Stories
Story of the Week
In a job like that you see the dirty work of Empire at close quarters.
Nonfiction
We’re all trying, in our own ways, to parse what we may have done wrong.
Nonfiction
If you’re going to take a degree, take one from the best school you can.
Nonfiction
It’s not clear that Hemingway completely knew what he was doing.
Nonfiction
There is often a rather fine line between laughing and crying.
Nonfiction
X wants, but Y gets in the way: the equation of desire and obstacle.
Story of the Week
Both dogs were barking now—their barking urgent, hysterically pitched.
Story of the Week
The girl I was could not have imagined the woman I grew up to become.
Story of the Week
No one perhaps has ever felt passionately towards a pencil.
Story of the Week
The horror of the waste appalls me. This beauty. This habitation of dream.
Nonfiction
I grip the handlebar and pin my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable crash.
Narrative Taste
Chocolate promises a happy ending. I believed in that promise.
Nonfiction
I want to dispute that depression is by definition pathological.
Nonfiction
Any society that fails to protect its children is in terminal decline.
Winter Contest Winners
They drink hard liquor and growl about which musicians are hot.
Story of the Week
Struggling to find my budget hotel, my stress rose as the sun faded.
Story of the Week
“Look down,” I said, comb in hand. “Let me check behind your ears.”
Story of the Week
I was getting a little fogged, but I recognized irony when I heard it.
Nonfiction
These days murder is as common as love scenes were in the 1930s.
Classics
The danger with a young contributor is that he may be his own rival.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
Time stops as the ball rolls tantalizingly around the rim.
Nonfiction
After days of torture in secret prisons, they were about to let him go.
Classics, Story of the Week
These are notes that please the great heart of man.
Nonfiction
He was frightened, a creature no more or less unbound by time than I am.
Story of the Week
Americans didn’t invent courage, but we are no strangers to it.
Classics
The true Lesson of the Master is, simply, to husband one’s own stupidity.
