Fiction
Story of the Week
A gift tells you who you are and what you’re not in the eyes of others.
Story of the Week
He was nervous and ill at ease, but my bearing seemed to reassure him.
Fiction
He’s clear about his wishes: to die in this house, in his own bed.
Fiction
If there was any magic in his sad life, it happened on that day.
Fiction
When the coach called again, Wayne felt his temper slipping.
Story of the Week
They danced only with one another and did not speak to white boys.
Fiction
He’s got a nice, deep kind of voice. He doesn’t sound redneck at all.
Story of the Week
His mind was a glass vase shat-
tered into pieces across the floor.
tered into pieces across the floor.
Story of the Week
We shall still cherish in our hearts the memory of those dead.
Classics
“I can’t die, I don’t want to die, I love life,” Prince Andrei thought.
Story of the Week
My own experience is that the more we study Art, the less we care for Nature.
Fiction
You don’t feel anything when they cut you, not at first, just the blood.
Story of the Week
He studies their mannerisms, looking for clues to the psycho spirit.
Fiction
They caught those few of us left unclaimed by the one emotion, or the other.
Fiction
In exchange for our labor, we would each be given a new set of clothes.
Fiction
I don’t think I was very frightened. I was simply hungry for home.
Story of the Week
It had taken Thursdale seven years to form this fine talent.
Spring Contest Winners
“You think you know me,” the girl spat back, locking eyes with Esiha.
Fiction
There’s being young and growing old, being here and being gone.
Fall Contest Winners
The students usually didn’t look up to see who was serving them.
Fiction
Some people you come across you come to love. He was one of them.
Story of the Week
Each harbored a sense that a family of three was not a real family.
Fall Contest Winners
More and more whiskey was required to knock out the elephant.
Story of the Week
When he got up in the morning the work was done ready to his hand.
Fiction
Here’s the part where you pledge devotion until death, I told myself.
Fiction
We looked at each other beneath a London sky, on a Zeppelin night.
Fiction
He thinks with joy and conviction that the Japanese are his enemy.
Fiction
This itchy voice, this desperate chant, that begs: okay. Okay.
