Fiction

I have to say my past couple of Halloweens were a drag. Yes, it was certainly good to get out after months cooped up in a very small space and, yes, that crisp autumn air was always so invigorating. But, when you’re my age, the bones catch a...

    Mom, cocktail in hand, retires to the den and “American Idol.” Myra goes to the living room with a copy of Time. On the piano are rows of pictures of Tara. The little joiner. Tara’s extra-curricular activities...

   Tara always thought of repression as a myth, a psychological put-on. Now she lives with it. The rape itself she doesn’t remember. She remembers being on the bathroom floor and there being blood. She was drunk and had to get her...

   Tara always thought of repression as a myth, a psychological put-on. Now she lives with it. The rape itself she doesn’t remember. She remembers being on the bathroom floor and there being blood. She was drunk and had to get her...

   “Before we go into the store, I just want to go over a couple of things.”     “Okay, but you said since it’s my birthday I could get an animal.”     “Absolutely...

   It’s hard to be mad at Blue. You stare up at the ceiling and listen to the sound of a long, hissing fart as your body slowly lowers itself to the ground. It’s seven in the morning on Saturday and Blue’s oddly lethal...
   The man walks toward me on Kalakaua Avenue, a tall man, and straight. His progress is halting. Three steps forward and stop, then another three and stop. His hair is past shoulder length, matted and gray like his beard. His clothes...

   Our community was wealthy with young ones in the ’60s. Everywhere you turned there was laughter, bikes, and ballgames. All those kids running around like a pack of wild Indians and not one had a lick of sense! We were blessed at...
   The Star welcomes submissions of essays for its “Guestwords” column, of between 700 and 1,200 words, and of short fiction, between 1,000 and 2,000 words.    Authors can either e-mail their pieces (in text or...