Fiction
First-Person Winners
Mother had always told me that everybody loves a self-absorbed ass.
Story of the Week
Enjoy the prison. It’s very impressive, worth spending some time!
Story of the Week
Her top lip lingered behind, pressed between his. They were soaked.
iStories
Later in the pale of dawn your hair brushed across my forearm.
Story of the Week
Order and gardens. Penelope liked things to grow just as they would.
Story of the Week
Not long after Christmas, the smoke really hit Melbourne.
iStories
“Jesus Christ,” Dad said, after the counselor spelled it out for him.
iStories
A lawyer, senator, judge; laws are what he lives for. His left eye squints involuntarily.
Six-Word Stories
Here's a great way to tell the comedy of sex in only six words.
Story of the Week
Joshua was well versed in things to which I was not yet privy, like sex.
Story of the Week
Loss. That word echoed in my ears as my eyes ranged around the garden.
Story of the Week
Our neighbors the Bells are watching, watching us when we play outside.
Fiction
“Out to lunch,” she learns from an older colleague, is a euphemism.
Story of the Week
The architect is twice my age and owns an ivy-covered house.
Story of the Week
The sedan clipped their front bumper and pitched Bill’s car into a slide.
Fiction
Eight years, and she was ready to call it quits. They were both ready.
Story of the Week
I’m trying to decide if I’m too cold to be curious, when the box meows.
Fiction
Another girl like an origami crane, given to a reckless boy who unfolds it.
Story of the Week
Even in death, my mother had to make things difficult for me.
Fiction
The beer and the kissing and the lateness of the hour had got to me.
Fiction
After the password was given, the question remained. My name.
Fiction
Now he was all out of dreams, out of rage, expectations, and money too.
Story of the Week
This kind of childhood stuck with a person, twisted things up.
Story of the Week
Que voulez-vous? I said.
Patisserie, she said and smiled.
Pastry, I said. Well, that’s predictable.
Fiction
I knew in the dream that I was a condor in the shape of a girl.
Story of the Week
We were lying on the grass, sharing a joint. The sun was radiant.
