“The healer’s home is a genuine trailer and sure as shit there’s the letters J-E-S-U-S graffiti-ed in red right across it.”
How much work would a no-cook shirk, if a no-cook could shirk work?
“Can a friend kidnap a friend?”
Maggie and I had done plenty of kinky things over the years, but we’d stayed away from eating rare magical animals.
Some people have thought during your transition that you’re a knockoff, an off-brand woman.
Those poor people, they thought. What’s wrong with them that their houses don’t rise, too?
We didn’t know how to read the words. It started with ‘inchoate’ and ‘grotesque,’ and spread to ‘brain’ and ‘rain’ and ‘love.’
Where skinny shoulder blades should have ended, they began, two shadows sprouting from the child’s back. Wings made of dust.
I had been unquestioningly loyal to Himself even after he killed my mother.
“She’d been able to handle Alan, to contain everything, but after seeing Erin in the hospital, he’d unraveled like never before.”
Look, Seo-Yun said, and went to the girl. This is why you must run.
Do you know how dandelions reproduce?
I'm the one about to die, and he's the one crying?
What does a town do after bodies wash up on the beach?
She loved snakes, but this one was a motherfucker.
“A red dot blossoms on the screen. Eric presses the trigger on the joystick and his hand tremors. The countdown begins.”
Being attacked by a human man nowadays seems quaint.
In a small town divided along religious lines, can two teens—a Hindu and a Muslim—be friends? Fiction from India.
I’ll shed those onerous memories and transform into an animal unconstrained by terrible burdens. I’ll lead a life without guilt.
“You listen when she looks at you this way, to her eyes if not to her words.”
What kind of story would you like to write?
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