A new email dings into his box and Miller cringes. Somehow he knows it’s from her, something about the ding – it is insistent,... more

Excerpt from Centers for Disease Control: Obesity in Central Florida, February 2019. Wes Urban, 32 years of age, 298 lbs. We... more

The man woke up and walked to the bathroom. He relieved his bladder and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked at the clock. 6:25. He... more

We pull into the campground and it’s just like I imagined it would be: chaparral scrub receding to oaks and firs as we move up... more

Guildenstern flips the coin and holds it out for Rosencrantz to see. “Heads,” Rosencrantz says. “Again... more

Captain’s Log: Captain Richard L. Hiltonshire, HMS Evoque, North Carolina Coast. May 12, 1801 The Coast is in sight. America,... more

Burns looks out toward the road. He puts a hand up to the glass and shakes his head. “I can’t believe this,” he says, his... more

Cynthia wakes to coffee smell and the sounds of William getting breakfast ready for the kids. She closes her eyes and for a moment, it is as... more

You are not the kind of guy who would be at a place like this at this time in the evening. But here you are, and you cannot... more

  Derek barely slows down at intersections. Not anymore. Not since we got that card reader and “set out toward the... more

The first thing was, everybody’s voices changed. Not changed deeper, like puberty. This was changing back: they went high, squeaky,... more

We were taking shots at the bar before the bar, pre-gaming, game-facing. We did a round of jaeger bombs and Fixer knocked some dap and went outside for a smoke.

The real cowboy wears a fishing cap and one of those vests you associate with photographers, only his isn't stuffed with film or lenses... more

Here is what I know. They wear tights. Their wings are thin flapping things that look more like dragonflies than butterflies. They never... more

“I thought you were going to play football,” she says. “Yeah,” I say. “You’re wearing... more

It is noon. Very hot. The Denver sun’s pitiless spotlight pushes down upon pedestrians carrying briefcases or carryout lunches.... more

How he got the resort people to put these tubs out here, I have no idea.