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Fiction

Story of the Week
I never left my wife, and she never left me, but this isn’t exactly true.
Story of the Week
The boy in the woods was a secret. My secret. My first real secret.
Story of the Week
Thus John Redding grew to manhood, playing, studying and dreaming.
Story of the Week
I didn’t know that by falling for you, I was falling for your demons too.
Story of the Week
Sometimes I wonder if he—my father—looks back on that moment.
Story of the Week
There’s something about traveling by plane. People tell their secrets.
Story of the Week
He ached to move into and out of her body and make her feel him fiercely.
Fiction
I put my hand on my stomach and had an image of the melting snowman.
Fiction
“Is that your banana?” the short cop asked her.
Fiction
Takis brought down the demons that would pursue him the rest of his life.
Story of the Week
If he wanted to kiss Sophie tonight, he probably shouldn’t steal from her.
Fiction
It was the day I told a lie that would embarrass me for years to come.
Fiction
Sometimes these fools shoot themselves, playing with their weapons.
iStories
He’s got it out. And I say Who’s there right now? Just your ex-wife.
Fiction
They give me a pitying look, as if I am alone, and they are invincible.
Story of the Week
Virginia surprises herself: she wants this warmth, wants skin and breath.
Story of the Week
Their eyes met from time to time. I thought about what I could tell her.
Fiction
They were such dummkopfs they kicked out the Jews.
Fiction
I imagined myself magnanimous, but now I see. I have been cruel.
Fiction
No one in Lagos slouches. Bravado pulsates through the room.
Fiction
No woman he’d ever been with responded so unmistakably.
Fiction
Whatever was wrong with his brain, he could still smell her skin.
Story of the Week
These men don’t ask me to remove my scarf, even though it’s mid-July.
Story of the Week
Frank Avery came into the kitchen. In his left hand he carried a .22 pistol.
Fiction
He was afraid he would be sucked into the world like this cousin had.
Fiction
She has beautiful cheekbones, but her eyes are nearly colorless.
Fall Contest Winners
I became a realist the moment they tied a brick to my balls.
Story of the Week
There was one lease Homer Young wanted above all others.
Short Shorts
“I have a sneaking suspicion that we’re the same person,” she says.
Classics
After her divorce she took up with a cowboy named Wicks.