Fiction
Story of the Week
I bought the gun after my therapist said he wouldn’t have sex with me.
Story of the Week
“Listen,” Mike said. “You’ve had a hard day. How about I drive you home?”
Story of the Week
I will never know what my mother guessed or didn’t suspect.
Six-Word Stories
A political tragedy you won’t lose any sleep over, told in just six words.
Story of the Week
People didn’t end marriages without warning, without second chances.
Story of the Week
“Your mom is awake,” I said. “You need to go in and see her.”
Winter Contest Winners
To be married is to learn to love, captive in your own new country.
Story of the Week
They couldn’t go to the Manson family caves because of nuclear radiation.
Fiction
Now all I was, all I had ever been, when it came down to it, was a tenant.
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Overnight, somebody had dumped a dead pit bull in the trash bin.
Story of the Week
“This day should never end,” we said, though we knew it would.
Back at the ramshackle house, we were alone.
Story of the Week
“Tell me that everything will be okay,” I whispered to the photo.
Story of the Week
She weighed the cold shiny gun on her palm and let out a jagged breath.
Six-Word Stories
An ironic story about skepticism and education, in just six words.
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It was where salvation often lay in little more than a piece of duct tape.
Classics
The person was seeing his printed face superimposed over his real one.
Story of the Week
A nearly perfect guitar fell from the sky and landed in my mom’s azaleas.
Fiction
I put my arm around Larry’s shoulders and ask him to pull over.
Story of the Week
“The rattlesnakes glow in the dark, man. You should see them.”
Story of the Week
He wondered how others lived with their sins. Maybe they never did.
Story of the Week
Having his ex-wife in the house was a distraction. He forgot to grieve.
Fiction
Clayton always imagined getting laid in the rooms of his dad’s motel.
Story of the Week
Was this where he would grow old? Would it all end in a room like this?
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Phuong feared that she was nothing but a regret born into flesh.
Fiction
He will, no doubt, be out of this house soon, headed over to Montgomery.
