Stories
Narrative High School Writing Contest
we stiletto back to floodlit stages and boy flesh / stripped sequins
Story of the Week
Virginia surprises herself: she wants this warmth, wants skin and breath.
Poem of the Week
Lean close and kiss each other: dig down as far as down goes.
N30B Winners
It was a very strange dinner. I didn’t dare ask my parents questions.
Winter Contest Winners
I made him love me. To feel abandonment—again.
Story of the Week
Instead of attunement, I was given a pair of size 6 Toughskins.
Fiction
No woman he’d ever been with responded so unmistakably.
Story of the Week
These men don’t ask me to remove my scarf, even though it’s mid-July.
Readers' Narratives
We had learned not to stare. In Las Vegas, this rule does not apply.
Poetry
What a noise it must have made long ago. It’s not just me saying this.
Poem of the Week
Tonight’s moon has dropped its shawl. I’m in the yard again, waiting.
Graphic Stories
I bought chips from the one open store, but can’t figure out how to eat them.
Story of the Week
You know that sex isn’t everything. It’s time to get a move on.
Story of the Week
My sister says, vicious as possible, “Don’t you dare try to protect me.”
Story of the Week
Frank Avery came into the kitchen. In his left hand he carried a .22 pistol.
Fiction
He was afraid he would be sucked into the world like this cousin had.
First & Second Looks
I felt a blush rise to my skin, the sense of being trapped, helpless, exposed.
The sounds of flies, wind, human voices and breaths mingle with the hum of a dog’s snore.
Poetry
The city is lit with all its lights. I’m up in the air. It is yes until I die.
Poetry
poor Larry. you never asked to be raised from your tomb.
Poem of the Week
I’m a slave to the question what kind of music would ever dare leave you.
First & Second Looks
Then they pulled out their swords, and like two bulls they lashed.
Fall Contest Winners
I became a realist the moment they tied a brick to my balls.
Poem of the Week
These things once-living drift toward the stone more movingly.
