week
One felt all the poor lady’s barriers were falling save her manner.
Poetry
This morning I watched two elephants dance the boogie-woogie.
Story of the Week
He resumed his nightly practice of writing without being able to see.
Story of the Week
He was last in Calcutta more than fifteen years ago, for his mother’s funeral.
Han Ru feels something vaguely discomfiting, followed by a surge of recognition.
iStories
Far below, the right fielder circles and stares, mitt raised to the sky.
Poem of the Week
He said, You have no brother. I didn’t know what he meant. I do now.
Poem of the Week
Each night I curl my body around a small piece of silence.
Fiction
She had a situation where she’d lost her driver’s license for speeding.
Nonfiction
If you want to know what to write, ask yourself what obsesses you.
Poem of the Week
It swims for a while, but abandons itself, slips from its own grasp.
Spring Contest Winners
We chose to stay in the brutality of that night, even as the girls walked away.
Fiction
We were in a play about affection. We were in a play about sex.
Fiction
“Now, just what brought you down all this way?” they wanted to know.
Fiction
“I’m in a Soviet tank in Siberia and I need to know if you know Nina Bowyer.”
Fiction
The pain lithified to numbness, and she recalled the time of his courtship.
Poem of the Week
We talked. She was the same inside as I am, from the same kind.
Fiction
The first time the world demanded more of me, I was twenty-nine.
Narrative Outloud
The people with pebbles go home to frolic under the detritus of the day.
Fall Contest Winners
I hear myself giving advice in my father’s voice: Take the emotion out.
