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The Invisible Girl

The Invisible Girl - story

Mary Shelley

This slender narrative has no pretensions to the regularity of a story, or the development of situations and feelings; it is but a slight sketch, delivered nearly as it was narrated to me by one…

Meaning of Ends

Meaning of Ends - story

Martha Witt

This version of the story is in English. In Milan. Standing tiptoe on the edge of a king-sized bed. She is shutting a window cut into the slant of the ceiling. She is naked. It…

The Golden Apple Tree

The Golden Apple Tree - story

Virna Sheard

THIS story happened a long time ago in the country where anything may happen. The people who belong to that country stay there, and nothing can induce them to journey beyond its borders. Also, very few…

The Beautiful Thieves

The Beautiful Thieves - story

Martin Kluger

Later in the night he saw, strangely, the picture of himself as he had been before she came. He thought: ‘She has power to wake the dead.’  –Karen Blixen, “Tempests” Airport, present day, night-time In…

An Episode in the Life of Marshal de Bassompierre

An Episode in the Life of Marshal de Bassompierre - story

Hugo von Hofmannsthal

At a certain point in my life, my services entailed crossing the little bridge across the Seine (for the Pont Neuf was not yet built at that time) at a certain hour several times a…

We Were Fishing For Rockets

We Were Fishing For Rockets - story

Karen Köhler

1 You pressed your Nazi grandfather’s signet ring into my hand and asked me to throw it in the sea or some other body of water. Because you couldn’t. And I said: I’m not doing…

Rustic Chivalry

Rustic Chivalry - story

Giovanni Carmelo Verga

Turiddu Macca, the son of mistress Nunzia, when he came home from being a soldier, every afternoon strutted about the piazza with his bersagliere uniform and his red cap, that looked like a fortune-teller’s when…

Half-Measures

Half-Measures - story

Ángel Zapata

I was pretty worn out that night, but to me the red mark on Concha’s shoulder looked like a hickey and I said so. “This, you mean?” she asked, pointing to the mark without taking…

The Garden

The Garden - story

Luis Negrón

Sharon took advantage of the fact that we were washing the dishes to tell me she had been thinking about the day when Willie, my lover, would no longer be with us. “I can’t stop…

Madame Rose Hanie

Madame Rose Hanie - story

Gibran Khalil Gibran

Part One Miserable is the man who loves a woman and takes her for a wife, pouring at her feet the sweat of his skin and the blood of his body and the life of…