Fiction
Fiction
“Can’t you see Hemingway’s having breakfast with his grandson?”
Fiction
Divorced. Wife living with someone else. Pregnant with his child.
Fiction
My wife fell in love with a dancer. A woman. I came here to get away.
Fiction
She sips the coffee and thinks about throwing herself off the balcony.
Fiction
They wrapped him in bandages from all three kits. The old man watched them.
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Blacked-out little angel, you shuffle home under the streetlights.
Story of the Week
She’d do anything once, to know what it was like.
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Bad luck, like the white-scabs disease, can infect others.
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I was under a spell, those days. I had been ever since I’d first seen her.
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He’s an excellent student. It’s just that . . . he thinks ideas are real.
Fiction
It lay slumped where they’d dragged it, a fright of an animal.
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We were alone in the world, and we had left dear ties behind us.
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Everyone roared at her wit. Ravenous children prowled like tigers.
Fiction
He picked up the knife I had there, and said he’d kill me if ever I told.
Story of the Week
He thought about kissing her. Then he decided that she was just lonely.
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Interviewer said he had no intention of stealing anything from Subject.
Fiction
My mother used to cry in church seeing a child walk down the aisle.
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She looked over through the falling snow. “Jack?” she said. “Is that you?”
Story of the Week
It is February in Ukraine. Juliana tells the reporter she just wants to live in her country.
Fiction
The scent of lighter fluid and tobacco drifted in through the window.
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The neighbors were Ukrainians with bad tempers and owned guns.
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At nineteen I lived for three months as an earnest cocaine addict.
Fiction
The room barely fit a bed, a chest of drawers, and a rocker, all not hers.
Story of the Week
“No one shoots when the army inoculates and hands out money.”
Story of the Week
“You could come, too! No one’s forcing you to go to fucking China.”
Story of the Week
Don’t start conversations or attract attention. Don’t be suspicious.
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It changes nothing. It’s nasty shit, and you’ve gotta get clean.
Story of the Week
I’d done what no woman of my race and social station had ever done.
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It was as if we were shedding our very selves to become someone else.
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I was the man in her life. I know I’m different now. Now I’m a bird.
