Fiction
Story of the Week
The neighbors were Ukrainians with bad tempers and owned guns.
Fiction
She sips the coffee and thinks about throwing herself off the balcony.
Fiction
They wrapped him in bandages from all three kits. The old man watched them.
Story of the Week
At nineteen I lived for three months as an earnest cocaine addict.
Fiction
The room barely fit a bed, a chest of drawers, and a rocker, all not hers.
Story of the Week
“No one shoots when the army inoculates and hands out money.”
Story of the Week
“You could come, too! No one’s forcing you to go to fucking China.”
Story of the Week
Don’t start conversations or attract attention. Don’t be suspicious.
Story of the Week
It changes nothing. It’s nasty shit, and you’ve gotta get clean.
Story of the Week
I’d done what no woman of my race and social station had ever done.
Story of the Week
It was as if we were shedding our very selves to become someone else.
Classics
I was the man in her life. I know I’m different now. Now I’m a bird.
Story of the Week
I never left my wife, and she never left me, but this isn’t exactly true.
Story of the Week
The boy in the woods was a secret. My secret. My first real secret.
Story of the Week
Thus John Redding grew to manhood, playing, studying and dreaming.
Story of the Week
I didn’t know that by falling for you, I was falling for your demons too.
Story of the Week
Sometimes I wonder if he—my father—looks back on that moment.
Story of the Week
There’s something about traveling by plane. People tell their secrets.
Story of the Week
He ached to move into and out of her body and make her feel him fiercely.
Fiction
I put my hand on my stomach and had an image of the melting snowman.
Fiction
Takis brought down the demons that would pursue him the rest of his life.
Story of the Week
If he wanted to kiss Sophie tonight, he probably shouldn’t steal from her.
Fiction
It was the day I told a lie that would embarrass me for years to come.
Fiction
Sometimes these fools shoot themselves, playing with their weapons.
iStories
He’s got it out. And I say Who’s there right now? Just your ex-wife.
Fiction
They give me a pitying look, as if I am alone, and they are invincible.
Story of the Week
Their eyes met from time to time. I thought about what I could tell her.
Fiction
I imagined myself magnanimous, but now I see. I have been cruel.
