Fiction
Story of the Week
Lebanon’s sky was full of stars. The sky here doesn’t have any stars.
Classics
Professor Flacks could tell you everything about James Joyce.
Story of the Week
It is the one day that is purely American. Yes, a day of celebration.
Story of the Week
He had looked on it a thousand times and it never failed to kill him.
Story of the Week
The world seemed newly made and filled with a frightening silence.
Fiction
I repeated the name thoughtfully, then said no, I didn’t think I knew her.
Story of the Week
It has come to this—my daughter is now assaulting other children.
Story of the Week
He did not look at Prissy, nor did she wish him a happy New Year.
Story of the Week
Life is a dream, he thought. Something she knew and I didn’t.
Story of the Week
If you hear your name again just say, Here I am. Maybe it’s the Lord.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
All I could focus on was if he was going to ask me to date him.
Spring Contest Winners
Men came over carrying lanterns and pulled away the chunks of ice.
Fiction
The draft of ten handwritten pages would have to be cut back to five.
Story of the Week
We put effort into making things that No Man would ever think of creating.
Story of the Week
Tanya jokes that she comes to the East Coast now only for funerals.
Story of the Week
I’m in a fight for my career and the SOB won’t be there for me.
Fiction
“You’re great with people. Ever since you got over the drooling problem.”
Story of the Week
Some types of pain are just too deep to touch, are better left alone.
Spring Contest Winners
I’m covetous of my worldly neighbor. And he’s not accommodating.
iStories
He’d always wanted to kiss her thigh dimples but never dared.
Fiction
“No, no,” we say. “We’re fine! Really! We love things just the way they are!”
N30B Winners
Today the game was to try to catch one of the cats in a pillowcase.
Fiction
“You mean to fall in love with your wife while I’m gone,” she said.
Story of the Week
Zeus’s tongue thrusts straight and deep between my lips.
Fiction
Cerberuses ran in packs, terrorizing drunks who fell in the snow.
Story of the Week
At the copier, her back to him, running off copies, was Penny Ayler.
Fiction
The door opened, and Dan stormed in, shouting, “Motherfuckers!”
