A Brave Pilot From the New ChinaExcerpts from a novel by Ernesto Semán, translated from the Spanish by Tara FitzGerald
For many years I had thought about my father’s suicide, about his various possible suicides.
Someone Is ThereBy Jean McGarry
Every profession had its misfits and mediocrities, but few attracted, as his did, the very people it was designed to help.
Last Words from MontmartreBy Qiu Miaojin, translated from the Chinese by Ari Larissa Heinrich
The Taiwanese novelist’s story of a passionate relationship between two young women.
Love StruckBy Haifa Bitar, translated from the Arabic by Hannah Benninger
I had never, in my whole life, been able to understand love as a sickness.
Ezekiel Saw the WheelBy LaShonda Katrice Barnett
A heart-fixer is he, there is nothing he does not see…
I Will Crawl to Raleigh If I Have toBy Lauren Holmes
My mom and I were going to stop to break up with my boyfriend on our way to Emerald Isle, but the muffler fell off of my car right before we got to the exit we needed to take to Raleigh.
The Dead at the TableBy Antonio Tabucchi, translated from the Italian by Martha Cooley and Antonio Romani
When he left home he always needed to find a Target, otherwise he felt lost.
The Lobster KingsBy Alexi Zentner
I have two sisters, but I’m the one who works the ocean with Daddy, Cordelia Kings, heir to the throne.
ConversionBy Sara Nović
I do not trust these people, and they are not worth the embarrassment.
The Jealous WifeOrally told by Um Khalaf; collected and translated by Mei ElGindi.
“It’s over. I killed her,” he replied.
The Matiushin CaseExcerpt from the novel by Oleg Pavlov, and translated from the Russian by Andrew Bromfield
I don’t bear the army any grudge. I think they did right to beat me.
FiguracionesAn excerpt from the novel by Javier Mosquera, and translated from the Spanish by David Unger
I gave strict instructions for two specialists to watch over you twenty-four hours a day.
ElectionBy Mark Chiusano
People around Red were saying they were going to charge Piggy with a hate crime.
Necessary EvilBy Mikhail Iossel
Think of your being a Jew in terms of having been born with clubfoot: unfortunate, of course, but not the end of the world.
The Expedition to the Baobab TreeBy Wilma Stockenström, translated from the Afrikaans by J. M. Coetzee
I had felt him in my blood vessels, for he had come to live in me and I had begun to smell like him, and with his eyes…
The World in the EveningBy Norman Lock
To get to the point: last night an iceberg slid out of my mind and into the room, sheathing first the windows and then the walls with frost.
Crossing the Rio GrandeBy Courtney Angela Brkic
“The Pacific Ocean,” he was telling their children through the rearview mirror, “is greater than the Atlantic. Many creatures are living there.”
PelionBy Mario Alberto Zambrano
I could understand how difficult it must’ve been for two beautiful boys to resist one another, you, and my friend. But what happened next was what I had a hard time wrapping my head around.
BerchtaBy Teresa Milbrodt
The little people eat on the couch while Berchta and I eat at the kitchen table, and she relaxes enough to grouse about how no one appreciates the old gods and goddesses anymore. I assume this is a typical complaint among mythical figures.
The WidowBy Jennifer Acker Shah
The husband did not stop until he reached the ocean. Did not turn to wave at the woman he would widow.
Millions of Americans Are StrangeBy Nicholas Grider
Frank pays John to meet him at a hotel when Frank is in town so John can tie him up and leave him alone like that for eight to ten hours.
Wonder Woman UnderoosBy Scott McClanahan
I crawled out of the bed wearing my PJ top and these little Wonder Woman Underoos.
A Lifetime of FoodBy Naz Riahi
“He wouldn’t let me get a driver’s license. Did I ever tell you that? … I went down to the department and there was a soldier there who said, ‘I’m sorry but your husband has given us orders to turn you away.’”
¡VIEQUES!By Mary Akers
We were Boudreaux and Rothschild, Miller and Stackowski, O’Toole and Greene. We were Dani, Alyx, Rickie, Carlita, Jaz, Sam. We were butch. We were femme. We were bois. We were a tribe.
A Spring CleaningBy Dwyer Murphy
When the previous summer’s blackout revealed that Barrett kept his family on an electric well pump rather than pay the town for water, Patrick had eased his mother’s shame by announcing that nothing pleased him better than a bath in the pond.
The House on Iran StreetBy Hooman Majd
A map showed a tiny airplane, a jagged line trailing it, seemingly hovering over a dot named “Teheran.”
AppetitesBy Maria Mutch
The wolves patrol back and forth and back and forth along the forest periphery and terrify the village children but not the parents—the parents are too busy with their politics and knickknacks to notice much about the wolves.
from A Forest of a Thousand Daemons: A Hunter’s SagaBy D.O. Fagunwa, translated from the Yorùbá by Wole Soyinka
Without a doubt, my friend has told you the tale about my parents, and about the various things that I experienced when I visited the Forest of Irunmale.
The WatchBy Terese Svoboda
Everyone is hoping that the just declared new country will be lucky, that the rioting and murdering will not break out as predicted by the expat at our bar the night before.
Mother, Grandmother, and Aunt EllenBy Dorthe Nors, translated by Martin Aitken
They were full of stories, and right from the beginning they wanted to tell them all, and when they did they would look at him as if to encourage him to learn them by heart