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Fiction
Story of the Week
The little door would appear in my mind’s eye, except that now it was ajar.
Story of the Week
He’ll probably try to get her in the sack, just to stay in practice.
Story of the Week
I know quite well that I’m still a beginner and have a long way to go.
iStories
I thought fleetingly he might give it to me, as he knew I wanted it.
Fiction
I had to prepare. I had to be able to save us from what was coming.
Spring Contest Winners
She must know she was a mistake, what they call now a surprise.
Story of the Week
The features of the girl in the bathing suit suggest a mixed-race origin.
Fiction
What would make a sane person want to watch such blood sport?
Fiction
The pain lithified to numbness, and she recalled the time of his courtship.
Story of the Week
“I hope the scumbag rots in jail,” he yelled into the quiet night.
Story of the Week
If your father were here, he wouldn’t put up with your insolence.
Story of the Week
“For the entire time I was there I couldn’t get that out of my head.”
Story of the Week
One felt all the poor lady’s barriers were falling save her manner.
Story of the Week
He resumed his nightly practice of writing without being able to see.
Story of the Week
He was last in Calcutta more than fifteen years ago, for his mother’s funeral.
Han Ru feels something vaguely discomfiting, followed by a surge of recognition.
iStories
Far below, the right fielder circles and stares, mitt raised to the sky.
Fiction
I understood that for us there would be no mourning the shortstop.
Fiction
She had a situation where she’d lost her driver’s license for speeding.
Fiction
We were in a play about affection. We were in a play about sex.
Fiction
“Now, just what brought you down all this way?” they wanted to know.
Fiction
“I’m in a Soviet tank in Siberia and I need to know if you know Nina Bowyer.”
Fiction
The first time the world demanded more of me, I was twenty-nine.
Story of the Week
It takes a strong woman to make any sort of success in the West.
Fiction
Ma didn’t believe in slapping. It was what common people did.
Fiction
Joanie’s face was something she’d borrowed from Miró, from Picasso.
Story of the Week
My friend Angela, who is also my roommate, got me into stripping.
Story of the Week
His looks were Russian. He was surrounded by mystery.