Father – By Blaze Minevski

  Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska   Now there are many people that write about what happened in our time, but only the two of us...

She was his Lolita – By Rimli Bhattacharya

  She always loved to write and dance, it was in her blood. She had been dancing since age four. She knew singing as well...

Soil – By Blaze Minevski

  Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska      My brother loved to eat soil, and I had to watch that he didn’t: do not let...

The Last Matinee – By James Gering

  Davey lay on the road under the lights, green, orange, red, green, orange, his cheek on the grittyasphalt, his limbs hinged at weird angles....

Drowning in the Red Sea – By Rebekah Ricksecker

   Marta Teaching is like acting, but with less pay. I relied heavily on my acting skills during seventh period every day, more than in any...

Black Rainbow – By Miriam Sagan

(An Excerpt from the novel) ….Fifteen year old Rania has gone in search of the woman who killed her pregnant mother. She is taken in...

The Season of the Dandelions – By Blaze Minevski

  Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska   “Do you know Nena?” my mother says before I take off my shoes and before I enter home. That...

The Small-Town Sea – (An excerpt from the novel) By Anees Salim

Kindly join us for the Big Eid feast, Mr Unwin. Please be seated on the fictitious chair I have dragged out for you. Here...

The Kissing Class – By Michael Conniff

  You never knew what you might find in those handouts under Human Potential or Leisure Pursuits. You never knew, and it was in one...

The Tears of Paavo Laht – By Ranbir Sidhu

     Let me say at the outset, it wasn’t my idea. Nor was it Rohan’s. Upon such an enterprise, both of us looked...
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