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Stories

Story of the Week
I looked up how much everything would cost. Giving birth: $9,000.
Story of the Week
When you turn fifty, you have to prove to yourself you’ve got something left.
Story of the Week
He showered, shaved, put on a clean shirt, then lay down to die.
Fall Contest Winners
You’re feminist? Neither one of you. You just like getting into fights.
Fiction
They’d developed Santa’s entire system, had written the code.
Story of the Week
Before April rings the chime, she forces her way up out of herself.
Story of the Week
Michael Kohlhasas carried one virtue to too great an extreme.
Story of the Week
In chess as in love, openings could be only so original. But this was uncanny.
Fiction
The blackness of her hair seemed to pull the color from her body.
Story of the Week
I became a symbol of freedom, a miracle who had escaped the Devil.
Story of the Week
Fletcher was a squad leader. He ought to be able to get a girl.
Fiction
Third Place
Story of the Week
Oh, how fascinating it was, watching it all! It was exactly like a play.
Fiction
Dad doesn’t believe I’m beauty queen material. I believe in myself.
Story of the Week
The success is deserved, I think: certainly it was not lightly gained.
Masterpieces
I am going to relate to you the most lamentable love affair of my life.
Fiction
Her body had become a scale, a device for measuring grief.
Story of the Week
The heron returns; the sky veils her stars; then bares them.
Story of the Week
With a world full of foolishly dangerous men, what’s a mother to do?
Story of the Week
Most people come to Africa because they are drawn to its misery.
Spring Contest Winners
His shirt, he realized, was completely soaked, and he could actually see his heart rippling beneath the cotton.
Story of the Week
It’s a girls’ college we’re going to, but all the guys know Polly’s name.
Story of the Week
We all agreed we would evolve into something, a family of sorts.
Story of the Week
Elinor had loved a man. The journey’s purpose was that she might forget.
Fiction
His mother’s face had been that pretty, though more resigned.
Story of the Week
Ms. Marmelstein led with her eyelashes, curling out like scimitars.
Story of the Week
He was tall too—that was part of the impression of big, of lots, of plenty.
Fall Contest Winners
He would sneak into my room, we would have sex, he would sneak out.
Narrative High School Writing Contest