Fiction
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.
Fiction
Colonel Hammer glares, willing us to attention. A few pilots sit up.
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.
Fiction
Your life is your own and then suddenly it belongs to someone else.
iStories
Rules are rules. No one comes this close, this fast. Protocol reigns.
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.
Story of the Week
The Morgan nosed her for another carrot. She petted his neck. She had loved to canter.
Story of the Week
The problem, as it turned out, is: Forever can be surprisingly short.
Story of the Week
I remember the sun on the mountain like a trembling drop of lava.
When the lasso dancers were done, they kicked away like wild colts.
Story of the Week
“Well, it’s a dark world, Suzanne. She’s old enough to know that.”
Story of the Week
When nobody knows where you are, you get to talk however you want.
Fiction
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen has become the saddest.
Story of the Week
You are not a soldier, I thought. You are a dog, tail between his legs.
