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Headless

Headless - story

Karen Brennan

I was on my way to the bus stop when I saw the headless man. At first I thought it was a trick of the eye: I was wearing big dark glasses, possibly the head…

Produce

Produce - story

Sarah Gerkensmeyer

I’ve started grocery shopping at one of the new, big places that takes up an entire city block, but claims to support the envi­ronment and our health and world peace and all of that. It’s…

The Gift

The Gift - story

Iftach Alony

There are those who invent lies, and there are those who believe them. In an ideal world Jerry would spread his wings and fly away from there. For as long as he can remember himself,…

R.A. Looks for his Eyes

R.A. Looks for his Eyes - story

Sheikha Hussein Helawy

(From Letters to the Editor) We chose this letter amongst hundreds of letters that the newspaper receives. The reader preferred to sign his letter with R.A.; he asked for it to be published in the…

The Child

The Child - story

Antonia Baum

At home, in my flat, in the three neat and prettily decorated rooms belonging to me and nobody but me, lives a little child that torments me. We’re so attached by now that I can’t…

The Fat Girl

The Fat Girl - story

Marie Luise Kaschnitz

It was the end of January, not long after the Christmas holidays, when the fat girl came to me. That winter I had started lending books to the children from the neighbourhood, who were supposed…

Notes From a Spider

Notes From a Spider - story

Camilla Grudova

These notes were found in a leather binder, written on loose-leaf paper of good quality. The binder was stuffed in an old trunk, underneath a moth-eaten fox fur, small black records, many broken needles, tattered…

The Dream of a Ridiculous Man

The Dream of a Ridiculous Man - story

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

A Fantastic Story Chapter I I am a ridiculous person. Now they call me a madman. That would be a promotion if it were not that I remain as ridiculous in their eyes as before….

Invitation

Invitation - story

Claudia Hernández

I went out because I was invited. I had just showered and was peeking out my bedroom window when, all of a sudden, I saw myself pass by. But it wasn’t the me that I’d…

Was It a Dream?

Was It a Dream? - story

Guy de Maupassant

“I had loved her madly! Why does one love? Why does one love? How queer it is to see only one being in the world, to have only one thought in one’s mind, only one…