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Fiction

Story of the Week
Most people come to Africa because they are drawn to its misery.
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His shirt, he realized, was completely soaked, and he could actually see his heart rippling beneath the cotton.
Story of the Week
It’s a girls’ college we’re going to, but all the guys know Polly’s name.
Story of the Week
We all agreed we would evolve into something, a family of sorts.
Story of the Week
Elinor had loved a man. The journey’s purpose was that she might forget.
Fiction
His mother’s face had been that pretty, though more resigned.
Story of the Week
Ms. Marmelstein led with her eyelashes, curling out like scimitars.
Fiction
Late March 2002. “Mud time”—so called in Mad River Junction, Ohio.
Six-Word Stories
Sherman Alexie
Story of the Week
He was tall too—that was part of the impression of big, of lots, of plenty.
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He would sneak into my room, we would have sex, he would sneak out.
Story of the Week
I must never go to the garden without a heavy stick or a corn-knife.
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iStories
She rocks quickly from side to side, proud, lifting herself higher.
Story of the Week
He looked a look of vicious happiness and eagerly pried the watch open.
Story of the Week
Susan Ann so wants to be that girl—daring, free, divinely sensual.
Fiction
I sensed that a name defined who I was and would be in the future.
Story of the Week
We didn’t think of ourselves as anything so grand as sex workers.
Fiction
The dope worked, though he felt ashamed using it, smoked in secret.
Story of the Week
It suddenly seemed to her that the world was filled with little miracles. There were moments when love overcame her despair.
Fiction
The owners of the rental left three gifts on the kitchen table for us to enjoy.
Story of the Week
The phone rang at an awkward hour, too late at night to be good news.
Story of the Week
I promised to return, but secretly I dreamed of staying in America.
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My mother was dead. Almost a month she was dead, killed by me.
Story of the Week
She knew Jim would be a terrible husband. They’d murder each other.
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If he was going to pick me up, the least he could do was look at me.
Story of the Week
He betook himself to the metropolis to become a literary man, of course.
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Ten years ago, when I was in college, my father divorced my mother and said he wanted me to become responsible for her. That is why I fled to Italy.