Stories
Story of the Week
Derek was holding a gun. The barrel was pointed at his own temple.
Fiction
Sneaking was one thing, entering a bar with a someone else’s ID another.
Story of the Week
It was a Saturday night in November when his diagnosis finally came.
Story of the Week
I managed to talk sensible Alice into a little pink outfit and high heels.
Fiction
Part of me wished I’d never tried heroin. The rest wanted to be high.
Fiction
Just before four in the morning, the dog barks, the headlights appear.
Story of the Week
Mafia didn’t like me, except for the tickling game. It went like this.
Story of the Week
She is eight years old and doesn’t recognize the word divorce.
Story of the Week
It had been four weeks and five days since she confronted him.
Story of the Week
Once she had loved him. When had she stopped? She did not know.
Story of the Week
“Nothing does you so much harm as being in disgrace for lying.”
Story of the Week
The little door would appear in my mind’s eye, except that now it was ajar.
Story of the Week
He’ll probably try to get her in the sack, just to stay in practice.
Story of the Week
I know quite well that I’m still a beginner and have a long way to go.
Fiction
I had to prepare. I had to be able to save us from what was coming.
Spring Contest Winners
She must know she was a mistake, what they call now a surprise.
Story of the Week
The features of the girl in the bathing suit suggest a mixed-race origin.
Fiction
What would make a sane person want to watch such blood sport?
Story of the Week
“I hope the scumbag rots in jail,” he yelled into the quiet night.
Fiction
The girl began to dance again, throwing her arms from side to side.
Story of the Week
If your father were here, he wouldn’t put up with your insolence.
Story of the Week
One felt all the poor lady’s barriers were falling save her manner.
Story of the Week
He resumed his nightly practice of writing without being able to see.
Story of the Week
He was last in Calcutta more than fifteen years ago, for his mother’s funeral.
Han Ru feels something vaguely discomfiting, followed by a surge of recognition.
Fiction
She had a situation where she’d lost her driver’s license for speeding.
Fiction
“Now, just what brought you down all this way?” they wanted to know.
Fiction
The first time the world demanded more of me, I was twenty-nine.
Story of the Week
It takes a strong woman to make any sort of success in the West.
