Browsing Category Fiction
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Does the Name Blackie Donovan Mean Anything To You?
There’s this little guy on my porch I’ve never seen before. He’s a caricature of an Irish thug and he’s looking for Mikayla, my daughter, who he accuses ...
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Q&A with author Marco Rafalà and an excerpt of How Fires End
Heartbreaking and haunting, How Fires End is a powerful novel that explores devastating family secrets - who keeps them and why, how and when they will someday be ...
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The Novel I Will Never Write: A Screed by Gabe Cohen
The protagonist of the novel I will never write is kind of like me. Except more articulate. And cleverer. And a bit more handsome. And, if I’m real ...
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An Awesome Gap
Around the corner, the lot opened up and the asphalt smoothed out. The rough patches disappeared and Patrick glided along, gaining speed as he headed for a concrete ...
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The Asshole
He was not a very good person. He was, by many accounts, vile, impolite, crude, inappropriate, ignorant, insensitive, and offensive. He was a gifted asshole, a precocious prick, ...
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Eyewitness
The eyewitness entered. He had no eyes. Unsteadily he made his way through the courtroom, groping the air with his hands. Blood ran from his eye-sockets, blood so ...
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Drawing Father
At ten years old, I liked to jump out of my bedroom window at night and lie on my back behind the house. Here I could think about ...
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Advice 0
Ask Annie: Imagining Fiction
Anne Bernays has been a mainstay of Pangyrus since our launch–and a mainstay of fiction and non-fiction writing for decades. Co-author of What If?, one of the most enduring texts ...
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Microwave Oven
I once had a friend who was a microwave oven. She heated up quickly, but had a cold heart. I went to high school with her. We kept ...
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Talking Moharrém Blues
On his first visit from the town to the village, Matt’s heart sank. The room he was supposed to teach in had no windows and barely even a ...
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Fiction 3
Someone Called for You
1 When she turned the corner of the store, holding two gallons of paint in one hand and box of rainbow chalk in the other, I realized I’d ...
