Trix are for everybody, Lindy decides. It’s her fourth night stocking cereals. It’s meant to be punishment, either a temporary demotion from working the register or a toe-in-the dark waters of the vampire shift—her decision. The first couple of nights … 
You never hit a story that’s only one genre, do you? Westerns tend to have some element of romance, horror uses comedy as pressure-release valve, fantasy’s nearly always got a few solid action sequences, science fiction and spy thrillers trade …
Kilasa Nyalandu Among my people, being an albino is either good luck or a curse. When I was young, my mother protected me. She called me her ‘handsome white lion,’ and she sheltered me from the rest of the tribe. …
The room is small. There is just enough room for a bed, a chair and bookshelves. There is only one book on the shelves, it is Henry James “The Golden Bowl.” The walls are painted white, not the new blazing …
One: “Who were you fucking?” he asked. Saturday, mid-morning. She met his eyes. “Mitchell—why,” she said, but returned her attention to segmenting the grapefruit. The paper was folded over to Arts and Entertainment, to the theater reviews. Everything was …
The contemporary romance genre, with its stereotypical quaintness and occasional misogyny, has long been implicated for its utter lack of relevance to the literary reader. Love as a theme, at least, according to Vivian Gornick, an American critic and essayist, …
At her gynecologist’s office, Amber fills out a form which requires her to write each letter of her name in a little box. The boxes are small—impossibly small, she thinks, for women who are on edge to find out if …
Those familiar with Robert Bly’s wonderful book Leaping Poetry: An Idea with Poems and Translations, will realize that this essay steals Bly’s basic idea and attempts to run with it, to develop its implications for prose writing. So, it’s fitting …
