his desire heated to almost a reckoning, and I
(nonfiction)
I waited for a stimulus check that I doubted would come.
(nonfiction)
“The White Envelope (1975)” by Catherine Cusset, translated from the French by Armine Kotin Mortimer
All night long, Elena tossed and turned on her thin mattress and listened to . . . the coughs, the laughs, the sobs, and the whispers of all these poor people who had the same hopes as they did.
(fiction)
I’d sip on my coffee while showing off my fishnet thigh-highs.
(nonfiction)
OK is two empty letters, trapped in a meaningless alphabet, created by those who had vision, who thought we could do better than we were doing.
(drama)
Reviewer Matt Meade writes, “These sixty or so mean little tales come across as dispatches from some strange world, as if Grimms’ fairy tales all took place in a moldy locker room.”
(review)
I don’t see what you could do, unless you want to pay for a hotel room.
Social distancing is a luxury only for the rich.
(nonfiction)
So they invoked God to bless their spreadsheet. Some said God said those words were His . . . And others said God never really said that.
(fiction)
The beauty of code is instant gratification: I implement a feature, I test the feature, I see it work or fail.
(nonfiction)
