Shut Your Mouth, Hélène

By Nuala O’Connor
May 2016

‘Keep your pecker in your pocket, Paddy,’ Jacques Aubry says, pointing at Mrs. Boyle’s swollen front, ‘and you’ll have less need for marching.’

Rutting Season

By Mandeliene Smith
May 2016

He lay in the dark, eyes closed, imagining what Lisa would say when she saw the gun. Would she beg?

Moscow Windows

By Mikhail Iossel
May 2016

An unimaginably endless life lay ahead of me, almost frighteningly so. Sometimes, when I thought about it, I became so agitated that I found it difficult to breathe.

Manifesto

By Andrew Ladd
May 2016

“My brave little Marxist,” she will coo, knowing that her own, modest attempts at domestic revolution will as usual come to nothing, and softening in spite of it.

Heat and Light

An excerpt from the novel by Jennifer Haigh
April 2016

Fortified with sock tea, he attends his morning group, which is called Steps. This to distinguish it from the afternoon group, which is called Group.

Migrations

By Sofia Stambolieva
April 2016

Bulgarians are physical people. I discovered that when I left and came to New York.

Step In

By Zulema Renee Summerfield
April 2016

Here’s Jacob, in the grip of incomparable sorrow, being a total jaggoff to his friend. Insert interior monologue: What am I doing? When did I become such a dick?

A Bridged Country

By Xavier Navarro Aquino
April 2016

It wasn’t like we hadn’t grown accustomed to male wooers after Pa danced his way out of the picture, but something about Casero, that old bag, pissed me off.

Wife!

By Swati Khurana
March 2016

Future of Language: WIFE!—who would not tolerate this complaint of his, who no longer indulged his talking, who could not even bear to look at him.

Snow Signs

By Emma Komlos-Hrobsky
March 2016

Future of Language: Your given signs and pairs: mouth, kisses, red-pink, drink-apple, hurry-go. You have no tenses, only momentum into what’s before you.

The Tale of the Hag

By Simon Han
March 2016

Her feet were brown. She ambled closer. Darling, I’m you, she said. I’m you from the future.

The Vertical Frontier

By Madeline ffitch
March 2016

I could tell that he preferred each and every stranger, even strangers he had not met yet, even strangers he imagined, he preferred those strangers to me.

High Dive

An excerpt of the novel by Jonathan Lee
February 2016

Male staff members at the Grand waded through the myths that surrounded her, enjoying the feeling of being stuck.

The Naked Maja, or La Petit Mort

An excerpt of the novel "The Mastermind," by David Unger
February 2016

“You’re delicious,” he says, meaning it, remembering the taste of mango.

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.

Amerikanka

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.

Souterrain

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.

Toren

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.

Thugs

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.

Lifesavers

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.