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Nam

Nam - story

María Fernanda Ampuero

She’s getting naked. Something either very bad or very good is happening. Happening to me. Whatever it is, my parents can’t find out. I’m at a friend’s house. Nothing strange there. But my new friend,…

River of Honey, Lake of Milk

River of Honey, Lake of Milk - story

Ahmed Omar

Hadiya would visit us with her mother. On sunny days, we did our homework together under the grapevine; in winter, we did it by the stove. Her books were often torn: she didn’t like books…

The Mother of all Defiance – Forth Place

The Mother of all Defiance – Forth Place - story

Mimi Broihier

Mom gave me a block of cheddar cheese and a sleeve of Fig Newtons when I left home for California in August of 1983. Apparently back then, when crossing the country alone in an unreliable…

Chaim and Me (A chapter from novel)

Chaim and Me (A chapter from novel) - story

Habib Sayah

Due to the imminent end of my summer break, and shortly before resuming my work at the Teacher Training College at the beginning of the third week of September, I reassured my wife, Zuleika al-Nadra,…

The White Flower

The White Flower - story

Teffi

Our friends the Zaitsevs live out of town “The air is so much better out in the suburbs,” they say. That is, they can’t afford to live where the air is bad. A small group…

The Father Hole

The Father Hole - story

Andrea Lundgren

When Dad’s eyelids drop like a guillotine she pulls the car door shut with a click. He turns his gaze to the road, and from her shady spot in the backseat she can only see…

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…

And The Sea Is Not Full

And The Sea Is Not Full - story

Edna Shemesh

 “I have not yet begun to fight!” John Paul Jones    1 The road descends all the way to the sea, as though the whole world was a huge basin where everything drove, sailed, glided…

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…

The Green Devil

The Green Devil - story

Teffi

I could think of nothing else all month: Would they let me go to the Christmas party, or not? I was cunning. I prepared the ground. I told my mother about the glorious achievements of Zhenya…