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Stories
Story of the Week
I saw Les gazing up at me. And that’s when I made my mistake.
Story of the Week
My country neither interested me nor inspired any sense of fealty.
Fiction
“She was breakable, and I probably knew it from the start.”
Fiction
She’s innocent, guilty of nothing but the need to be admired.
Fiction
At straight-up noon, the honeymoon was ruined, one day in.
Classics
I uttered words I will regret to my last breath, which is already near.
Story of the Week
“Rev. MacLean’s been stabbed in Oban,” his wife said, her voice thin.
Story of the Week
Half the women around here have a husband in some kind of fix.
Fiction
What was he, twenty, no, twenty-two years younger than me.
Story of the Week
It all started at Phillips Andover Academy when he was fourteen.
Story of the Week
“I know, I know, I shouldn’t have done it, but they had it coming.”
Fiction
I’d chosen three hundred boys out of the best Israel had to offer.
Story of the Week
Until now the man had not really lived, but simply existed, to be sure.
Story of the Week
The dean’s voice was stuck in my head. Plagiarism. Expulsion.
Story of the Week
Tirelessly her arm rose and fell, till the child at last fell at her feet.
Classics
“Some men’re like that. They have to see what they’re missing.”
Fall Contest Winners
I found myself wondering what her life had been in her widowhood.
Story of the Week
Sitting beside a heap of steaming dung I felt in great poetic form.
Fiction
We’ve tried, but it seems it is in the stars for us to hate each other.
Story of the Week
On that still, snowy day, Mick’s neck popped like a flaming log.
Fall Contest Winners
You know how good she has always been at hiding herself.
Fiction
My husband screws around. Not much and not often, but I know.
Story of the Week
“Folks need other folks, that’s all I mean. Especially here in the Ohio.”
Fiction
Luther always had his eye on the back fence, as if he was like an animal.
Story of the Week
So long as there was money, the girl felt established, and brutally proud.
Story of the Week
I went for a natural, “I look pretty even when I’m giving birth,” look.
Story of the Week
I have three girls from my previous marriages, but she beats them all.
