Categoría: a short stories
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THE APPEARANCE OF A STRANGE CREATURE IN THE FIELD | Lê Vĩnh Tài
Truyện ngắn Lê Vĩnh TàiTranslation by Nguyễn Thị Phương TrâmArt by Đinh Trường Chinh I’m walking home and each step falls with the dying light. I watched my shadow far away and tried to get over the next rise of the hill. It twisted and turned like the shadows of…
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Almost love in California. by John Coyote
Almost love in California…. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be okay. A soldier love, held on by a whisper and a wish. I brought you to California…
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Count to twenty by Bogdan Dragos
When you’re little and growing up, twenty feels like a special number. You’re cool if you can count to twenty. Cooler still if you can do it without using your fingers. Twenty seems quite a lot. Yet not too much, It’s still manageable and you’re having fun experimenting with it.…
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The Architect by C. J. Anderson-Wu
Architect Hou was woken up by a phone call. When he got up to answer the phone, he realized the storm had passed, and the power was back. “Come to the National Science Education Center for a meeting.” “For what?” “For the reconstruction of the Radio Station for Education.” “What…
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NEVER SAY IT IS OVER by mike Steeden
8th May 1945, Paris A standstill crystal clear night under the amorous impressionism of a moon’s intimate ogling, the lioness and the lamb renew an affair. Cemented almost as one upon Pont de L’Archevêché sharing the last of the Gauloises, looking down and out at the magic of perception over…
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THE PANDEMIC by Luisa Zambrotta
At first, it arrived on tiptoe, slipping into our lives before we even noticed.Then it grew bolder, tearing down every barrier and robbing us of our peace, our health, but above all, the people we loved. We stopped singing from our balconies, as we had begun to do to feel…
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The Squall by Edward Ahern
Driving wind riffled the receding water back up onto the tidal flats. The gray sky was blackening. It suited my mood. Knowing I was apt to get wet, I zipped up my windbreaker, leaned against the wind and sand-shuffled down to the shoreline. Loose seaweed wallowed in the shallows, waiting…
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A life ain’t saved just because it’s born by Bogdan Dragos
He passed by too many children having fun on his way to the hospital. There were children having fun even as he came up the stairs. Children and parents, caretakers, children with broken arms or legs, children in wheelchairs, with bandaged heads and an eye, all recovering with the greatest…
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Kymber’s Get to Know You #53 by Laura Bennett
I’ve got a head start on this Manic Monday! Today, I’m participating in Kymber’s Get to Know You, the 53rd edition! Thank you as always to Kymber for her fun questions and awesome blog posts! Sooo, without further ado: 1. Did you ever hurt yourself in an embarrassing way? Hmmm.…
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«Madder Than a Wet Hen» by Joni Caggiano
«Madder Than a Wet Hen» by Joni Caggiano “I’ll wear the prettiest dress I have today. Maybe the boy behind me won’t draw on my ears with his pen. He hurts my feelings, and I wonder if the ugliness at home follows me around. Surely, he won’t tease me with…
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LANGSTON HUGHES by Luisa Zambrotta
James Mercer Langston Hughes (1902 –1967) was one of the most important writers and thinkers of the African American artistic movement in the 1920s that celebrated black life and culture. Hughes’s creative genius was influenced by his life in New York City’s Harlem, and his literary works helped shape American…
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The fragrance of time… by John Coyote
The fragrance of time… We cannot stop time. Youth run away from us so quickly. We must have a Gypsy soul. We must know wonder-lust, we must kiss many pretty ladies and we must dance for the sun and the moon. The fragrance of Summer, I do remember. A beautiful…
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«When the Heart Speaks» by Precious Magdaleno
«When the Heart Speaks» by Precious Magdaleno Rest easy now, my dear one; breathe in and breathe out. Have you listened to your heart? If not, please do. When it speaks, it whispers genuinely soft and true. A kind of melody that blends strength with vulnerability. And its pulse fuels courage, bringing…
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not too many horizons by Bogdan Dragos
Not too many horizons when you live in a small home with small windows and thick blinders and only face the smoky ceiling as you sit sprawled on the bed, bottle in hand, more empty than full, cigarette between fingers, more ashes than light. Work starts only the day after…
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The dog is sad, while the cat is lonely | by Trần Băng Khuê
A short story in Vietnamese by Trần Băng KhuêTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm (Blog: https://nguyenthiphuongtram.com/category/literature-van/g) 1. I’m not sure what I wanted to write when it comes to them. A dog, A cat. They came to live with my family. The dog is a Corgi, nearly two years old. The…
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THE WISE WEASEL IN A HORIZONTAL PLANET by Mike Steeden
She of the fair sex was resting in the bath with her eyes shut tight in a vulgar dream when the bomb landed upon both it and her. She didn’t have a chance it seemed. Even so, despite that terrible happening prior to the visit of the bombshell the stark-naked…
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