Sunday Brunch with the World Maker- By Stefan Stenudd

  (Below is a chapter from Sunday Brunch with the World Maker) Elusive Life I wouldn’t mind at all listening to some of Cael’s love stories, but I...

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...

Turkish Night – By Blaze Minevski

  Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska       Every story can be told in such a way that it will become more beautiful, and...

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...

Moving Shadow – By Blaze Minevski

  Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska Chona’s Chocho and Damjan Dabiziv are sitting under the withered plum tree on the boundary. The boundary divides them...

Stars above Detroit – By Jonathan B. Ferrini

  It was a cold and snowy December when I was handed the address of a “crack house” in one of the deserted and boarded...

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...
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