Fiction
Fiction
On the small of my daughter’s back is a two-inch tattoo. MADE IN CHINA.
Nonfiction
It was an act that made me feel safer but also somehow more imperiled.
Story of the Week
Silence, a weapon of choice, hung between them, cut through the air.
Story of the Week
The excursion brought shape to that entire scruff-covered summer.
Story of the Week
They met on the app in April, shortly after her twenty-ninth birthday.
Fiction
Oh, how did people do it? How did they find some way to be happy?
Fiction
“Can’t you see Hemingway’s having breakfast with his grandson?”
Fiction
Divorced. Wife living with someone else. Pregnant with his child.
Fiction
My wife fell in love with a dancer. A woman. I came here to get away.
Story of the Week
My father then got partials implanted, which were later punched out.
Story of the Week
The first time she’d touched his body, it had been like going back in time.
Six-Word Stories
"In County": A new six-word story by Robert Olen Butler.
Story of the Week
Pushing by the man, he ran down the street towards the station.
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Blacked-out little angel, you shuffle home under the streetlights.
Story of the Week
She’d do anything once, to know what it was like.
Story of the Week
Bad luck, like the white-scabs disease, can infect others.
Story of the Week
I was under a spell, those days. I had been ever since I’d first seen her.
Story of the Week
He’s an excellent student. It’s just that . . . he thinks ideas are real.
Fiction
It lay slumped where they’d dragged it, a fright of an animal.
Story of the Week
We were alone in the world, and we had left dear ties behind us.
Story of the Week
Everyone roared at her wit. Ravenous children prowled like tigers.
Fiction
He picked up the knife I had there, and said he’d kill me if ever I told.
Story of the Week
He thought about kissing her. Then he decided that she was just lonely.
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Interviewer said he had no intention of stealing anything from Subject.
Fiction
My mother used to cry in church seeing a child walk down the aisle.
Story of the Week
She looked over through the falling snow. “Jack?” she said. “Is that you?”
Story of the Week
It is February in Ukraine. Juliana tells the reporter she just wants to live in her country.
Fiction
The scent of lighter fluid and tobacco drifted in through the window.
