Stories
Story of the Week
I think you might have turned into a novelist, if we’d been allowed to go on.
Fiction
The sense of power that flights of temper evoke will betray you.
Fiction
A coldness bumped a last kiss upon my cheek, a good-bye kiss sliding across.
Fiction
The stupider the president the more power you arrange for him.
Fiction
She was no man’s dark dream, only a girl forced to swim half-clothed.
Story of the Week
She accused her husband with great drama of having destroyed her life.
Story of the Week
He only told the world what the world wanted to hear from a guy who graduated from Harvard.
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Kitty reached the age of twenty-five and was still unmarried.
Story of the Week
I saw it on her face that day, a look like her heart would drift into the sky.
Fiction
We were in a play about affection. We were in a play about sex.
Fiction
“I’m in a Soviet tank in Siberia and I need to know if you know Nina Bowyer.”
Fiction
The pain lithified to numbness, and she recalled the time of his courtship.
Fiction
Joanie’s face was something she’d borrowed from Miró, from Picasso.
Fiction
She’d seen snakes before, but she’d never really looked at one, until now.
Story of the Week
There was to be a thunder-storm, and afterwards a cold continuous rain.
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He pushed aside a photograph of a man with a knife stuck in his eye.
When I think on it, I can’t believe I’m going to kill two people over weed.
Story of the Week
She wonders if he will be all right. She assumes he has four-wheel drive.
Story of the Week
Say what you will, a human being has the right to their own body.
Fiction
He was ready to move on, to touch his patients, to cut them open.
Fiction
Sister Barbara folded her arms like a forbearing husband.
Story of the Week
I found Lowell’s gun a long time ago. He’s not a genius at hiding things.
Story of the Week
There lay before us a bag that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of gold.
Fiction
I repeated the name thoughtfully, then said no, I didn’t think I knew her.
