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Astronomical Objects

Astronomical Objects - story

Liz Prato

My lover’s fingers are long. When he stretches them out, they bow in the middle. When they bend, he can span five frets. He sits on the wide window sill, the guitar resting on his…

When the Lights Go Down

When the Lights Go Down - story

Liam Callanan

Rita Loomis had fallen asleep at her own retirement party. Her colleague Amelia Monroe noticed this from the back of the room, embarrassed for Rita, and grateful for herself. Because until that moment, Amelia was…

Guess Who Was at the Party?

Guess Who Was at the Party? - story

Kate Hill Cantrill

She didn’t look a thing like his girlfriend. This alone should have been a sign that she was just a fling, a diversion from what he had known for the past five years. She began…

Over the Hills and Far Away

Over the Hills and Far Away - story

Mary Webb

Margaret Mahuntleth, in the corner of the big settle, basked in the hearth-glow like one newly come to heaven. Warm light reddened her knitted shawl, her white apron, and her face, worn and frail. It…

The New Paris

The New Paris - story

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Lately, on the night before Whit Sunday, I dreamed that I was standing before a mirror, occupying myself with my new summer suit, which my parents had had made against the approaching festival. The dress…

The Fulness of Life

The Fulness of Life - story

Edith Wharton

    I For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush of a midsummer noon, when the heat seems to have…

Embrace

Embrace - story

Roxana Robinson

I They’re married, but not to each other.  Nat unlocks the door and then steps back, to let Ella go in first. The  hotel room is high-ceilinged and square, and a double bed takes up…

At the Paris Cinema

At the Paris Cinema - story

Shi Zhecun

What, is she actually going to buy the tickets herself? This puts me to shame. Isn’t this guy looking at me, this bald-headed Russian, I mean? And this woman has her eyes fixed squarely on…

The Invisible Girl

The Invisible Girl - story

Mary Shelley

This slender narrative has no pretensions to the regularity of a story, or the development of situations and feelings; it is but a slight sketch, delivered nearly as it was narrated to me by one…

Two Days

Two Days - story

Aimee Bender

I met Adam at the bookstore. He was in the section marked Biography/History and he was looking, extensively, at a book about some historical event no one’s ever heard of.  The only way I knew…