Fiction
Story of the Week
All that existed was Louisa’s beauty—or Khin’s refashioning of it.
Fiction
Dad doesn’t believe I’m beauty queen material. I believe in myself.
Story of the Week
The success is deserved, I think: certainly it was not lightly gained.
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I am going to relate to you the most lamentable love affair of my life.
Fiction
He is not in the position to lose a friend. Not when one is all he has.
Story of the Week
The heron returns; the sky veils her stars; then bares them.
Story of the Week
With a world full of foolishly dangerous men, what’s a mother to do?
Story of the Week
Most people come to Africa because they are drawn to its misery.
Story of the Week
It’s a girls’ college we’re going to, but all the guys know Polly’s name.
Story of the Week
We all agreed we would evolve into something, a family of sorts.
Story of the Week
Elinor had loved a man. The journey’s purpose was that she might forget.
Story of the Week
Ms. Marmelstein led with her eyelashes, curling out like scimitars.
Fiction
Late March 2002. “Mud time”—so called in Mad River Junction, Ohio.
Story of the Week
He was tall too—that was part of the impression of big, of lots, of plenty.
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He would sneak into my room, we would have sex, he would sneak out.
Story of the Week
I must never go to the garden without a heavy stick or a corn-knife.
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She rocks quickly from side to side, proud, lifting herself higher.
Story of the Week
He looked a look of vicious happiness and eagerly pried the watch open.
Story of the Week
Susan Ann so wants to be that girl—daring, free, divinely sensual.
Story of the Week
We didn’t think of ourselves as anything so grand as sex workers.
