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Editor's Pick, Fiction, On Writing
Dive into these spellbinding stories from our writers who have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize!
“He was a famous musician, about to travel. I’d be taking care of his house.” Today’s #StorySunday USA is “A Solarium”, by Rebecca Pyle.
“Rachel knew that Drew must have felt Patsy’s judgment and he would not look up.” In today’s #StorySunday USA, a new mother considers sliding doors of possibilities.
Tonight I’ll get my supper at Mr. Longman-the-Publisher’s.” In today’s #StorySunday USA, we’re off to early 19th century London for a dinner party with Walter Scott.
Today’s Story Sunday USA takes us to 1940s Seattle, for a tale of two sisters and resiliency.
In search of witch doctors in today’s Story Sunday USA, a man tries to outrun his past.
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday, StorySunday
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday, StorySunday
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.
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Narratives. It was all about narratives.
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Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday, StorySunday
Editor's Pick, Fiction, Story Sunday, StorySunday
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“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.”
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“Empty, she wrote, even though it wasn’t an improvement, because sometimes she just wrote what she saw.”
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She ran from this loneliness all the way to Italy, hoping it wouldn’t find her there.
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In 15 minutes a dead man would walk through the door and have a seat at the booth.
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It’s my job to try to figure out what would feel like justice to her and the victim’s loved ones.
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Sometimes what I thought was the end was only a pause.
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He turns into the hallway, walks its length, then grabs the gold knob on the storage room door. Locked. He walks back to the men’s restroom. Also locked. He knocks.