“He finds that he can light his candles merely by touching their wicks with a finger.” By Mike Meginnis
“Martin never expected to kill anyone when he was in the war. He had decided ahead of time to leave the killing up to the Marines.” By Sharon Erby
“I was luckier than my father as the great love of my life seemed to be indestructible. I played Scrabble.” By James Browning
“I wish I could kiss someone I hate.” By Lauren Becker
For Chintan Girish Modi writing is the cure for almost anything.
“She was the one who brought the condom today, the mix CD and candle. She’d pulled off his socks the way an expert would, not the way a virgin would.” By Christy Cruchfield
A wife falls apart, a marriage is broken, and a husband tries to pick up the pieces.
“I want to be a bigger man, a less predictable man than the kind who confuses love with sex.” By Courtney Maum
“Lydia is dead. But they don’t know this yet.” By Celeste Ng
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).”