Stories
Fiction
They give me a pitying look, as if I am alone, and they are invincible.
Story of the Week
Their eyes met from time to time. I thought about what I could tell her.
Fiction
I imagined myself magnanimous, but now I see. I have been cruel.
Fiction
No woman he’d ever been with responded so unmistakably.
Story of the Week
These men don’t ask me to remove my scarf, even though it’s mid-July.
Story of the Week
Frank Avery came into the kitchen. In his left hand he carried a .22 pistol.
Fiction
He was afraid he would be sucked into the world like this cousin had.
Story of the Week
He sobbed; he said he would go to therapy, stop drinking.
Fall Contest Winners
I became a realist the moment they tied a brick to my balls.
Classics
After her divorce she took up with a cowboy named Wicks.
Story of the Week
He can’t remember the last time they made love. It has become a game.
Fiction
No matter how hard I played, it was like I was performing inside a vacuum.
Fiction
He spoke of the river’s origins as though telling of the birth of a god.
Story of the Week
“It’s so unfair being accused of doing something you didn’t do.”
Story of the Week
You’re safe here. A prison might be the safest place to meet a man.
N30B Winners
You decide that in this city all things are possible, even happiness.
Fiction
Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.
Fiction
Abe shot himself, first year out of high school. Assholes said he was queer.
Story of the Week
I felt that Teddy occupied a range below acceptability, even among boys.
Story of the Week
She closed her mind to all familiar shapes and strained back.
Story of the Week
Live Dangerously! If you get hurt, the suffering will bring a new being.
Story of the Week
“Just sex,” I say, and the old feeling is back, the creeping nausea.
N30B Winners
Boys called him Lorry Raja and imitated his high-stepping walk.
Story of the Week
He saw the car bearing down and gave it the finger, a snarl on his face.
