by Jacqueline Bishop
"And even as she reached for it, the letter, she wondered why she should read what any of the two of them had to say. But still she opened up the crisp white piece of paper,...and she read a little of what they had to say...the bile continually on the rise in her mouth. Something about the two of them being in love."
by Renate Krakauer
"For the first few nights, I woke up in the dark screaming and Mama would lie down with me until I fell asleep again. In the daytime, I kept searching the street hoping to see Irina and the boys coming to take me back to the village...But nobody came..."
by Charles Salzberg
"Just take a look at the Biography rack at your local bookstore and you'll see a shitload of those tell-all tomes from Paris in the 20s and 30s. All of them lies. Lies. Lies. So I figure now's the time to set the record straight and if Joseph M. Kelly don't do it, who the hell will?"
by Duff Brenna
"Ray was dangerous. He was volatile and he had killed men in combat (or so the rumors said) and he was admired on campus because of the novels he had written about war and because he had an international reputation and he always got respectful reviews... How did such a one ever get on the faculty at all? And tenured too! Ridiculous."
by Tim Tomlinson
"Face, Professor Ketch knew, was important to a Thai, and losing it publicly, with outbursts of anger, was damaging. Open-mouthed, he pointed toward the door and moved awkwardly in its direction."
by R. A. Rycraft
"The drinks are up for my other tables, so I serve
them first -- a couple of giggly soccer moms, yakking
over strawberry daiquiris, and this guy that looks
like Jack Nicholson --
those evil eyebrows â€“ he's on his fifth vodka
martini, straight up, very dry with a twist.
Sasha has brought Pudgy and gay guy a basket of oyster
crackers, and I take my tray
of dirty dishes to the bar before going over."
by Victor Rangel-Ribeiro
"Two nights in a row I've had this dream. Last night it just went on and on; last night it was terrible."
by Derek Alger
The cabin was different, the location the same, and the blue water of Ontario spread out from the dock to a slender row of weeds and out beyond to the other shore where the green woods blended behind the sands of the beach.
by Samara Klein
She didn't look at the palm trees, soldiers hitchhiking, or the little kids selling bananas and bread to passengers in cars waiting for the light to change. She looked at her own reflection in the the bus's window.
by Candy Shue
It looks like a dwarf lives here,” my father jokes as we stand looking at my apartment. It’s a typical studio â€“ futon, television, stereo, and books on the floor. I don’t say anything. My father goes from room to room fixing things. He fixes …