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Fiction

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.
Story of the Week
Society was imposing, like something out of an English drama.
Story of the Week
Her will is resolute, and he knows enough not to challenge it.
Fiction
The clearest memory was when his father shot a grizzly.
Story of the Week
The thing was, I didn’t care what I ate in front of a woman. Every day, I told her things I would have been too embarrassed to tell anyone else.
Fiction
Hearing the baby’s cry, Varka finds the enemy who is crushing her heart.
Fiction
In school, he was called gook, chink, and one boy called him ching-chong.
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The woman perused Irwin’s request form. “You can’t go there.”
Story of the Week
Teddy, the new sous chef, is on fire again. It’s the second time in a week. I make a silent promise to myself never to have sex on a beach, not even with Ryan Gosling.
N30B Winners
He probably had an order. Ludes, Dexis, Black Birds—who knew.
Story of the Week
A town, wholly unknown to him until yesterday; he’s now unwrapped.
Story of the Week
A Midwestern man is never without his knife. Half of us carry guns.
Fiction
The owl was a white that could not be compromised by any other color.
Fiction
Books covered every available surface and much of the floor.
Fiction
The clown has taken a seat at our veranda table in absolute silence.
Story of the Week
I could shoot you and nobody would say boo. I’m within my rights.
Story of the Week
Try to make order in one direction, and things shoot off in another.
Story of the Week
His thoughts swirl around him. Maybe women aren’t women anymore.
Fiction
The sight of her belly ring and the smooth, tight canopy of flesh.
Story of the Week
My father left me in the car while he was grabbing one for the road.
Spring Contest Winners
On this small island, everyone knows who comes, especially who goes.
iStories
Mr. Holt had grown old since Beverly last saw him. He looked weary.
Story of the Week
You might say I acted on instinct. All I wanted was to stop the screaming.
Spring Contest Winners
Does he not see our likeness? Fursten seemed to see nothing.
Story of the Week
I looked up from the cave floor to see a guy pointing a handgun at us.
Story of the Week
When I wasn’t teaching social studies, I basically lived on my balcony.
Fiction
He grabbed me, groped for my hips, kissing me, smelling my hair.
Story of the Week
Her skin was bruised under her eyes, purple like the swollen toe.