“Lydia is dead. But they don’t know this yet.” By Celeste Ng
“I want to be a bigger man, a less predictable man than the kind who confuses love with sex.” By Courtney Maum
A page by page key to the allusions in Vernon Downs, by Jaime Clarke.
This weekend, we have the story of two couples, and what it takes to survive a marriage on top of all that life throws at us.
“She could so easily recall the dark weight of him in the bed next to her, sinking deeper into shame as his body failed him yet again.” By Kenneth Calhoun
“So he and Tish would have to use strange cameras and mascara for a week. So what? After all, the swapped suitcase slip-up had quickly made them the center of their tour group’s sympathy.” By Matthew Pitt
“He’d come to appreciate the sounds she made, a steady grumble of snores that lessened whenever she turned on her side. The things she said were invariably hostile: ‘Who the hell is Becky?’ ‘Don’t fucking look at me!’ ‘Why didn’t you answer the phone?’” By Mike Heppner
A super-short work of fiction by Mark Sherman that the Woodstock Times called “a great, psychodrama-short story (involving psychoanalysis, no less).”
“Because of Channa’s guardianship, Siddhartha would become the ruler that he was ever destined to become.” By Phong Nguyen
“I clamped my arms to my sides in an attempt to hide the sweat stains. ‘She’s very bright,’ Uncle Robert added, as if describing a puppy or a small child. He leaned in close like he was sharing a secret.” By Kirstin Chen
“Back in the kitchen I found Robert licking one side of each pepperoni before he put it on the pizza.” By Thomas Thulman
“Daria laughs up at Jeff, the man she will marry, even though she’s not pregnant.” By Heidi Bell
“He couldn’t risk Walter, Peggy’s father, catching him doing things—you know, sexual things—with his daughter.” By Jamie Iredell
“At the time, Lucy Hayek saw Zack as a better alternative to experimenting with a bunch of anti-depressants.” By C.E. Hyun
“My girlfriend, the incredibly hot born-again Christian to whom I lost my virginity, asked me if you were an actual fag, or if you just acted like one.” By Michael Rowe