Fiction

  • The Animal Days
    Rafael stands on the edge of a big stone wall, waving his arms up and down like a bird, flexing his knees and flapping as if he were about to take off in flight, as if he were going to throw himself o...
  • Border Riders
    From the rubble of war-gutted Juárez they emerge: el Chamuco and his rumblefish clique. La Güera is at point, machete and Glock in hand, wheaten hair bound in a bandana. Next comes Einstein, hairnet a...
  • Nylsa Martínez
    My wife’s final wishes were that I scatter her ashes in a shopping center. She always said so as if she were joking, and because of that, when she met her creator, I couldn’t convince my children to h...
  • Skater
    It’s raining when Osmundo stops me by the crosswalk. It wasn’t raining a moment ago. In another reality a half step to the left of this one, the sun is shining and Osmundo is a skater punk who goes by...
  • Buenos Aires
    Mateo arrived in Buenos Aires when he was ten years old. Twelve more have gone by since; he has repeatedly convinced himself that it was worth it to rid himself of his Peruvian identity. His evocation...
  • Rosario Barahona
    It’s strange, but that’s what I was thinking about when I (un)heard an unusual clanging on my street’s sidewalk: a taxi door that closed with a crunch, a couple of male voices and some far-off steps,...
  • Lola Copacabana
    L.L. has just gotten up to eat a piece of gelatin—approximately five grams worth—off the floor. It’s not something she gives much thought to and, as she runs her tongue over her gums to remove the cru...
  • El hombre que vino de lejos
    When he awoke, the man did not know where he was. He did not remember anything, not even who he was. When he searched through his scant belongings, he found no sign of his identity, not even a scrap o...
  • Cuban Dog
    I went to live in a dead horse.
  • Mexican Road
    He wasn’t convincing, but I didn’t want to argue. Besides, deep down, I wasn’t too worried about the trip: how bad could it be? I’d get to Torreón in the morning, drop off some documents, they’d sign...
  • Cyber-proletarian
    I wanted to leave the lab, but he wouldn’t allow me. Even though he was a genius, my creator couldn’t provide me anything more than the limitations imposed by his own intelligence. Had I remained ther...
  • Raúl Flores Iriarte
    There's a dead Nazi under my table.
  • Milena Solot
    Memo, it’s so long since I spoke to you, your face is blurred in my mind. Do you remember the last time? I do. How could I forget? In case you’re struggling, I’ll refresh your memory: it was when Elod...
  • Emerio Medina
    And I thought about telling her more and to reveal other secrets and other materials, other ways of doing things and other ways of life.
  • José J. Veiga
    José J. Veiga’s Sombras de reis barbudos, first published in Brazil in 1972 is a text that is at once familiar and strange, of its time in a way and yet perennially relevant. It has elements...
  • Betrayal
    Her face, engraved with wrinkles, couldn’t hide the sadness that she carried in her heart, a pain so immense that with every breath she took she would have preferred to remain asleep forever and to ne...
  • Gisela Kozak
    Lamento della Ninfa is the first record I put on, barefoot in your strange and beautiful house, half empty, still unfinished and lacking a garden, on a mountain in a wide valley, so wide that t...
  • Hard Rock
    I found them near the ruins of what once was La Tropical. Over the ruins, they have been setting up the last concert. The Farewell-to-Everything Concert. No more extreme metal, no more endless drunk f...
  • JM Soto
    By JM Soto
    Fifteen years have gone by and I’m still living in that same apartment, surrounded by the same furniture, bar a piece or two, by the same smells and textures that remain despite the coats of paint, du...
  • Úrsula Fuentesberain
    No one has an answer. The papers say… My mistake. The papers don’t say anything. Just like all of us, they merely spell out silent words.
  • Brenda Lozano
    The gorilla, sprawled on a rock, contemplates the mop and bucket forgotten by the zookeeper. Were it earlier, had he a group of children in front of him, the gorilla would cudgel them with the mop. Bu...
  • Bones
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  • Jazmina Barrera
    Yaquina Head Lighthouse. Brick tower painted white, 93 feet high. Original Fresnel lens, visible at 18.5 nautical miles. Blink pattern, two seconds on, two seconds off, two seconds on, fourteen second...
  • Alberto Chimal
    There are two men in the video.  They're walking between the cars through the parking garage.  The camera is attached to the ceiling, or maybe to one of the concrete pillars, and both are moving away...
  • Juan Pablo Roncone
    My wife and I used to rent a house near the beach. We liked to get out of Santiago once in a while and watch the afternoon go by from the porch. My wife’s name is Antonieta and she writes for the cult...

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