Fiction
Story of the Week
“What’s the shittiest thing you’ve ever done to someone?” she said.
Fiction
Her biggest secret was Jay Currie—her white American boyfriend.
Story of the Week
If you can be seen, you can be killed. No-man’s-land is everyman’s land.
Fiction
He says to his boots, “Well, suppose we went for fish.”
Fiction
He tried to regain that moment of grace, but there was no conjuring it.
Story of the Week
My father would have ended my clandestine career on the spot.
Story of the Week
Let’s put a frog in his bed and have him feel it jump all over him.
Story of the Week
Youth! Goodness! Joy! Hope! Strange things to bring to a place like this.
Story of the Week
“You’re going somewhere now,” he said. “Up to the big smoke.”
Story of the Week
She possessed a quality that made one forget all shortcomings.
Story of the Week
Gerard sat in the shadow, watching his son steal about like a thief.
iStories
“Being gay’s not a sin,” as if it's obvious why I don’t belong in church.
Story of the Week
I yanked him halfway out of his car and punched him in the nose.
Story of the Week
Why do you keep so much from your husband, don’t you trust him?
Story of the Week
Her mother always complained Sara was different after a night at Judy’s.
Story of the Week
I wish I could tell him he’s not going to hell. It would be so freeing for him.
Story of the Week
His voice was wrung with panic as he spit curses like spoiled milk.
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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
The night before my mother’s double mastectomy, we went skinny-dipping.
Story of the Week
All of those feelings—you do not have them, they have you.
