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The Feather Pillow

The Feather Pillow - story

Horacio Quiroga

Alicia’s entire honeymoon gave her hot and cold shivers. A blonde, angelic, and timid young girl, the childish fancies she had dreamed about being a bride had been chilled by her husband’s rough character. She…

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,…

Fragment of a Novel

Fragment of a Novel - story

Lord Byron

“In the year 17__, having for some time determined on a journey through countries not hitherto much frequented by travellers, I set out, accompanied by a friend, whom I shall designate by the name of…

Down the Path

Down the Path - story

Juan Cárdenas

Almost, almost there, but not quite. Something woke me up. A noise. I’m dripping wet, but I didn’t get there. I’m still half asleep. Nearly, but not quite. The wind is blowing through the coffee…

Séance with the Stasi

Séance with the Stasi - story

Sarah Khan

She was the lady in your neighborhood. You saw her at the supermarket, you saw her in line at the post office. She was like Monday, the day she brought her kid to school, Tuesday,…

Oxytocin

Oxytocin - story

Miguel Serrano Larraz

My sister always said that it was much better to have a niece or nephew than your own child. I suppose that my mother agreed with her. My sister said that with a nephew you…

The Last Thing We Need

The Last Thing We Need - story

Claire Vaye Watkins

July 28 Duane Moser 1077 Pincay Drive Henderson, Nevada 89015 Dear Mr Moser On the afternoon of June 25 while on my last outing to Rhyolite, I was driving down Cane Springs Road some ten…

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…

Lazarus

Lazarus - story

Leonid Andreyev

I When Lazarus rose from the grave, after three days and nights in the mysterious thralldom of death, and returned alive to his home, it was a long time before anyone noticed the evil peculiarities…

Doing Your Duty

Doing Your Duty - story

Ariel Magnus

The moment he heard the scream – he hadn’t heard the gunshot, or hadn’t interpreted it as such, because once you’ve got used to the endless cascade of noise from an internal patio you stop…

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