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Fiction

Story of the Week
I became a symbol of freedom, a miracle who had escaped the Devil.
Story of the Week
Fletcher was a squad leader. He ought to be able to get a girl.
Fiction
Third Place
Story of the Week
Oh, how fascinating it was, watching it all! It was exactly like a play.
Story of the Week
All that existed was Louisa’s beauty—or Khin’s refashioning of it.
Fiction
Dad doesn’t believe I’m beauty queen material. I believe in myself.
Story of the Week
The success is deserved, I think: certainly it was not lightly gained.
Masterpieces
I am going to relate to you the most lamentable love affair of my life.
Fiction
He is not in the position to lose a friend. Not when one is all he has.
Six-Word Stories
Louise Farmer Smith
Fiction
Her body had become a scale, a device for measuring grief.
Six-Word Stories
Mariette Landry
Story of the Week
The heron returns; the sky veils her stars; then bares them.
iStories
It was hard to know what memories or images had marked him.
Story of the Week
With a world full of foolishly dangerous men, what’s a mother to do?
Story of the Week
Most people come to Africa because they are drawn to its misery.
Story of the Week
It’s a girls’ college we’re going to, but all the guys know Polly’s name.
Story of the Week
We all agreed we would evolve into something, a family of sorts.
Story of the Week
Elinor had loved a man. The journey’s purpose was that she might forget.
Fiction
His mother’s face had been that pretty, though more resigned.
Story of the Week
Ms. Marmelstein led with her eyelashes, curling out like scimitars.
Fiction
Late March 2002. “Mud time”—so called in Mad River Junction, Ohio.
Six-Word Stories
Sherman Alexie
Story of the Week
He was tall too—that was part of the impression of big, of lots, of plenty.
Fall Contest Winners
He would sneak into my room, we would have sex, he would sneak out.
Story of the Week
I must never go to the garden without a heavy stick or a corn-knife.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
iStories
She rocks quickly from side to side, proud, lifting herself higher.