Fiction
Story of the Week
He was living like a coyote, out on the margins. But then a letter came.
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Her appearances are fleeting, a gust of air, a murmur in the night.
Story of the Week
Out by the road was her son standing without a stitch of clothing.
Story of the Week
She was the idiot who fell in love with some high-class gigolo.
Fiction
Since the accident she lost her hold on the world and never got it back.
Fiction
In school, he was called gook, chink, and one boy called him ching-chong.
Story of the Week
Grandma was forced to break her vow of silence only three times.
Story of the Week
She imagines his clothes on the floor, his arms wrapped around her waist.
Story of the Week
The band was amateur at best. It didn’t matter. People loved them.
Story of the Week
They come to America and their child is shot down like a wild animal.
Fiction
Perhaps he was not almost sixteen years old, but thirty-five and sick.
Story of the Week
Howie and Nadine were confident they’d be among the survivors.
Story of the Week
Society was imposing, like something out of an English drama.
Story of the Week
Her will is resolute, and he knows enough not to challenge it.
Story of the Week
The thing was, I didn’t care what I ate in front of a woman.
Every day, I told her things I would have been too embarrassed to tell anyone else.
Fiction
Hearing the baby’s cry, Varka finds the enemy who is crushing her heart.
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The woman perused Irwin’s request form. “You can’t go there.”
Story of the Week
Teddy, the new sous chef, is on fire again. It’s the second time in a week.
I make a silent promise to myself never to have sex on a beach, not even with Ryan Gosling.
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He probably had an order. Ludes, Dexis, Black Birds—who knew.
Story of the Week
A town, wholly unknown to him until yesterday; he’s now unwrapped.
Story of the Week
A Midwestern man is never without his knife. Half of us carry guns.
Fiction
The clown has taken a seat at our veranda table in absolute silence.
Story of the Week
I could shoot you and nobody would say boo. I’m within my rights.
Story of the Week
Try to make order in one direction, and things shoot off in another.
Story of the Week
His thoughts swirl around him. Maybe women aren’t women anymore.
Fiction
The sight of her belly ring and the smooth, tight canopy of flesh.
