I might be wildly reading into Alta Ifland's story, "No One's Story," in the current issue of Action Yes, but I see it as a nicely constructed story about stories themselves, and where they come from.
The narrator, the one that is passing along 'No one's' story, begins by taking some laundry down to the laundry room, believing it to be empty. However, 'No one' is there and 'No one' tells their story:
This is No One’s story as I remember it:
I wish I could tell a tale full of so much detail that I would become entangled in its lateral detours and my heart would split apart like a red melon with small black seeds inside entirely identical to the plastic black seeds I once bought at Wall-Mart in the gardening department guided by a friendly clerk with a lemony smile who was watering the plastic seeds which are now in a wooden bowl in my living room and not inside a red melon which I wish I ate under a neon light with no one in sight.
When No One finished it was dark outside.
Is this Ifland's explanation as to where stories come from? From 'No one?' That they're not necessarily strictly from within the recesses of the author's minds, but come from an outside source? Maybe not, but it's the first thing that I thought of while enjoying this story.