Fiction
Story of the Week
The specimen, a man oblivious, is beautiful to behold, perfect, enough.
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It dawned on me my passion was not for her but for the making-up.
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I walk over to her for what seems to be an eternity. “May I have this dance?”
Story of the Week
Her wide and vicious mouth blossomed into a savage smile.
Story of the Week
I saw the man for the first time in Budapest on the Széchenyi Bridge.
Story of the Week
What’s wrong with easy? I mean, who wants sex to be hard work?
Fiction
The judge’s mother was impossible; her mere presence was infuriating.
Story of the Week
She pictures her suitcase covered in blood, wishing for anything to happen.
Story of the Week
Crescencia knew that it was a sin to be in love with a married man.
Story of the Week
When the thugs from the bank showed, up my father laughed.
Story of the Week
We were aiming for a complete transformation of society.
Short Shorts
He doesn’t have to lie about oatmeal. That’s the way things are for him.
Story of the Week
“We must also buy twenty acres or so. Life is becoming impossible.”
Story of the Week
“I know I am disabled. Technically. But I don’t feel that way.”
Fiction
Wake up drenched in sweat, with fatigue that reaches to your marrow.
Story of the Week
Ask your mother about babies. Ask her about the baby that died.
Fiction
Lily hated Ray’s cancer. She couldn’t see it or cure it.
Story of the Week
Our hopes swirled around the act of swallowing a teaspoon of yogurt.
Story of the Week
As soon as I heard his voice, I felt as if a wind had swept through my head.
Story of the Week
Hurricane Ian was bearing down on us. Jack wanted to stay and ride it out.
I was passed out on the floor, the TV on, when Ian made landfall.
Story of the Week
Let the squeamish suffer their fear, let them live without really living.
Story of the Week
We agreed: no hearts, no flowers, just courteous, no-strings sex.
Fiction
The solution, she’s discovered, is always to err on the side of caution.
iStories
In the story she was a dripping, chocolate-covered vamp.
Classics
There’s something I saw at the race meeting I can’t figure out.
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Protect your hands. You can always get by if your hands aren’t broken.
