Fiction
by Harriet Rzetelny.
“By age sixteen, he’d won a full scholarship to Emory College. By eighteen, he was convinced that my mother was sucking the life fluids out of his brain and went after her with a bread knife.”
by Marcia Calhoun Forecki.
“The last words Mrs. Sommers said to her husband were: ‘And don’t let that girl have the run of the house.’”
by Tim Erwin.
“He had a face that belonged in a Soviet bread line, waxen and expressionless, with skin tags and papules sprouting up from beneath the rough surface.”
by Elliott Hold.
“With the fat stripped away, she is her essential self. They don’t tell you how beautiful people can be when they’re dying.”
by Marpessa Dawn Outlaw.
“From the moment my friend George stepped from his loft to his death at the bottom of the building’s elevator shaft, there’s been one thing I can say I’ve known for sure—that love is dangerously overrated.”
by Robert Treu.
“’Every family has one,’ my sister Joyce liked to say. ‘One crazy uncle or aunt they can’t hide or forget.’”
by Kim Foster.
“Something nobody warns you about, when you get very sick, is that you have to be polite. You have to be Emily f-ing Post every minute of the day…”
by Christopher Notarnicola.
“Why he stopped showering, no one could say for sure, though everyone had their guesses.”
by Leonard Post.
“‘Kill me,’ he pleaded, not exactly in those words, but clothed rather in the language of assisted suicide. He had no right to ask that of me.”