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Fiction

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My sister’s fever wasn’t gone at all, but dazzling—suspended over us.
Story of the Week
This is a place where young girls are butchered in old-time songs.
Story of the Week
Turned out Bauer was one of the ones brought alive by misery.
Story of the Week
Henry surprised himself with his inability to start looking for a job.
Fiction
What was she thinking, driving alone to see a man she’d never met?
Fiction
She had seen him take the crop to a girl for doing nothing at all.
Fiction
Cassandra blared Puccini and Eminem so she would not pray.
Story of the Week
If it were me, kid, I’d swallow. You bet I would. But first I’d run like hell.
Fiction
Put yourself in bad positions, they’ll remind us. Address your weaknesses.
Fiction
She was thinking about what she would say when the time came.
iStories
Mark looked down at the fortune cookie as if it were a summons.
Fiction
“Aren’t you full of surprises,” Talinda would have said. If she had known.
Fiction
“Whoa, look—the monkey prof. Can you believe it? He was just on TV.”
iStories
In Ovid’s tale, the virgin Philomela was raped by her brother-in-law.
Short Shorts
The linebacker grins, but the lines around his eyes tighten.
Fiction
From the roof, my husband observed daily a man and a woman having sex.
Story of the Week
There was a time when all I wanted was go back. Ask all the questions.
Fiction
She pulls quickly on her cigarette and blows it at me through the phone.
Photography & Art
“If the world is becoming a void, the artist must fill it with his soul.”
Story of the Week
The consensus was that all the great writers drank way too much.
Fiction
My father was at an awful disadvantage in a sport where cunning is a virtue.
Story of the Week
It was a Tuesday, so they made love. She thought it was a fair compromise.
Classics, Story of the Week
Both Sherlock Holmes and I had a weakness for the Turkish bath.
Story of the Week
Sometimes the phone would ring and ring, and I’d go answer. It was him.
Story of the Week
“I have always had a gift of feeling what is in other people’s hearts.”
Fiction
I’m still in love with this filthy city, but now I know Berlin's love isn’t free.
Fiction
“were all here pregaming. at my dads apt. Wher the duck are u.”
Fiction
No one answered. I turned to his parents. My stomach felt on fire.