by Deirdre FaganI read it in the paper, the news about the 87-year-old man who went to bed with a bump on his head and never awoke again.
by M. Nazar SyedI looked down and saw my hands clenched tighter than they’d ever clenched before. A bead of sweat formed on my temple.
by Steve MyersWhen I was eleven and in the sixth grade I got into trouble because O. Henry was bad at arithmetic.
by J. Edward KruftJoey didn’t want to come, but I told him he didn’t have a choice because this was our weekend together and this is what I had planned.
by Ron Gibson, Jr.For as long as the boy had lived tree men had chased him. Always with nets, clubs and rocks.
by T.E. CowellOnce you start making shopping lists it all goes downhill from there.
by Mike LeeThe editor shows me to the door. I enter the hallway realizing I got the job. I was walking on air from the moment I left the elevator.
by Shannon ReadyWe are living in Josephine’s mouth. I can feel it. I am pretty sure Josephine put a curse on my mom for dumping her son.
by George DrewAbout ten thousand years ago, in the Mideast, a certain strain of wheat made agriculture possible by crossing with goat grass.
by Chris MilamHe told her they should slide into it, start with a tender elbow or two, maybe a playful throat punch, a measured build-up to the pain.
by R. E HengstermanThere’s a boy, and he does not speak. Dirty blonde and barefoot, he sits cross-legged in space. His arrival is unusual, but I have no fear. So in silence, I wait.
by Antoine BargelHad a liaison with Mr. Basilewski, residing at 59, Saint Peter Street, who had been involved with Mrs. Ferrari, to whom he had left a considerable sum.
by Jill JepsonShe was cool as ice cream, and twice as smooth. She’d done this a thousand times. Me, a couple hundred.
by Thomas ElsonTwo days after Walter T. Andrews received his prognosis, he sat with his second wife, Shirley, and detailed for the first time both his lymphatic cancer and the extent of his estate.