Fiction
Story of the Week
Virginia surprises herself: she wants this warmth, wants skin and breath.
Fiction
No woman he’d ever been with responded so unmistakably.
Story of the Week
These men don’t ask me to remove my scarf, even though it’s mid-July.
Story of the Week
Frank Avery came into the kitchen. In his left hand he carried a .22 pistol.
Fiction
He was afraid he would be sucked into the world like this cousin had.
Fall Contest Winners
I became a realist the moment they tied a brick to my balls.
Short Shorts
“I have a sneaking suspicion that we’re the same person,” she says.
Classics
After her divorce she took up with a cowboy named Wicks.
Story of the Week
He can’t remember the last time they made love. It has become a game.
Fiction
No matter how hard I played, it was like I was performing inside a vacuum.
Fiction
He spoke of the river’s origins as though telling of the birth of a god.
Story of the Week
“It’s so unfair being accused of doing something you didn’t do.”
Short Shorts
My first girl, only sixteen year and she go, she run away to you.
Story of the Week
You’re safe here. A prison might be the safest place to meet a man.
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You decide that in this city all things are possible, even happiness.
Fiction
Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.
Fiction
I take a sip of Turkish coffee and wrinkle my nose, like a baby.
Story of the Week
Mark was spending his life with one of the world’s weaklings.
Fiction
Abe shot himself, first year out of high school. Assholes said he was queer.
Fiction
“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”
Short Shorts
His eyes, dark brown and unwavering as he delivered the details.
Story of the Week
I felt that Teddy occupied a range below acceptability, even among boys.
Story of the Week
She closed her mind to all familiar shapes and strained back.
