Fiction
Fiction
After the password was given, the question remained. My name.
Fiction
He does not dare to ask the question flaring in his head. Will she stay.
Fiction
Now he was all out of dreams, out of rage, expectations, and money too.
Story of the Week
This kind of childhood stuck with a person, twisted things up.
Story of the Week
Que voulez-vous? I said.
Patisserie, she said and smiled.
Pastry, I said. Well, that’s predictable.
Fiction
I knew in the dream that I was a condor in the shape of a girl.
Story of the Week
We were lying on the grass, sharing a joint. The sun was radiant.
Story of the Week
It will be years before the kids see us as real people, not just as parents.
Story of the Week
She was wanting to be noticed as a person not wanting to be noticed.
Story of the Week
His name is Lloyd. He lives on Percival. He’s super creepy.
Story of the Week
He was so frail, how could your heart not break when you saw him?
Story of the Week
The eyes of men were drawn, numb and automatic, to her youthfulness.
Story of the Week
Chuck had a grin, but Mike kept his eyebrows raised, very curious.
Story of the Week
He was getting a divorce. I was married with two teenage children.
iStories
Doctor, he devoted. When she poorly, he bring her mint tea in bed.
Story of the Week
The fish’s eye is mangled, tugged inward; blood leaks from its gills.
Story of the Week
The church was clearly the work of a madman driven crazy by the wind.
Story of the Week
Did Sharon and Roy make it harder or easier for their mother to leave?
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You think I couldn’t write it because I look like a mechanic, I said.
Fiction
Cory only hires stoners so he has something on them if they try blackmail.
Story of the Week
“She showed me her tits,” said Jimmy. “Bullshit!” said Frank.
Fiction
I was nagged by those boxes from my old life stacked in the garage.
Story of the Week
“Tell me about the things you can’t tell me about when I’m dressed.”
Story of the Week
You can’t ask her not to fall in love when she does it on a daily basis.
Story of the Week
“We don’t feel like a couple. Haven’t felt like a couple for a very long while.”
Story of the Week
What felt like sanctity now felt like nothingness, like death.
Story of the Week
He smelled like the bars my mother took me to in the middle of the day.
iStories
She looks at them through eyes flattened by a confused life.
Story of the Week
The purple-eyed women on her mom’s side began generations ago.
