Fiction
Story of the Week
The war was about to begin, and the four boys were
in charge.
in charge.
Fiction
While they stand in line Robin leans into his chest. They don't talk.
Short Shorts
It’s like his bottom half is not man but a strong horse.
Story of the Week
A whippoorwill called, a lonely voice among the cedars.
Story of the Week
The lion was still near them, stalking. Crazed against its cautionary nature.
Fiction
I open the door and Eleanor is leaning against the wall, paper white.
Story of the Week
I never actually existed. I didn’t know it at the time, but it’s clear as day.
Story of the Week
Can there have been something in my letter, that unlucky letter?
Winter Contest Winners
We can be naked in black light, the smell of unwash and old pot.
Spring Contest Winners
“I don’t think I can do this,” she says, after a pause. “I don’t trust you.”
Fall Contest Winners
Lydda, when she closes her eyes, has traded one war zone for another.
Story of the Week
We’re stuck floating around on the surface of our lives like kids in a pool.
Spring Contest Winners
My job requires me to make things disappear like a Vegas magician.
Story of the Week
The window washer smiles a little and licks his lips. Nadine smiles back.
Story of the Week
Dad is catnip to the lady residents. He’s tall and lean, plus he’s got all his hair.
Story of the Week
The nights she and Wade have sex she can’t do so without feeling guilty.
Classics, Story of the Week
Dexter was unconsciously dictated to by his winter dreams.
Story of the Week
The Nazis are training some of their storm-troopers here in America.
Story of the Week
Of course she had known. Nothing in this life escaped her design.
Everywhere, people ogled the ring. Everywhere, Emeline posted pictures.
iStories
“When we heard the horn, we left—our faces wet—not looking back.”
Winter Contest Winners
Her mother singing out the window at trucks slamming the other way.
Fiction
He never stopped reminding me that I was born in Harmony, Georgia.
Story of the Week
You’re going to have a difficult life if you can’t figure out where to stand.
Story of the Week
Something is wrong with that place. Someone’s still there . . .
Story of the Week
There were so many tired, frayed words thick in the air around her.
Fiction
A rumour went round that the Australians had bulletproof clothing.
Story of the Week
Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands.
Six-Word Stories
The end of a relationship, through four six-word stories.
