A small crowd of England soccer fans nursed plastic cups of local German beer while singing God Save the Queen. A couple of hours before...

He stood outside the Guggenheim, panicking. The light was about to change and his thoughts raced down 5th Avenue like a yellow taxi. God,...

I sit at my desk, a nice one – yellow wood, not in the best condition but well-made – and think, “I’m a fraud.” This has nothing to do...

Where could she be? It was snowing. Hard. And his sister was somewhere in the storm. Papa went to fetch the doctor—Mama’s baby was...

“Believe it or not,” I say, hoisting the ice chest over my head, “I cannot control the river.” “Yeah, whatever,” Samantha says. “Just get...

Esther was beginning to see what had happened. What had happened to the day; what had happened to the sun outside on the rooftop deck...

Tom says there is an old man named Scotty and that Scotty has seen the Devil. Tom tells this to the new hire. You ask him, Tom says, and...

Fancy Nancy. That’s what Mammy calls me when I wear this red dress with black velvet trimming; the one Grandad bought it for me in...

NOTE TO THE READERS: This mild vintage horror is a tribute to the contribution of the form made by Rod Serling, the television host of...

Henry and Laura collapsed on the nearest boulder. They were panting and baked in the day’s sweat. Their lungs burned with a day of...

She is assaulted by the morning sky. A sky masquerading as a robin’s egg, skimming rooftops, touching cracked and shifting slates with...

We don’t hear the door or his footsteps over the music and our laughter. “Oh, for fucks sake,” Mitchell says after walking through the...

CW: violence and suicide Muted Voices Chris, the boss of ‘Wheels-to-the-Future’, a failing wheelchair sales company, organises an online...

The divan in the posh fitting room wasn’t the place to have a good cry, though the even posher attendants were used to brides,...

Tallboys, Tony told me, came in dove grey and Chantilly grey and London oak and Rutland oak and more varieties than most people might...

CW: suicide After the fire, even as the rain comes, a man will most miss what he never had. A service had cleaned his condominium...

CW: violence My uncle was a terrible man. It's a statement I won't take back. He has seen and been through some things, you know. Any...

Elisabeth stood within the bounds of the cupola and looked out to sea. The storm was beginning to rage full-tilt now, abusive and...

I noticed Eve first at the Bad Ass Café in Dublin in Temple Bar. She sat across from me and I thought she looked a lot like my favorite...

We’d split remainders of bottom-shelf half-gallons between the six of us at Jason’s and it wasn’t until after 11:30 we realized we needed...