Stories
Fiction
He tried to regain that moment of grace, but there was no conjuring it.
Story of the Week
His voice was wrung with panic as he spit curses like spoiled milk.
Winter Contest Winners
Unnatural as a ghost; the thought rose unbidden to his mind.
Story of the Week
Instead, she stares right at us, her shoulder half-naked in broad daylight.
Story of the Week
From that day on, Sivaprakasam got embroiled in an ungodly mess.
Story of the Week
Her anger was white and cold. It sent seams of ice through my heart.
Story of the Week
She was here. She could not go on. It was the end—the end of the world.
Classics
Her knees seemed about to give way, and he quickly grabbed her elbow.
Fiction
Our grandmothers were bakers and nurses, spies and traitors.
Story of the Week
All of those feelings—you do not have them, they have you.
Fiction
A scene from the night before comes rushing forward like a dream.
Winter Contest Winners
These days, I am less of an irony detector and more of a lyrical drone.
Spring Contest Winners
He loathed them most, despising their desire to get on with things.
Fiction
Brod stopped her before she could fling the latte in Marcella’s face.
Story of the Week
The day was beyond the reach of words like tragic and hilarious.
Masterpieces
I thought how she must thrash with savage agility when she made love.
Fiction
The barman emanated paranoia, the male customers sat introspecting.
Story of the Week
Somehow my confession became a sharp knife I kept hidden in a drawer.
Story of the Week
The story of Wing Biddlebaum’s hands is worth a book in itself.
Story of the Week
I danced with Gerard until we were spinning so hard we fell down.
Story of the Week
I’ve got other plans. And they don’t center on ringnecks.
Story of the Week
Peering into the soap bubbles, she briefly imagined herself inside one.
Story of the Week
Some people are so beautiful, they belong everywhere they go.
Story of the Week
A dangerous heat came from him, the heat of some interior decay.
Story of the Week
In the thickening smoke the workers clawed and flailed at one another.
Story of the Week
His chest was sweaty and his T-shirt stuck to it, bleeding black.
Story of the Week
The world is a riddle of shape and texture, from sight to smell to sound.
Story of the Week
I saw her drunk, with bleary eyes, tousled hair, and a hideous grin.
