Her direct reports retorted.
-- from "The Telephone" by Deb WestinHis hatred for her murdered any mirth from his laughter.
from "Cheaters Never Win" by Bill BlumeWe also had an old she-goat outfitted with a bonnet, a necklace of bells and a banner draped over her tufted mane that read, simply and affectionately, "Emma."
from an untitled story by Brooks Smith After Lucy died from the adulterated syrup, I haven't seen a single customer.
from "Adultery" by Archie AbaireGrandpa told me not to listen to Grandma because Angels don't cry in heaven, they're all happy because their prostates work.
from "Angels Don't Cry" by Rose Ann Robbins Settling upon dismemberment in the bathtub, she set out to drag the corpse down the hall only to discover there was no body.
from "Poison" by James BryantShe died just after her third cough.
also from "Poison" by James Bryant The call of a loon drifts across the face of the water oodle-oodle-who-oodle-who?
from "Loon Lake" by Jim NoonanMrs. Engelberg's trying to kill rats with molasses.
from "Albert, the Absent Minded Apothecary" by Sheri BlumeThere, beneath the moonlight, beneath the honeysuckle transplanted to hide her own awakening to where she came from, screwed into the heart of the land-shackles and chains left to endure the weather of much deeper sorrow.
from "A Web" by Nick Lincoln The invisible man orders a cheeseburger.
from "Lost in the Lost Hour" by Lewis King Oh, it's the cripple-mute.
from "Crippled" by Saomi Thi Thach"Oh, that was just some random guy," she said after another slow slurp from the maroon volcano bowl.
from "Focused" by Gayla Mills Having managed in his first arrest to apprehend an imaginary character, I knew my son would have a promising career in law enforcement.
from "My Son's Latent Tendencies" by James Miller To make a long, sad story short, suffice it to say that an interest in suffragettes led to wearing trousers, which led to smoking and drinking in public establishments and a demand for the vote.
from "A Cautionary Tale" by Lana Jo EsteppI watched the phone crash to the floor and break faster than my dreams against the sharp rocks of reality.
from "Anticipation" by Adam Traub I'm just one boogeyman in a thousand, and now you have me all to yourself. from "Can You Hear Me Now?" by Ross Bassett
Would somebody please shoot that fucking drummer.
from "Melt in the Music of the Drums!" by Erich Dietrich There was a strange ineffable shame about having an Adam's apple and smelling cantaloupes at 2 p.m. on a weekday.
from "One Month" by James MillerBack to the cover story.