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Fiction
Fiction
Sister Barbara folded her arms like a forbearing husband.
Classics
Who was responsible for my father not living up to expectations?
Story of the Week
What’s the harm? Will you fight even the healing powers of love?
Fiction
She’d seen snakes before, but she’d never really looked at one, until now.
Fall Contest Winners
Where my mom was wasn’t never far from the Myrtle Beach Days Inn.
Story of the Week
His mother wasn’t there to meet him at his stop. She never was.
Spring Contest Winners
Our ambition was a clawing, grasping thing. It got us out of bed.
Story of the Week
They are glorious pumpkin-skinned messengers. I hate them.
Fiction
The cat was looking at me with an intelligent expression. It knew.
Fiction
And that girls came to his house all the time, cheap girls from the docks.
Story of the Week
Love speaks in silence, on behalf of lovers too tired for words.
Story of the Week
There was a shout, then a shot fired. I pressed the shutter again and again.
Story of the Week
She looks down the street for Scott’s truck. He’s late but so is she.
iStories
“We’re not like other species,” you say, a novelist at night.
Short Shorts
I’m recalling his socks, the inked initials, the splashes of blood.
Story of the Week
“Who is it?” Irina asked at the door.
“Open up,” a voice commanded.
Fiction
All right. We are perfect. Tomorrow we will make a million dollars.
Story of the Week
“Oh, Jesus.” It’s the greatest shame since 1929’s stock market.
Story of the Week
Everyone they pass is consumed by some desperate interior story.
Story of the Week
I found Lowell’s gun a long time ago. He’s not a genius at hiding things.
Fiction
Writing to you is like putting a note in a bottle, hoping it will reach Japan.
Spring Contest Winners
Yes, Eylon thought, he lied to Cath. Lied about his day, about the risks.
Story of the Week
He has his hands on Nii’s throat, and this time I do not stop them.
Fiction
The laughter rises like the roar of a train as the men leap to their feet.
iStories
I figured he wouldn’t know for shit if the dog knew me or not, right?
Fiction
When she gets to Lenny’s he offers her a beer and a bong hit...