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Stories

Fiction
Miriam slept at the ranch often, although little sleep happened there.
Fiction
There’s no way to escape a storm at sea; it hits you, and you can’t hit back.
Story of the Week
He knew deep down that only her ridiculous optimism kept them going.
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“My brother’s last words to me were about you. Did you know that?”
Fiction
Ever since she believed he was cheating, she felt erotically obsessed.
Story of the Week
Enjoy the prison. It’s very impressive, worth spending some time!
Fiction
Riding back from her studio, Ivy thought, I’ll just stop for a minute.
Fiction
You could take your pick from an array of rebellions to consider.
Fiction
“Why on earth are you taking luxury cruise passengers to Zamboanga?”
Fiction
Doctor Dressler left her a note: Suicide. Back by 7:00. Love, Max.
Fiction
It’s way past 10 p.m. and we have no idea where our child is.
Fiction
Dance with you? I said after a moment. That’s your dare?
Classics
Was he taking them to the races? If so, they were happy to see him.
Story of the Week
For days after she left him, he roamed the house, unable to function.
Story of the Week
It was the stove I ran to check when the smoke alarm went off.
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Mother had always told me that everybody loves a self-absorbed ass.
Story of the Week
Her top lip lingered behind, pressed between his. They were soaked.
Story of the Week
Order and gardens. Penelope liked things to grow just as they would.
Story of the Week
Not long after Christmas, the smoke really hit Melbourne.
Story of the Week
Joshua was well versed in things to which I was not yet privy, like sex.
Fiction
He’s gonna change the way we farm around here. Make it more like India.
Fiction
Is there some one way a guy should be on his wedding day, dickwad?
Story of the Week
Loss. That word echoed in my ears as my eyes ranged around the garden.
Story of the Week
Our neighbors the Bells are watching, watching us when we play outside.
Fiction
“Out to lunch,” she learns from an older colleague, is a euphemism.
Story of the Week
The architect is twice my age and owns an ivy-covered house.
Story of the Week
The sedan clipped their front bumper and pitched Bill’s car into a slide.
Fiction
Eight years, and she was ready to call it quits. They were both ready.
Story of the Week
I’m trying to decide if I’m too cold to be curious, when the box meows.
Fiction
Another girl like an origami crane, given to a reckless boy who unfolds it.