Here is a list of all the Stories of the Week in 2019–2020. For submission information, go to the SOTW Guidelines.
He has his hands on Nii’s throat, and this time I do not stop them.
Is there a case for poetry in this plague year?
“Do you have any idea how important you are?”
I sobbed quietly, for reality had set in: we were in New York, all alone.
Photographs exploring hope in the wake of devastation.
I touch the top of his foot with my finger, as lightly as a minnow.
I was one of the few kids D.A.R.E. had worked on.
She always came back with her lipstick smeared all over her mouth.
Sara pictures an even Judier Judy out-Judying Judy at school.
They retire for the night, he to his bedroom and she to hers. What of it?
Mikey smiled. “New Orleans has cometh. Rejoice, Woody.”
My dad was optimistic that he could be a one-armed farmer.
I was enraged at being alone on the outside of all that love and lust.