Stefan Boskovic

  FASHION AND FRIENDS   The two of you stand in front of the fitting room, he has a pair of trousers in each hand and raises and...
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Julia Butschkow

Tomorrow morning he’s leaving. There’s no way back. I’ve tried to talk him out of it. But he’s determined to go. Again. And he knows I can’t understand why he does it.

Jose Silva

My grandfather invented a famous memory. It was the result of long years of hard struggle and more than a little skepticism from family, friends, the community, and sometimes, it seemed, from the world at large.

Olja Savicevic

I’m interested to know how I’ll feel then when I drive with a girl in a convertible past soldiers driving on the other side of the road, knowing that they are going to war. Disgust with them or with myself? With them or myself?

Biljana Jovanovic

That’s how I started off inventing my own childhood; with no malice and no vanity; with empty space inside myself, around me, all around, everywhere…

Daniel Majling

It is a place where customs officers frequently come across lorries that carry cheap, Chinese-made copies of branded clothes (adidad, nikhe) but this time instead of fake clothes or perfumes the lorries contained books. Dostojevzski, Tolsztoi, Toorgenef – cheap imitations of lasting literary value for those who can’t afford to read real Russian classics because these are too demanding.

Eric Sentell

Samuel scanned the café, barely aware of its coffee aroma. His facial analysis software said everyone was full-bred white, straight, and gender normative ...

Dasa Drndic

What about the eyes of American deceased people? Do the eyes of American deceased people watch? Do they see the beauty of their own departure?

Natalie Bergman

She went on a few dates during those early years in Pilsen, and though she relished the attention and wanted to be liked, she found that she feared the young men stepping into her tidy little flat, and that was when the red dreams of beating arteries began weaving around her mind at night.

Willie Davis

An excerpt from Willie Davis's forthcoming novel, "Nightwolf"

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