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One Too Many

One Too Many - story

Emiliano Monge

Someone, probably the ticket inspector, told him that his was the only suitcase. No one else was going to Alquila today. There’s no way it can get lost. But Hernández insisted on taking it with…

A House in the Burbs

A House in the Burbs - story

Valeria Correa Fiz

In February 2001 we found exactly what we were looking for: a wooden house in the suburbs of Miami with large windows overlooking a canal with green water that flowed into the Atlantic. We considered…

The Collector

The Collector - story

Karla Suárez

He was a famous salsa singer. She collected things and did occasional tattoos. He was married to a rich Japanese businesswoman. She had a French lover. They met by chance. She was trying to convince…

Funny Valentine

Funny Valentine - story

Paulo Scott

The taxi cab drove all over town. The driver was leering at me, telling stupid jokes to get my attention. I waited until I had finished my cigarette and asked him to pull over at…

Father Christmas Spends the Night

Father Christmas Spends the Night - story

Samanta Schweblin

The Christmas that Father Christmas came to spend the night at my house was the last time we were all together. After that night Mummy and Daddy stopped fighting, but I don’t think Father Christmas…

The Girl of his Dreams

The Girl of his Dreams - story

Sabrina Huang

He turned his computer off and on again six times, took his first shower of the week, and went downstairs for some cold noodles and a packet of cigarettes. Only then did he dare believe…

The Pit

The Pit - story

Santiago Roncagliolo

“You really ought to see it before you go,” said Wordsworth. “It’s not something to be missed. That is, of course, if you dare …” Wordsworth tended to get a little peevish in the early…

The Snow Traveller

The Snow Traveller - story

Ayfer Tunç

Day had broken long ago. The mountains on whose peaks black clouds settled sparkled under a cold blue as though reporting that the pause given during the night by the snow that had snowed thus…

The Purloined Letter

The Purloined Letter - story

Edgar Allan Poe

Nil sapientiae odiosius acumine nimio. Seneca. At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18–, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my friend…

The Queen of Spades

The Queen of Spades - story

Alexander Sergeievitch Pushkin

At the house of Naroumov, a cavalry officer, the long winter night had been passed in gambling. At five in the morning breakfast was served to the weary players. The winners ate with relish; the…

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