Henna HouseBy Nomi Eve
I knew that the Confiscator was a bad man. I knew that my father hated and feared him.
GirlsBy Laura Adamczyk
Excuse me, who are you? Ronnie asked. She had her sassy mouth on, but was still trying to be kind, as though the man were one of the rich neighbor kids who wouldn’t play with us.
Switchback, 1994By Jack Livings
The pool of blood had grown a custardy skin in the cold, so that as the wind blew, it strained and jiggled.
2 A.M. at the Cat’s PajamasBy Marie-Helene Bertino
Boys cross rooms for Georgie, who is full in the way they like. Foxy is the word for it, Sarina thinks, whereas she is foxless.
More Than ThisBy Tracey Rose Peyton
The boys here looked past her, their eyes steadily transfixed on the procession of tight designer jeans and heels clicking through the quad regularly on the hour.
Who Can Shave Thirteen Times a DayBy Tracy O’Neill
“I brushed Michael Bolton’s hair once,” I said, “and moisturized George Clooney too.”
Brest FortressBy Vladimir Kozlov, translated from the Russian by Andrea Gregovich
We walk along the forest on the side of the road. Onishchenko stops. “Give me your word, as one of the brothers, that you won’t tell anybody,” he says.
WaterborneBy Josh Weil
They had never been this far out in the lake, this lost, this on their own.
CrossbarBy Josip Novakovich
Instead of sobering up upon seeing the beheading, I went along with the hooligans. Hell, I was one of them.
What Lights Up the NightBy S. Hope Mills
“This is how your parents have explained Paula’s coming: In Northern Ireland, the Protestants and Catholics are fighting.”
Waiting for the ElectricityBy Christina Nichol
In the beginning, when God was distributing the land to all the nations, we Georgians missed the meeting.
The InteractionsBy Aaron Steven Miller
Most people experience the fullness of what it means to be a person. Most people, but not him.
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.