Fiction

   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...

   Furniture and furnishings, Chinoiserie and tchotchkes, jewelry when she can find it, Sandy’s shop, Mixed Bag, has become the mainstay of her life. Lovers come and go but armoires are forever. That’s the beauty of the old...
   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...

   The pain of looking at him strapped down on the hospital bed was almost too much to bear. Tubes and wires running from his nose, mouth, and arms connected him to various bottles, electronic devices, and, it seemed, even to the wall...

   I’m lying in bed cuddled up to my 15-year-old daughter listening to her heart. It’s strong even though she thinks it’s broken. When I tell her this, she lets out a soft sob, and I lean into her, closer.

   When I was nine my best friend Marcus and I discovered that the Good & Plenty machine at Epic Encores Video Store was broken and no longer required our quarters; the knob just turned and turned, raining down as much licorice booty...

    She gave me a smile so littered with teeth that you would have thought she needed two sets of lips to cover them. Then she blew me a kiss.     “Oh Jack, you were supposed to catch it.” I’d...

Part Two    One week to the day before his 45th birthday, Michael Westerman, rushing up a staircase, got winded. He closed his eyes and tried to pull himself from whatever had seized him. It gripped his back and pulled him down with the...

   One week to the day before his 45th birthday, Michael Westerman, rushing up a staircase, got winded. He pulled the banister until he made it to the top. He felt like sitting, right there on the floor, but instead arched forward and...