Treasure Hunters

By Susan Daitch
February 2016

So you’re the hotshot diver, he said, if you won’t take any money, let me buy you a hot dog.

Man on the Bus with a Spider on His Back

By J. M. Tyree
February 2016

There's a man on the bus sitting directly in front of you. He has a small brown spider crawling across his red shirt, near his left shoulder blade.

Blue Underworld

By John Benditt
January 2016

Area 51 has been hidden from the American people. For a long time. For their own good.

Square Wave

An excerpt of the novel by Mark de Silva
January 2016

It seared their eyes. Squinting, they watched the light dilate, divide in six. The rocket fell away, limp, useless, and dark as a new star grew against the storm.


By Jeff Parker
December 2015

Boundaries of Nations: What a joke American pool is. They play with miniature sticks on a tiny table with a bunch of tiny multicolored balls, a bunch of toy balls, just like between their American legs.

Shakespeare, New Mexico

By Valeria Luiselli, translated by Christina MacSweeney
December 2015

Boundaries of Nations: With time, I learned to love and master my scenes.

The Men and Women Like Him

Amber Sparks, from her forthcoming collection, The Unfinished World
December 2015

A year ago he brought the pox blankets back to the natives after a well-meaning group of illegal tourists stole them away. On return he had a sort of quiet breakdown.


By Maggie Shipstead
December 2015

He led her away, down one tunnel, then another. He took her through a passage where the bones were piled so high they had to wriggle over them on their bellies.

The Road to Alpullu

By Aysegul Savas
November 2015

I would examine the black and white photographs of Alpullu’s golden age. In their shadows, I identified the vanished town.


By Kevin T.S. Tang
November 2015

Then high school came, and my brother and I didn’t talk. I was some bitch-majesty in the schoolyard, and whoever said all tomboys are loved has never been a tomboy.

The Way You Look at Me

By Jean McGarry
November 2015

The husband wrote a letter every single day, sometimes more often. Sometimes, she didn’t open them, or deliberately misread them.

The Things They Carried

By Christos Ikonomou, translated from the Greek by Karen Emmerich
November 2015

They needed a way to keep the fire going until morning—that was another thing they had on their minds.


By Anthony Tognazzini
October 2015

In the deserted thoroughfares I heard the rumble of thug music, heavy with bass and shot through with electric guitar.


By Amanda Nazario
October 2015

When I met G I knew he’d figure in my life heavily, but I had no idea if our association would be sad or happy, ultimately—and I still don’t know which it will be, ultimately.

Water Butterfly

By Sylwia Siedlecka, translated from the Polish by Jennifer Croft
October 2015

No one knows when exactly he became the thing I fed upon, the thing whose body works for my body, day and night.

A Bunch of Savages

By Sofi Stambo, 2015 Dzanc Books / Disquiet International Literary Program Award winner, selected by Aimee Bender
October 2015

I have a birthmark above my butt, which is undeniable proof of gypsiness.

Hell Kettle

By Mary O’Donoghue
September 2015

Boundaries of Nature: Water is always at work. We don’t even know that it’s eating the very ground from under us.

The Last of His Kind

By Nick White
September 2015

Boundaries of Nature: In books, he has read about boys and animals, how they form a connection, and then the animal dies. And the boy learns something about the harshness of the world.


An excerpt from the novel by Steve Toltz
September 2015

It’s an open secret that every officer, regardless of rank, is allowed to step in and ask for special consideration for one fuck-up.

The Boy from Petrópolis

By Nuala O’Connor
September 2015

I look at his face; the green eyes, the wet mouth. I still feel the dream-softness of his hair under my hands; I feel like a grandmother, like a mother, like a lover.


By Rebecca Entel
August 2015

Now that she had shared a story, the Mother said, he must tell her one of his own. Something that had happened to him. He could tell that she meant something terrible.

The Vase

By Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi
August 2015

I didn’t tell my husband, but there was a part of me that could have lived like that: eating cockroaches in the dirt, catching flies.

The Sum of Small Acts

By Gabriel Urza
August 2015

They agreed to unspoken rules. Broken windows were OK. Broken bones were fair game. Graffiti was acceptable, as were rubber bullets and tear gas.

The Boy Jihadi

By Youssef Rakha
August 2015

For a year or more before the six months that we spent preoccupied with our strange visitor, counterterrorism was our spiritual life.

Let Me Explain You

An excerpt from the novel by Annie Liontas
July 2015

Stavros Stavros was fat and full at the end of the night. All he needed now was to deflower a virgin.

The Americanist

By Andrew Malan Milward
July 2015

“I’m celebrating my country! Stop hating my freedom, you terrorist.”


By Yaa Gyasi
June 2015

Boundaries of Taste: And as I parted my lips and then, later, my legs, watching the last clouds of smoke slip upward, I kept hearing my mother’s voice say, “Jesus is a fire.”

Canticle for Gigi Sauvageau

By Jennifer Sears
June 2015

Boundaries of Taste: Where we saw shape, line, and shadow—a nude—he saw a naked overweight woman.

Our Lady of Zeitoun

By Iman Saleh
June 2015

Firas rested his head on the back of the sofa, lost in the smoke. He wondered what that meant: a world where you can run wild.

Pretty Is

By Maggie Mitchell, excerpted from her debut novel
June 2015

Only then can you forgive a girl for being pretty: if she’s an idiot or a liar.