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Fiction

Story of the Week
How did I ever survive? Maybe I didn’t. Maybe I died back there.
Story of the Week
“Go watch the showgirls, Roy,” said Chino. “It’s educational.”
Story of the Week
My country neither interested me nor inspired any sense of fealty.
Fiction
“She was breakable, and I probably knew it from the start.”
The caved-in storefront looked as if a missile had slammed into it.
Classics
I uttered words I will regret to my last breath, which is already near.
Story of the Week
“Rev. MacLean’s been stabbed in Oban,” his wife said, her voice thin.
Story of the Week
Half the women around here have a husband in some kind of fix.
Fiction
What was he, twenty, no, twenty-two years younger than me.
Story of the Week
It all started at Phillips Andover Academy when he was fourteen.
Classics, Story of the Week
I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention.
Fiction
Over salad, the Frenchman asked me about work and what I did.
Story of the Week
There was a dry snap inside the door of the safe. “There it is.”
Story of the Week
“I know, I know, I shouldn’t have done it, but they had it coming.”
Story of the Week
I have not won yet, but I behave, I feel and think like a rich man.
Story of the Week
Why is a duel out of the question? Men are all cocks; they should fight.
Story of the Week
I instantly realised what losing would mean. My whole life was at stake.
Fiction
I’d chosen three hundred boys out of the best Israel had to offer.
Story of the Week
Until now the man had not really lived, but simply existed, to be sure.
Story of the Week
The dean’s voice was stuck in my head. Plagiarism. Expulsion.
iStories
Loved this little portal to my past so much that I went looking for others.
Story of the Week
Tirelessly her arm rose and fell, till the child at last fell at her feet.
Classics
“Some men’re like that. They have to see what they’re missing.”
Fiction
Darla has come to the monument to fight against her mind.
Fiction
He picked up a fairy disguised as a go-go dancer and brought her home.
Story of the Week
No-Horse sucked his lips, imagined the taste of the white girls’ hips.
Fiction
He could not help but take her as his wife. She was a scandal.
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I found myself wondering what her life had been in her widowhood.
Fiction
I could become something new. Improved. Like detergent.
Story of the Week
Sitting beside a heap of steaming dung I felt in great poetic form.