Stories

Story of the Week

Man is always beginning everything anew, even in his own life.

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Story of the Week

Felicia knew why he was there. He was waiting. Waiting for her.

Story of the Week

The survival of our world depends upon the cultivation of better language.

Story of the Week

“We see you tryin’ to hide. Ain’t no use tryin’ to hide in God’s House.”

A Memory in Limbo
It could be plucked from anyone’s childhood, so achingly familiar are the sights and sounds of a grown-up party in this coming-of-age vignette.

Poem of the Week

Have two children to keep around the house in case one goes missing.

Poetry Contest Winners

Tongue, eye, nose—which has the shortest route to the brain, heart?

Poem of the Week

Here’s where memory, where waves of light washed over him.

First & Second Looks

I knew it was Bible hell she had in mind, hell that went on and on.

Story of the Week

“Maybe you should leave the rumba to those who know how to do it.”

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Story of the Week

He ended every year in this manner, writing and dreaming.

Editors' Note

Narrative offers any reader a modern pocket library.

Narrative “Tell Me A Story” High School Contest

We are in his car. “Bell, I’m starving. Want to go for a burger or pizza?”

I panic. Pizza. 285 calories per slice. Burgers. Harder to estimate.

Story of the Week

Chess was a humiliation that hung over him like a leper’s bell.

Story of the Week

“I’d like to talk to C about her personal statement,” Blattman said.

Short Shorts

Our house sits alone out in the country, seven miles north of town.

Winter Contest Winners

I can see on him how things are changing for and against us.

Story of the Week

Lorenzo and me, we’d squat our own building. It was the new frontier.

Fiction

My daughter’s favorite game is Holocaust. She’s quite inventive.

Poem of the Week

I want to remember us this way—sun streaming through the window.

Poem of the Week

Streetlights throw the blinds against the ceiling. It’s 7:00 p.m.

First & Second Looks
Poetry

Royal baby George is tucked in the crook of his mother’s elbow.

Nonfiction

Advance planning was never Hank’s strong suit, he had to leave her.

Story of the Week

Paul King was shiftless and drunken; ugly tales were told of him.

Story of the Week

For all the stories they’d concocted, the real one electrified them.

Story of the Week

She did not leave him for the sailor. So why should he be angry?

Fiction

So that’s what I’d look like if every beauty parlor in the world shut down.

Story of the Week

Two weeks after she and Mark were married, Hannah fell in love.