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Birth

Birth - story

Abdel Aziz Baraka Sakin

It was her panting that drew me over. I was exhausted, as the new work regime had been sucking every last drop of life out of us. But my misreading of the situation (what with…

Rabbits of Baghdad

Rabbits of Baghdad - story

Raghad al-Suheil

I don’t think we did go blind, I think we are blind, blind but seeing, blind people who can see, but do not see. José Saramago   Saeed, drunk, opened the door. The rabbit hopped…

A Handful of Dirt

A Handful of Dirt - story

Jan Dost

As soon as he saw his friend, who had just arrived from back home, in the airport arrivals lounge, he asked him, “Did you bring it?” His friend gestured to the backpack hanging off of…

The Red Crown

The Red Crown - story

Mikhail Bulgakov

Most of all I hate the sun, loud human voices, and pounding. Rapid, rapid pounding. I am so afraid of people that if I hear someone else’s footsteps and the sound of voices in the…

The Bowmen

The Bowmen - story

Arthur Machen

It was during the Retreat of the Eighty Thousand, and the authority of the Censorship is sufficient excuse for not being more explicit. But it was on the most awful day of that awful time,…

Keys

Keys - story

Salman Natour

A poet leaves his house in haste, heading toward the harbor. In one hand, he carries a book of poems; in the other, his keys. The man then boards a British ship that takes him…

The Border-Line

The Border-Line - story

D.H. Lawrence

Katherine Farquhar was a handsome woman of forty, no longer slim, but attractive in her soft, full, feminine way. The French porters ran round her, getting a voluptuous pleasure from merely carrying her bags. And…

Wars in Distant Lands

Wars in Distant Lands - story

Najem Wali

When I pulled Teresa’s postcard from the mailbox it was three in the afternoon. I didn’t read it at first, just glanced at it quickly as I stepped into the house, the card still clutched…

Sons

Sons - story

José Miguel Tomasena

1 I met Olegario and his son William in the town cantina. I’d been on the run for weeks, travelling drunkenly from one place to another. I slept in the car and ate when I…

Upturned Face

Upturned Face - story

Stephen Crane

“What will we do now?” said the adjutant, troubled and excited. “Bury him,” said Timothy Lean. The two officers looked down close to their toes where lay the body of their comrade. The face was…