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As you lie dying, snatches of memories dart through your brain. Your synapses fire them off one after another and they crowd your head, a tumbling blizzard of images. They are like pages torn from a book, blowing in the wind.


Terry and I lived in a model home once. It was part of a new development that never took off after the housing market went belly-up. The developer was a friend of Terry’s father, and he let us live there for a reduced rate. He said it was better than having the house vacant.


We are pleased to announce our nominations for the 2013 storySouth Million Writers Award. “The Dead Do Not Come Back At Night” by Hannah Lackoff (February, 2012) “Seven Miles Deep” by Tom Graham (October, 2012) “Jasper Rincon’s Loft” by Max Detrano (December, 2012) All the best to Hannah, Tom and Max!


If Mr. Vargas asked him who he thought he was, what the hell he thought he was doing, what would he say? What could he say?  But Mr. Vargas never asked; he never said more than ten words a night to Joseph, at least not in the past three months.


Miss Aline is going to die, but it will not be today. It won’t be this week, or next. Beyond that, not even I could say for sure.


When anyone asked Stephen what he wanted to be when he grew up, Stephen always answered, “Astronaut.”


My grandmother spent her last several thousand mornings highlighting the obituaries.


Albert Givens was a man who enjoyed counting. He worked for a bookkeeping firm, charged with the responsibility for seeing that columns of numbers matched to the penny. He lived in the same little house, on the same dead-end street, in the same Ballard neighborhood for the past 20 years.


10,000 Tons of Black Ink Pushcart Prize Nominations: “The Dead Do Not Come Back At Night” by Hannah Lackoff (February, 2012) “A Hunk of Meat” by Max Detrano (February, 2012) “Seven Miles Deep” by Tom Graham (October, 2012) “Jasper Rincon’s Loft” by Max Detrano (December, 2012) Congratulations to our nominees! Wishing you all our very […]


When Brian’s wife Jenny was first pregnant they went house hunting, leaving their efficiency condo in the city and venturing into the spiderweb of suburban living, looking for space and yards and wide, gleaming appliances.