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The UFO, The Beach, and The Dead

The UFO, The Beach, and The Dead - story

Fernanda Melchor

In the early nineties, The Beach of The Dead was little more than a greyish strip at one end of Boca del Rio, Veracruz’ twin city. Its burning sands were covered in spiny scrubs festooned…

A Pair of Eyeglasses

A Pair of Eyeglasses - story

Anna Maria Ortese

“As long as there’s the sun … the sun!” the voice of Don Peppino Quaglia crooned softly near the doorway of the low, dark, basement apartment. “Leave it to God,” answered the humble and faintly…

The Real Mother’s Song

The Real Mother’s Song - story

Geoff Schmidt

 “Win, win, win, win, win, win, win!!” was the incessant cry of our stepmother Sophie. It was the command that drove our household. She was a slight woman with a turned-up nose and a perky…

An Old-Fashioned Christmas

An Old-Fashioned Christmas - story

Richard Marsh

CHAPTER I–THE PROMISE   “An old-fashioned Christmas.–A lively family will accept a gentleman as paying guest to join them in spending an old-fashioned Christmas in the heart of the country.” That was the advertisement. It…

Scandal

Scandal - story

Alaa Hlehel

Although I was only ten years old, I could understand that something important had happened. Every time our bedroom door opened, my mother shut it again so we wouldn’t hear the frantic whispering in the…

Meat Eaters & Plant Eaters

Meat Eaters & Plant Eaters - story

Jessica Treat

My cat is in the driveway, gnawing on fine bones. The rain has begun: a warm muzzled sound, large soft drips, not the rapid dark downpour of yesterday. Everything wet and green, sopping, soaking. My…

Pan and Pirates

Pan and Pirates - story

Ashley Cowger

Hugh Furlong tells people that the single, snapshot moment that’s been burned into his brain to mark the end of his childhood was the moment he saw his brother Peter’s fist make contact with Albert…

Sunflowers

Sunflowers - story

Michal Yaara Carmi

I can’t recall when I first started scribbling those little notes I later stashed in various hiding places around the apartment. It sure as hell could not have been a lot earlier, because at the…

Keys

Keys - story

Salman Natour

A poet leaves his house in haste, heading toward the harbor. In one hand, he carries a book of poems; in the other, his keys. The man then boards a British ship that takes him…

Sun Shields

Sun Shields - story

Yariv Sapir

Yuda is banging the wall with his pillow; Moishe is switching the lights off and on again. I lay silent, not involved in the nightly disturbance. “He’s coming!” calls Zvika, the sun-shield watcher. We get…