“He said I would need it to play my part.” Today’s #StorySunday USA is “The Three of Us Laughed About Her Husband’s Death” by Frank Weisberg.
“Lightning struck again, this time close. The storm was getting angrier…” Today’s #StorySunday USA is “Acid Park” by Tyra Lechner.
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“Where you been all these seasons, boy?”
A familiar voice emphasized only one clear word in its mushy drawl and since it wasn’t boy or all, the middle-aged ...
“This time scribbled across the front, reads, ‘Baci a Tutti Tua Rosa.’” Today’s #StorySunday USA is “Baci a Tutti” by Gabrielle Dufrene.
“The man in the camel wool djelaba appeared from the shadows…” Today’s #StorySunday USA is William Winston’s “The Sound of Snow Not Falling”.
A married couple attend a business party and get more than they bargained for. Today’s #StorySunday USA is “Dinner Party Exit Strategy” by Max Talley.
“Before last night, the only cops who wore helmets rode motorcycles.” Today’s #StorySunday USA is “Good Humor Man” by Roy Lowenstein.
“He felt completely alone in that car, under that man’s hateful gaze.” Today’s #StorySunday USA is “The Last Time He Bowed” by Thomas Lee.
“But what to do with wild desire, which careens from bloom to bloom?” Today’s #StorySunday USA is “Amsterdam” by Andrew Bertaina.
“I feel like a character in a fantasy novel living in some snowy village. Trading our goods, listening to stories. .” Today’s #StorySunday USA is “Fox in the Snow” by ...
In search of witch doctors in today’s Story Sunday USA, a man tries to outrun his past.
Lucy knows all these things about him, and more. She keeps them filed away in a special part of her brain, the part of her brain that deals with difficult ...
He doubts if moving in with her might have felt too natural a course to take. Natural enough for him to forget when. And he doubts he’s the only guy ...
Without money or connections, what value did his friendship have? But the analysis changed if he’d transgress on Conor’s behalf. His transgressions would make him complicit.
Narratives. It was all about narratives.
My noise broke the stillness and the twittering, croaking, and cricking of the woodland residents started up again. I’d never had that happen before, but I hoped it was a ...
There are moments, situations, that define relationships, when there is a rightness between two people – the way that a society host and hostess, cold-shouldering each other for months, would ...
Toward the end, Ben had taken to carrying a photo of himself in his wallet. On the surface, he knew it seemed an act of extreme and unfounded vanity but, ...
Back inside the tavern, the dining room had grown dark and empty except for a handful of guests at the far end of the bar where a muted green light ...
“There aren’t any seats left and standing people have already taken up a lot of the wall space. I stand in front of a table pushed against the corner.”