Stories
Narrative Outloud
He twisted like a weasel in the sack, lashing backward with his fist.
Poem of the Week
A psychologist told me we can train our dreams. I practice each night.
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How do you beat a man who refuses to rise from a puddle of his own blood.
Readers' Narratives
I was a Ronald Reagan in a generation of Woody Harrelsons.
Poem of the Week
Everyone has something lodged and jittering inside them.
Story of the Week
Definitely believe what you hear about the problems with painkillers.
Fiction
The first murder had been a half dozen years ago in a warmer city.
Poem of the Week
Exit the building. Say nothing to anyone. They did. And they didn’t.
Story of the Week
There lay before us a bag that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of gold.
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A dead body leaned sideways against a wall. Its eyes were open.
Story of the Week
References to and portrayals of hypocrisy, moral sloth, venery.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
I come home in the evenings to Mother scraping my scalp for God.
Poem of the Week
Ajax can answer all this killing only with the killing of himself.
Nonfiction
Buster’s reasons for looking after Marco weren’t entirely altruistic.
Nonfiction
Trump reminded me of the guys I grew up with on Long Island.
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The first rule of the house is that everything must be even stevens.
Story of the Week
They all pivoted to face us, tan mannequins on a conveyor belt.
First & Second Looks
The question of love was a dark hole into which Lucy swam daily.
Poetry
Slice a finger while opening a beer can, fizz the gin high in tumblers.
Story of the Week
He bound me to blind obedience, for which I’d shown a propensity.
Poem of the Week
We press closer to look at a picture: a handcuffed boy leaning toward us.
Poem of the Week
The emblazoned vessel performed my false and vulgar life—I knelt to it.
Fiction
“I can’t believe she’s drinking,” she said. “I just can’t believe it.”
iPoems
And both of them standing there in late afternoon light, looking back.
Story of the Week
Let him search, Tricia thought, who knew what he might discover.
Story of the Week
He was alongside without preamble. Elephants are not stealthy by nature.
Readers' Narratives
Siess’s passion for law enforcement found satisfaction in harassing kids.
