Fiction

  • 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...
  • Beach
    I ended up here because of my allergies. The headaches, the congestion, and the fatigue had become unbearable. After various rounds of antihistamines, injections, and other treatments, my doctor sugge...
  • Juan Carlos Méndez Guédez
    … Holy Virgin of Barajas, I promise you it’s not a tango, I just like whistling, whistling any old thing, I whistle a lot, and that’s why I always make this face when people here in Madrid shout at me...
  • Óscar Godoy
    She looks (her?) out onto the street from her seat on the doorstep. Her eyes (her!) scan the facades, empty sidewalks and cars that occasionally pass (despicable). Then she smiles...
  • Pool
    There are more swimming pools in France than in any other European country. Almost 100 people drown in French pools every year.
  • Mariana Torres
    That’s all he said, all the explanation he gave us. He shook his head, happy to be able to wave his branches openly. We were so shocked we must even have stopped breathing. Some of us vomited. The oth...
  • Miguel Gomes
    The ghost of my father first appeared to us three hours after the funeral. He was sat on the sofa in the study, with a book open in his lap and the lamp on (it wasn’t clear why: it was only five in th...
  • Claudia Ulloa Donoso
    Before Eloísa, I was lonely and insecure, and at the start of our relationship it was hard for me to accept the men in her life. Now, I understand how good the situation is for us both.
  • City X
    Alberto Chimal’s Twitter novel, Ciudad X: Novela en 101 Tuits, was originally published on Twitter on October 10, 2014, and subsequently in print version a year later, along with another short...
  • Luisa Valenzuela
    At the meeting of the strange Sect of Flash Fiction Writers, we listened to each other with enough suspension of disbelief—to use the curious quote from Coleridge—but also with the necessary contact w...

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