Fiction
Spring Contest Winners
“I don’t care how tired we are. I’m not not having sex on my wedding night.”
Story of the Week
“The kiels take extra time, but then you know your meats. Questions?”
Fiction
She had felt to him like some floating spirit of who she used to be.
Fall Contest Winners
The strange man expected to be picked up by aliens during the eclipse.
Story of the Week
It seemed to her that they only ever touched each other in transient, sudden ways.
Story of the Week
His beauty comes from his power. I am as wary as I am drawn to it.
Story of the Week
Definitely believe what you hear about the problems with painkillers.
Fiction
The first murder had been a half dozen years ago in a warmer city.
Story of the Week
There lay before us a bag that gave forth, at a touch, the jingle of gold.
Spring Contest Winners
A dead body leaned sideways against a wall. Its eyes were open.
Story of the Week
References to and portrayals of hypocrisy, moral sloth, venery.
N30B Winners
The first rule of the house is that everything must be even stevens.
Story of the Week
They all pivoted to face us, tan mannequins on a conveyor belt.
Story of the Week
He bound me to blind obedience, for which I’d shown a propensity.
Fiction
“I can’t believe she’s drinking,” she said. “I just can’t believe it.”
Story of the Week
Let him search, Tricia thought, who knew what he might discover.
Story of the Week
He was alongside without preamble. Elephants are not stealthy by nature.
Story of the Week
Lebanon’s sky was full of stars. The sky here doesn’t have any stars.
Classics
Professor Flacks could tell you everything about James Joyce.
Story of the Week
It is the one day that is purely American. Yes, a day of celebration.
Story of the Week
He had looked on it a thousand times and it never failed to kill him.
Story of the Week
The world seemed newly made and filled with a frightening silence.
Fiction
I repeated the name thoughtfully, then said no, I didn’t think I knew her.
Story of the Week
It has come to this—my daughter is now assaulting other children.
Story of the Week
He did not look at Prissy, nor did she wish him a happy New Year.
Story of the Week
Life is a dream, he thought. Something she knew and I didn’t.
Story of the Week
If you hear your name again just say, Here I am. Maybe it’s the Lord.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
All I could focus on was if he was going to ask me to date him.
