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Fiction
Short Shorts
Our house sits alone out in the country, seven miles north of town.
Winter Contest Winners
I can see on him how things are changing for and against us.
Story of the Week
Lorenzo and me, we’d squat our own building. It was the new frontier.
Fiction
My daughter’s favorite game is Holocaust. She’s quite inventive.
Story of the Week
Paul King was shiftless and drunken; ugly tales were told of him.
Story of the Week
For all the stories they’d concocted, the real one electrified them.
Story of the Week
She did not leave him for the sailor. So why should he be angry?
Fiction
So that’s what I’d look like if every beauty parlor in the world shut down.
Story of the Week
Two weeks after she and Mark were married, Hannah fell in love.
Story of the Week
It was true. We would probably never visit that place again.
Story of the Week
Some inner voice told her that now or never her fate would be decided.
Fiction
I grabbed him by the face and told him life only comes to a person once.
Fiction
The allure of Mardi Gras is to feel this way: unseen and unseeable.
Story of the Week
She favoured me with an even more viciously scornful “Don’t care!”
Story of the Week
For me, Selweh was the real magic. She was nothing like my mother.
Classics
When he had passed from view, I stumbled back from the window.
Story of the Week
She is complaisant with all her clothes off. She moves to his touch.
Story of the Week
In a way she enjoyed the slow, sad feeling of letting it go.
Fiction
Three months is a long time to be away from the person you love.
iStories
She is very rich. She will leave me everything when she dies, he says.
Fiction
How much simpler and more satisfying was the company of men.
Fiction
I needed a paycheck a lot more than I needed to be kissed.
Story of the Week
The tree was shaggy and it bore scars of shrapnel from the war.
Story of the Week
The guards ripped off Mara’s clothes, pinning her head against the wall.
Fiction
The chocolate was old, dusty white, the way chocolate gets after many years.
Short Shorts
She flicked a bit of citrus on her tongue. Her laugh was hard and high.
Winter Contest Winners
She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.
Story of the Week
On my way to the airport I hit a Christian. This was in Arkansas.
Story of the Week
There was something in her voice, some awful, enduring fire.