It was almost a joke when you asked me. I’d been splashing water on my face in the bathroom off the grand ballroom’s hallway, inching up...

I don’t exactly know where my dreams end and my memories begin, but I’m pretty sure that most of this is true. The summer I turned five....

“We can call this a ‘Literary Documentary’.” “But, this has to be a Horror tale. It's in our contract. It's in our rules and...

A freshly cut rose stood between the smiling couple, droplets of water clinging to its rigid stem. They reached across the corner table...

At seventy-one years of age, Robert wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to climb to the top of the tower. His inhaler sat on the dresser of...

It was the first really cold morning of the season, the sun was bright, the air crisp. When it was time to leave the cocoon of her cozy,...

At that time, I was eating pretty poorly. I’d go down to the stand on the corner and get a hot dog once every couple of days and I’d eat ...

It took one misclick. As a checker and rechecker I let the impulse to recheck go just once. And in one fell swoop, I airdropped my pussy...

The first time she heard the baby crying was in the morning. Like a stampede of infant feet, the wails of high-pitched noise overwhelmed...

1 I’m trying to remember the last time I actually spoke to Craig. I’ve got a text on my phone which reads: Mate! At a wedding and I think...

By lunchtime, Ollie had processed thirteen 1085 forms, seven 91B forms, and opened two new case files. He saved his current work (an 89C...

The eyes of the two brothers met across the crowded room; each glancing briefly at the other, an unbridgeable chasm of two lives gone in...

Pietro Brown was his name; when you were first getting to know him, and queried the Italo-English name, he’d just shrug, say something to...

If you’re ever going to amount to anything, said Dad, you’d better The phone rang and interrupted him, but Emma knew what he was going to...

Same Old Story She hadn’t been looking for love. That’s what everyone says, she knows. But really, she hadn’t. She had side-stepped love....

Please forget about my name. It’s Constance Bytheway. I always felt like I stole it from an old lady when I was born. Perhaps, in time, I...

There’s a fire somewhere over the ridgeline and the river hasn’t frozen like it usually does this time of year and the line at Fred and...

A feather like quality, a child’s cruelty. Holding the prejudice of the adult— of a burden to fat to carry in their little arms, they...

I try to look cool like the girls I’ve seen you drive around before. Trying to pretend the sweat beading my forehead is my natural dew...

America's greatest First Daughter, the lovely Chelsea Clinton, graced the bedroom wall of every teenage boy from my generation. She was,...