Fiction
Story of the Week
She wonders when she made the decision. Palmela, Santiago?
Story of the Week
We’re stuck floating around on the surface of our lives like kids in a pool.
Spring Contest Winners
My job requires me to make things disappear like a Vegas magician.
Story of the Week
The window washer smiles a little and licks his lips. Nadine smiles back.
Story of the Week
Dad is catnip to the lady residents. He’s tall and lean, plus he’s got all his hair.
Story of the Week
The nights she and Wade have sex she can’t do so without feeling guilty.
Classics, Story of the Week
Dexter was unconsciously dictated to by his winter dreams.
Story of the Week
The Nazis are training some of their storm-troopers here in America.
Story of the Week
Of course she had known. Nothing in this life escaped her design.
Everywhere, people ogled the ring. Everywhere, Emeline posted pictures.
iStories
“When we heard the horn, we left—our faces wet—not looking back.”
Winter Contest Winners
Her mother singing out the window at trucks slamming the other way.
Fiction
He never stopped reminding me that I was born in Harmony, Georgia.
Story of the Week
You’re going to have a difficult life if you can’t figure out where to stand.
Story of the Week
Something is wrong with that place. Someone’s still there . . .
Story of the Week
There were so many tired, frayed words thick in the air around her.
Fiction
A rumour went round that the Australians had bulletproof clothing.
Story of the Week
Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands.
Six-Word Stories
The end of a relationship, through four six-word stories.
Story of the Week
At first he was mortified. Another person harboured ill will towards him.
Story of the Week
You’ve seen her almost every day, going to and from the gardens.
Fiction
The damn dog has been brainwashed. He doesn’t know
us anymore.
us anymore.
Fall Contest Winners
“Fuck you,” I said, but it was hard to say it with any meaning.
Fiction
Not the Olympics, the guard said. Just chuck yourself down the tube.
Fiction
There were classes where you became a family. It was a kind of love affair.
Story of the Week
They had been good girls. They stood by him when he killed a man.
Fiction
We began to obsess over water, where it came from, where it was going.
Fiction
Her cheek was like a plum about to burst and you had to close your eyes.
Fiction
I’ve got my hands around the man’s legs when I notice the blood.
