Fiction
Story of the Week
He can’t remember the last time they made love. It has become a game.
Fiction
No matter how hard I played, it was like I was performing inside a vacuum.
Fiction
He spoke of the river’s origins as though telling of the birth of a god.
Story of the Week
“It’s so unfair being accused of doing something you didn’t do.”
Short Shorts
My first girl, only sixteen year and she go, she run away to you.
Story of the Week
You’re safe here. A prison might be the safest place to meet a man.
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You decide that in this city all things are possible, even happiness.
Fiction
Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.
Story of the Week
Mark was spending his life with one of the world’s weaklings.
Fiction
Abe shot himself, first year out of high school. Assholes said he was queer.
Fiction
“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”
Short Shorts
His eyes, dark brown and unwavering as he delivered the details.
Story of the Week
I felt that Teddy occupied a range below acceptability, even among boys.
Story of the Week
She closed her mind to all familiar shapes and strained back.
Fiction
Eleanor opened the door to Nick’s bedroom and felt breathless with fury.
Story of the Week
I began to look for evidence of my father’s duplicity in his body.
Story of the Week
Live Dangerously! If you get hurt, the suffering will bring a new being.
Story of the Week
I offer you these outs, and it stings when you take me up on them.
Story of the Week
“Just sex,” I say, and the old feeling is back, the creeping nausea.
Story of the Week
He sobbed; he said he would go to therapy, stop drinking.
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Boys called him Lorry Raja and imitated his high-stepping walk.
Story of the Week
He saw the car bearing down and gave it the finger, a snarl on his face.
Story of the Week
He’s walking loopy, so I know he’s been had something besides beer.
Story of the Week
Liz wore a brass wedding ring, and had no marriage certificate to show.
Story of the Week
Over the air conditioner, she hears, unmistakable, the bleating of a siren.
Fiction
Ralph’s children had believed Christine was just after his money.
