Stories
Fiction
“Aren’t you full of surprises,” Talinda would have said. If she had known.
Fiction
“Whoa, look—the monkey prof. Can you believe it? He was just on TV.”
Fiction
From the roof, my husband observed daily a man and a woman having sex.
Fiction
This is not America! It is not the America I grew up in, it’s
a joke.
a joke.
Story of the Week
There was a time when all I wanted was go back. Ask all the questions.
Fiction
She pulls quickly on her cigarette and blows it at me through the phone.
Story of the Week
The consensus was that all the great writers drank way too much.
Story of the Week
It was a Tuesday, so they made love. She thought it was a fair compromise.
Classics, Story of the Week
Both Sherlock Holmes and I had a weakness for the Turkish bath.
Story of the Week
Sometimes the phone would ring and ring, and I’d go answer. It was him.
Story of the Week
“I have always had a gift of feeling what is in other people’s hearts.”
Fiction
“were all here pregaming. at my dads apt. Wher the duck are u.”
Fiction
No one answered. I turned to his parents. My stomach felt on fire.
Fiction
We didn’t give the order to drop the bomb. But thank God somebody did.
Fiction
For the first time in her life she stood naked in the open air.
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It was good they were Africans, she thought. It meant less danger.
Fiction
Anytime I drifted off I wished to wake up against a cold, silent body.
Fiction
It’s a mistake to be here, he thinks, but he doesn’t turn around.
Story of the Week
Gramps’ will was a fifty-year diary, all jammed onto two sheets.
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When I meet his gaze, he’s frowning, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
When saw the fury in his eyes, I thought he was going to kill him.
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We were hurtling close to a hundred miles an hour through the dark.
Classics
“I suppose there have been a good many men killed in this room.”
Fiction
Stopping it, Cye knows, is like stopping a tsunami with a tennis racket.
Fiction
He was staring at his car like you might a stare at a dog.
Fiction
“I might surprise you,” Mr. Maxi said. Polly hoped he’d go all out.
Story of the Week
I am drawn to these victims because I was there the night they were killed.
