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The Seventh Floor - story
Mohammed Salah Rajeh
You wanted me a slave bought and sold You wanted me in despair joyless. *** The distance between one floor and another was months and years. Sometimes the lift was crowded. Sometimes it…
The Smuggler - story
Iftach Alony
“The invention of the soul allows us to conceive of the body as a parasite. Hands can be objects that are devoid of feeling during the day but soft and tender at night. These actions…
The Picture Horse - story
Pu Sung-ling
A certain Mr. Ts’ui, of Lin-ch’ing, was too poor to keep his garden walls in repair, and used often to find a strange horse lying down on the grass inside. It was a black horse…
The Universe of Things - story
Gwyneth Jones
The alien parked its car across the street and came and sat down in the waiting room. He must have seen this happen, peripherally. But he was busy settling the bill with a middle-aged woman…
Interview With an Assassin - story
Daan Heerma van Voss
The low sun, the brass bands, the President’s face blazing with self-confidence. Everyone over thirty can still bring the images to mind. The President, who was on an official visit to Afrasia, a turbulent and…
The Day By Day Mosque - story
Mortada Gzar
This vinegar is exactly ninety-nine years old, if the calculations I jotted down on my calendar of motivational quotes are correct, because the perfume was produced exactly a week before the enormous concrete head of…
Mortimer Gray’s History of Death - story
Brian Stableford
1 I was an utterly unexceptional child of the twenty-ninth century, comprehensively engineered for emortality while I was still a more-or-less inchoate blastula and decanted from an artificial womb in Naburn Hatchery in the…
Inside Outdoors - story
Martín Felipe Castagnet
The giant is starting to rot and Minerval still has no news from the man that’s dreaming it. The programmer must be sick, she thinks: if he were dead the forest would dissolve and then…
Jabir Sabeel - story
Mansour Mohammad El Souwaim
1. Citizen Jabir Sabeel awoke to the alarm of his Nokia mobile phone at exactly 6:05. He tried, like every morning, to cover his face with a pillow, but he felt an awful weakness….
The Pink Tuber - story
Vladimir Sorokin
On Thursday Anna found out that she was pregnant. When she came home from work, she didn’t start dinner but instead sat at the tiny kitchen table, put her gaunt hands on the new oilcloth,…
