Fiction
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I found it impossible to forget that we lived in a poor country.
Story of the Week
The thumbnail spoke directly to the most excitable parts of himself.
Story of the Week
“Dorm whores” his roommate calls them. They come for the booze.
Story of the Week
The shapes called them bastard loads. The lazy creations of fools.
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“In a way, it’s your fault,” he says, handing us a bag of frozen peas.
Fiction
He’d reenlisted in ’64; he would not go home until the War was won.
Fiction
He had dreamed of being a front-runner, someone who changed lives.
Fiction
Since the accident she lost her hold on the world and never got it back.
Story of the Week
Her hips, her pelvis, broke free of concerns. His eyes hovered.
Story of the Week
“Hey, babe,” he said, breathing into the phone like a sex maniac.
Fiction
This is the worst moment of her life, maybe of anybody’s life, ever.
Fiction
The most arcane sexual practices could arouse me from my torpor.
iStories
I love you to distraction, she would say. I love you beyond love.
Story of the Week
Welcome, the place seemed to say, let’s screw with you a little more.
Story of the Week
“Make it look like you’re working on a nearby shelf,” Aunt Mary whispered.
Fiction
He’d been lost and tripping vividly on some speckled acid for days.
Story of the Week
I try to get her to drink again. We were okay drunks, before Jesus.
Story of the Week
The only person I’d seen naked was my mother the night she died.
Story of the Week
He was living like a coyote, out on the margins. But then a letter came.
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Her appearances are fleeting, a gust of air, a murmur in the night.
Story of the Week
Out by the road was her son standing without a stitch of clothing.
Story of the Week
She was the idiot who fell in love with some high-class gigolo.
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Grandma was forced to break her vow of silence only three times.
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She imagines his clothes on the floor, his arms wrapped around her waist.
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The band was amateur at best. It didn’t matter. People loved them.
Story of the Week
They come to America and their child is shot down like a wild animal.
Fiction
Perhaps he was not almost sixteen years old, but thirty-five and sick.
Story of the Week
Howie and Nadine were confident they’d be among the survivors.
