Stories
Story of the Week
You’re safe here. A prison might be the safest place to meet a man.
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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.
Story of the Week
Mel’s roommate was making love. Her friend was making babies.
Story of the Week
He sobbed; he said he would go to therapy, stop drinking.
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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.
Story of the Week
He’s walking loopy, so I know he’s been had something besides beer.
Story of the Week
Liz wore a brass wedding ring, and had no marriage certificate to show.
Fiction
A woman from the next table eyed him and he eyed her right back.
Story of the Week
You’d imagined yourself in the doorway, giving her a knowing look.
Story of the Week
We drove, talking fast, fast, fast. He was always going for my zipper.
Story of the Week
His eyes rested on the trees. By George, it’s like the garden of Eden.
Fiction
Their leader is a badly wounded boy in need of wounding others.
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Idzia is a little monster. For a monster, though, she’s awfully cute.
Story of the Week
I had pasted a pink Post-it to my phone screen that said DON’T DRINK.
Fiction
Oh shit! I had that a while ago. Didn’t think I still did. So, so sorry.
Story of the Week
Bobby doesn’t want more birthdays. He wishes the crash had killed him.
Story of the Week
I’m not afraid of dying. I’ve died on camera before. It’s not so bad.
Story of the Week
Marshall and Mrs. Checchi, it seemed, had this philosophy in common.
Story of the Week
The everlasting shines through in the threshold between worlds.
