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Stories

Graphic Stories
My Father
by Shannon Wheeler
My father grew up wealthy and had an arrogance he never escaped.
Poem of the Week
My Father at Twenty-Three, on the Highway Side of an Overpass Fence
by Edgar Kunz
In all the faded retellings of that night, there’s a lot he left out.
Poem of the Week
My Father Quoting Shakespeare Late at Night
by David Tucker
Then came “the sea of trouble” as he crumpled his bank statement.
Story of the Week
My Father Was a Writer
by Andre Dubus III
Cruelty is cruelty and you don’t ask why, you just hit first and hit hard.
Poetry
My Father’s Ampersand
by William Fargason
I take the box against my chest like a portal to my father’s heart
Story of the Week
My First Book: “Treasure Island”
by Robert Louis Stevenson
The future of the book began to appear among imaginary woods.
Fall Contest Winners
My First Boy
by Julie Diamond
He would sneak into my room, we would have sex, he would sneak out.
Poem of the Week
My First Story
by Judith Harris
They’re still there since they never grew old. The story is never finished.
Story of the Week
My Fourth Fall
by Pia Z. Ehrhardt
What were the unsafe things to say even in a thirty-year marriage?
Poetry Contest Winners
My Grandfather Delivers a Survivor’s Testimony at Yad Vashem
by Avia Tadmor
There are parts of a man that are born again with each of his daughters.
iPoems
My Grandmother
by Patrick Phillips
Someday you’ll understand, darling. Everyone will just—vanish!
Story of the Week
My Grandmother’s Garden
by Willa Cather
I must never go to the garden without a heavy stick or a corn-knife.
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Classics
My Kinsman, Major Molineux
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Readers' Narratives
My Kitchen, Austin, Texas
by Jeanette Tyson
A cold wind screams across the empty shelves of the fridge.
Nonfiction
My Mess of Conflicting Emotions
by S. E. Daniels
Though I’ve never killed anything myself, I’ve been complicit.
Poetry
My Milk
by Allison Albino
I keep dripping milk until I’m sitting in a pool of it, sticky, white. I can’t move.
Poetry
My Mom Serves Tea to Her Robbers
by Naomi Shihab Nye
She was so happy they were going to save her from the city of Dallas.
Six-Word Stories
My Mother
by Clyde Phillips
Readers' Narratives
My Mother’s Marathons
by Sara Houghteling
It is not surprising that her solo marathon did not turn out as planned.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
My Neighbors Make a Ghost
by Stella Lei
Even Medusa was beautiful once, before the sea, snakes, stone. Any chimera is regal if you turn a certain way. Even Medusa was beautiful.
Poem of the Week
My Only Life
by Lisa Olstein
My shadow is cast by the paleness of a certain star.
Poetry
My Opera
by Kim Addonizio
It ends with a flourish like smashing a glass in the fireplace.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
My Rickshaw
by Anna Buryachenko
Poetry
My Son
by Johanna Magin
Real, I tell him, is a concept reserved for those who have been born.
iStories
My Strength Is That of a Hundred Men Because My Heart Is Pure
by Jessica Francis Kane
She rocks quickly from side to side, proud, lifting herself higher.
Story of the Week
My Thanksgiving Procedure
by J.C. Duffy
My girlfriend, Sweet Polly Purebred, left me for George of the Jungle.
Poem of the Week
My Third Time
by Lucien Darjeun Meadows
My hands only knew. The painkillers in our mothers’ cabinets.
Poem of the Week
My Two Wild Hands
by Akosua Afiriyie-Hwedie
I want something warm that won’t feel shame lying over me.
Story of the Week
My Watch: An Instructive Little Tale
by Mark Twain
He looked a look of vicious happiness and eagerly pried the watch open.
Nonfiction
My Whole Entire Life
by Richard Smith
I wanted to be a citizen of the empire called American Express.