Archivi categoria: Short-story

To Jaffa by Ayman Sikseck

He  placed  his  notepad  on  his  knee  and  wrote:  Cloudy.     The  smell  of  gasoline  and    garbage  bins.      Then  he  looked  out  the  window  again    to    verify  that  there  was  nothing  he  had    failed    to    note.  The  bus  pulled … Continua a leggere

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Lightning Strikes Twice In All The Best Places by Berit Ellingsen

The city of apples and horses sat on the edge of the steppes, paved roads for cars and dirt tracks for caravans leading into and out of it like spokes in a wheel. Only a generation ago, the city had … Continua a leggere

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Endekaria di Alexander Shpatov

 ENDEKARIA di Alexander Shpatov “Benvenuto”, A. sorride al partecipante successivo, allungando il programma insieme ad un rotolo di banconote espressamente dipinte a mano fatte di un mix di lino e cotone. “Il suo sussidio da parte della banca NDK”. [ NDK, … Continua a leggere

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OLAF by Abdellah Taia

                                                                                                    OLAF                                                                                           by Abdellah Taia  In another life I am looking at you; your face seems so familiar. You’re smiling. A long time ago, I got to know you. I slept with you one night After we made … … Continua a leggere

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Pants McDonovan Eats Some Crystal by Shane Jones

Pants McDonovan Eats Some Crystal by Shane Jones              Pants McDonovan keeps a small box hidden in the closet. It sits under a row of hanging clothes, on top of four brown boxes. The small box is white and shinny … Continua a leggere

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One woman show by Anna Rozen

« Elles savent pas ce qu’elles veulent ! » Enfin il paraît, c’est ce que j’entends dire. Alors bon, je ne suis pas obtuse, je me dis : si on le dit c’est qu’il y a quelque chose par là qui urtique, qui complique. … Continua a leggere

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Short story: CORSET by Virginia Zaharieva

                                                                                   CORSET                                                                       by Virginia Zaharieva    Tomorrow my husband turns forty. What can I give him when he already has everything? I’ll give him myself.   I go and buy a black corset with garters, stockings and the most … Continua a leggere

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Life as a missing spoon (excerpt) by Ivan Dimitrov

          LIFE AS A MISSING SPOON(excerpt) by Ivan Dimitrov  IS THAT ALL? Is that all you have to say about Zhana, he screams to himself. You’re talking about the best month-and-a-half of your life and the only thing you can … Continua a leggere

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FROM THE TAIL END OF A LONG, MEANDERING ESSAY ABOUT RECREATIONAL DRUG USE THAT NEVER GOT WRITTEN by John Wray

             FROM THE TAIL END OF A LONG, MEANDERING ESSAY ABOUT RECREATIONAL DRUG USE THAT NEVER GOT WRITTEN by John Wray Three days before my thirty-sixth birthday I found myself riding in the passenger seat of a rented Ford Prius, … Continua a leggere

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The Poet and the Novelist as Roommates by Sheila Heti

The Poet and the Novelist as Roommates by Sheila Heti The poet went softly to the novelist’s bedroom, while the novelist lay asleep, sleep coming out heavy like a stink through his nose. The poet stood in the doorway, watching, … Continua a leggere

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