Fiction

    Translated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim   He woke up early, as usual, and slipped swiftly from beneath the immense pile of blankets to...

  Dad’s car had plastic seat covers and no seatbelts. Whenever he turned a corner, he would intentionally accelerate, and Brad and I would slide...

  It was a weekly treat for me to attend an elegant, afternoon, “High Tea” at the beautiful “Mark Hopkins Hotel” after church services across...

    Her steps, long leaps in the sky, allow her to travel miles in seconds. The wind that whooshes under her stretched arms tickles her...

  This is an allegorical fiction following a girl named Echo as she tries to navigate a city where words only have meaning in the...

  The lighthouse was built with faith and it was sturdy against concussions of doubt. It was weather-worn and stained with lichen, but age only...

  Translated from the original Tamil by Nakul Vāc   It came and went like a flash of lightning. The ticket he had purchased was still in...

    She snickered as she uttered her name, “Dhaleshwari”. I smirked. “Didi, you continue with your studies. Dhala won’t disturb you”, her mother Sarala assured me. “Doesn’t...

    In between all the chit-chat about start-up companies and project financing, Tom stole a glance at his cell. He couldn’t be obvious, of course,...

    It is dark out. Ma flips down a switch on the wall by the front door and the porch light outside goes dark. She...