Nonfiction
Nonfiction
I can’t see a way out of this. Things will not necessarily get better.
Nonfiction
Write simple sentences. Report. Don’t moralize. No pretensions.
Nonfiction
Despite seeing the other knockoffs, I hoped my dress would be perfect.
Classics
The danger with a young contributor is that he may be his own rival.
Story of the Week
He who would teach men to die would teach them to live.
Nonfiction
X wants, but Y gets in the way: the equation of desire and obstacle.
Nonfiction
We want to revisit what life was like before technology infected us.
Story of the Week
Her lips had the scent of the first kiss, and a thirst for justice.
Nonfiction
It’s not clear that Hemingway completely knew what he was doing.
Nonfiction
That autumn, my first in San Francisco, I ran short of money.
Nonfiction
His thoughts are never far from the erotic as he roams around Dublin.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
Time stops as the ball rolls tantalizingly around the rim.
Nonfiction
He probably should have arrested or at least reported me to someone.
Nonfiction
After days of torture in secret prisons, they were about to let him go.
Story of the Week
The dark creatures are still, yet they give life to the whole mountain.
Story of the Week
These are notes that please the great heart of man.
Nonfiction
He was frightened, a creature no more or less unbound by time than I am.
Story of the Week
Americans didn’t invent courage, but we are no strangers to it.
Classics
The true Lesson of the Master is, simply, to husband one’s own stupidity.
Features
Our camera pans along the porch, and we see each praying woman.
Nonfiction
She could not have known how uncannily she resembled me.
Narrative Taste
Chocolate promises a happy ending. I believed in that promise.
Nonfiction
Marriage changes passion. Suddenly you’re in bed with
a relative.
a relative.
Nonfiction
Any society that fails to protect its children is in terminal decline.
Nonfiction
“He’s a mad dog on a chain. You don’t stick your fingers in his mouth.”
Nonfiction
Our visions of the world fade like the morning star, lost in the light of day.
Story of the Week
Amusement is one thing; enjoyment of art is another.
