Stories
Fiction
While they stand in line Robin leans into his chest. They don't talk.
Story of the Week
A whippoorwill called, a lonely voice among the cedars.
Story of the Week
The lion was still near them, stalking. Crazed against its cautionary nature.
Story of the Week
I never actually existed. I didn’t know it at the time, but it’s clear as day.
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Can there have been something in my letter, that unlucky letter?
Winter Contest Winners
We can be naked in black light, the smell of unwash and old pot.
Spring Contest Winners
“I don’t think I can do this,” she says, after a pause. “I don’t trust you.”
Fall Contest Winners
Lydda, when she closes her eyes, has traded one war zone for another.
Story of the Week
She wonders when she made the decision. Palmela, Santiago?
Spring Contest Winners
My job requires me to make things disappear like a Vegas magician.
Story of the Week
The window washer smiles a little and licks his lips. Nadine smiles back.
Story of the Week
Dad is catnip to the lady residents. He’s tall and lean, plus he’s got all his hair.
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The nights she and Wade have sex she can’t do so without feeling guilty.
Classics, Story of the Week
Dexter was unconsciously dictated to by his winter dreams.
Story of the Week
Of course she had known. Nothing in this life escaped her design.
Everywhere, people ogled the ring. Everywhere, Emeline posted pictures.
Winter Contest Winners
Her mother singing out the window at trucks slamming the other way.
Fiction
He never stopped reminding me that I was born in Harmony, Georgia.
Story of the Week
You’re going to have a difficult life if you can’t figure out where to stand.
Story of the Week
Something is wrong with that place. Someone’s still there . . .
Story of the Week
There were so many tired, frayed words thick in the air around her.
Fiction
A rumour went round that the Australians had bulletproof clothing.
Story of the Week
Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands.
Story of the Week
At first he was mortified. Another person harboured ill will towards him.
Story of the Week
You’ve seen her almost every day, going to and from the gardens.
Fall Contest Winners
“Fuck you,” I said, but it was hard to say it with any meaning.
Fiction
Not the Olympics, the guard said. Just chuck yourself down the tube.
Story of the Week
They had been good girls. They stood by him when he killed a man.
Fiction
We began to obsess over water, where it came from, where it was going.
Fiction
Her cheek was like a plum about to burst and you had to close your eyes.
