Most read stories

Sisters

11621162 views33 comments33 favs

Jo was tailored, Amy was frivolous with ribbons and bows, Meg was plain and sensible; and Beth, who was ill and had no costume changes, wore the same nightgown throughout the dress-up session.

Pot or Marijuana

11611161 views55 comments55 favs

Every six weeks or so, he and I would argue. I would argue. He would listen. He raised me twenty-five cents each time. I suppose that is a bad habit for me to have gotten into—to get pissed about rates and to fight to get a raise.

Hela Hey Aloha

11611161 views44 comments44 favs

“Everyone you see is half asleep. And you're on your own, you're in the street.” -John Lennon What we can muster now is a few choice words of humor, but unfortunately that won't show them anything that they haven't seen…

Dark

11611161 views00 comments00 favs

Slowly, she eased me into my place where I melted into the dark seat

Unintentional Hermits- Becky

11611161 views11 comment11 fav

Suddenly she feels the urge to go, the TV lounge, with its flat Ikea furniture and black sofas where two young men glowering sprawl, is unknown territory. She can imagine those eyes, mouths, hands all over her. One of them looks up and there is an unspoke

Blood In Heaven

11611161 views11 comment11 fav

She felt the ants crawling across her arms, felt them digging into her flesh. The needle was still attached to her flesh, bruises lined along the stretch of skin. Her body convulsed until she slipped into slumber. The following morning she could no longer continue her self…

LIES

11611161 views22 comments00 favs

When I was nine years old, I fell through the rotting boards that covered my grandmother's cesspool and nearly drowned.

Jam Sessions with Wannabe Rock Stars

11611161 views55 comments33 favs

Hey Sledge! Yo. Did you know Socrates hated the idea of writing thoughts down? He said it weakened the memory…made us lazy. Say wha? That's why he never wrote a book. The only way we know about him is through his student Plato's writing. St

Blades of Grass

11611161 views1717 comments88 favs

What are the odds of August rain in Texas?

The Fourth Prague Defenestration: 7

11611161 views22 comments22 favs

The family castle, Krivoklat, pronounced something like sheevoklat, where my maternal grandmother’s family ran a hotel, was founded in 1109 A.D. (how long our family ran the hotel business is anybody’s guess, taken over by the Nazi’s, then the C

A Writer Abroad

11611161 views99 comments99 favs

Here’s an obvious fact: I live in Germany, but don’t speak much German. Okay, I speak very little German. Truth be told, hardly any.

THE TIDE OF LIFE

11611161 views66 comments44 favs

It was an autumn day, late in the afternoon, a Tuesday, when the last murderer died. There was no official announcement. Indeed, she and her crime had been forgotten. Pancreatitis, her cause of death. Quite treatable, the cancer. Nothing could be done for the gene that…

when you're not here, your feeling is

11611161 views11 comment11 fav

never have i wanted/ to stay in one place long,/ flight inspired to escape/ existential ennui--

Crossing the Center Line

11611161 views88 comments11 fav

He was a Decembrist but he was not / one of the hanged

Something Wrong

11611161 views11 comment00 favs

Her questions apparently had their desired effect.

Stableford

11611161 views00 comments00 favs

Mike Summer's moustache was perfect. Hard bristle and so symmetrical it looked cut to the angles of a military imperative. He was pretty proud of it, thought the team of beaters, who watched him as he sat on the boot ledge of his sage green Mercedes 123 T, combing…

Portrait Of Junky Summer

11611161 views11 comment22 favs

Old scars at night burn hot and bright Deep in her heart in Texas She rides around with the ragtop down Driving her brand new Lexus

The Nude Pianist: A Novel: Chapter 38

11611161 views44 comments22 favs

—Francesco, I wish you would give up smoking, said Michiko.

femme fatale

11601160 views33 comments22 favs

her knife cleaves a single red hair

Dear A. Lien

11601160 views22 comments00 favs

Time is a form of sandwich. Each component of the sandwich is nestled between night and day, which enclose it like slices of bread. There are minutes, hours, and seconds. Seconds are tiny, like sesame seeds. Minutes are a little larger. Think of them as p

Short Terms Plans

11601160 views22 comments00 favs

It's going to be expensive, but it's booked and I am going to enjoy every single minute of it.

notes on flying

11601160 views22 comments22 favs

Going to Atlanta 6AM Despite all the issues presented by Delta this morning (the rescheduling of my 7am flight at 1am to a flight at 10, giving me a two minute layover time in Detroit, and my eventual own rescheduling of my flight to 6am, and waiting…

Fateful Day

11601160 views00 comments00 favs

Erica was practically pushed into the dressing room, three dresses in each arm and a tag saying "6 items. Attach tag to doorknob and bring all items and this tag to attendant when finished" in her mouth cause she had nowhere else to put it.

only connect

11601160 views55 comments22 favs

lift my love and be lifted

woke up in 2010//an exercise four years ago

11601160 views33 comments33 favs

I am from slow diagnoses, impatience and parents skeptical of New York City doctors. I am from tall buildings, yogurt shakes, and envy for my brother's asthma machine. I am from here, stay away from there, don't get too close, be careful at the edge, the…

here, winter

11601160 views1313 comments99 favs

a day so brittle

dream lives and cancers

11601160 views11 comment00 favs

Around sunset or sometime after, we are on the futon talking about dream lives and cancers. He asks me about my ideal living situation, my ideal career, my ideals in general. I would be a turtle, I say. I would travel and have a home I could always go to, I could always be…

Summer XVI

11601160 views55 comments11 fav

It was the truth, you'd say. Then someone else would step in, someone who knew the situation. It wasn't long before the entire population of our sleepy little town became accustomed to your routine. It was even welcome in some circles. Those circles were made up…

And then we... Part 2

11601160 views44 comments33 favs

The way I figure it, mom wasn't worth a shit. I'd cry when she hit me but she'd just keep pounding. When I was seven, she burned a hole in my back. It happened one day at the fair. We were walking around. She didn't have any money so all we could do was walk. I had…

Christ's Fingertips

11601160 views00 comments00 favs

they could be barefoot bastard children for somebody else to clothe