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Its Name is ‘Bird’

Its Name is ‘Bird’ - story

Kamal Riahi

Jalal wasn’t happy unless he was wreaking havoc. He was the village’s fearsome little devil. At any time he might raid the neighbours’ chicken coops and rabbit hutches. Then we’d see him grilling the meat…

The Treasure

The Treasure - story

Yusuf Idris

Abdul Aal was a tall, dark-skinned plain-clothes policeman. On the back of his right hand he had an open-mouthed fish with a cleft tail and a spot on its eye. Abdul Aal was a detective….

Some People Run in Shorts

Some People Run in Shorts - story

Sólrún Michelsen

A runner asked me one morning on my way to work, “Hey, you. Can you tell me what time it is?” I replied, “Ten to.” “To what?” he asked. I stared at him briefly. “To…

The Blue Hotel

The Blue Hotel - story

Stephen Crane

I The Palace Hotel at Fort Romper was painted a light blue, a shade that is on the legs of a kind of heron, causing the bird to declare its position against any background. The…

A Meditation Upon a Broomstick

A Meditation Upon a Broomstick - story

Jonathan Swift

According to the Style and Manner of the Hon. Robert Boyle’s Meditations. This single stick, which you now behold ingloriously lying in that neglected corner, I once knew in a flourishing state in a forest….

The Gentle Lena

The Gentle Lena - story

Gertrude Stein

Lena was patient, gentle, sweet and german. She had been a servant for four years and had liked it very well. Lena had been brought from Germany to Bridgepoint by a cousin and had been…

Impoverished

Impoverished - story

David Bergelson

I When the waste and dreariness of her life become too much for Zivia, the younger and more embittered of the two unmarried Pozis sisters, she stops eating and washing. Wearing only her shift and…

Yasha’s Eternity

Yasha’s Eternity - story

Anna Starobinets

Yasha Hein woke up while it was still dark – long before the alarm clock rang – because of a strange quietness that was filling him up from within. During the evening of the previous…

I Only Blast Under Written Orders

I Only Blast Under Written Orders - story

Alexander Kluge

Sergeant Guy Bohn was a lawyer in civilian life. In the winter of 1939 he had been transferred from active front line service as a soldier of France near the Luxembourg border because of a…

The Last Summer of Our Patriarch

The Last Summer of Our Patriarch - story

Idra Novey

On the third day of vacation, we woke in our rental cabins by the ocean to find half our flip‐flops were gone. One of the baby’s potato‐sized sandals was missing as well. By the door,…