He kept on a’digging. Dug so deep, he found a nickel… in the pocket of a dead man buried right ways up in the ground.
You can work in a community of artists and still try to stake out a little bit of territory that’s yours.
While disquieting scenes and creatures fill the pages, the most frightening parts are these casual references to real-world issues facing women.
These three stories by legendary writer Ryūnosuke Akutagawa were translated from the original Japanese by Ryan C.K. Choi.
Reading Amparo Dávila’s stories is like accepting an invitation for tea at a haunted house.
When the call came late one evening, Dan assumed it was news of just another death.
Nuruddin Farah has written a story about family, both the families we belong to by blood and the ones we forge for ourselves out of...
He has never been able to say eu te amo to his parents. In his family, love is never discussed. Instead, you act it out.
He didn’t eat them out of hunger, and he didn’t eat them often. But when he did, he made sure no one knew.
You get to be Odysseus. I’m typecast as Penelope.
It was two in the afternoon, but the aquarium bar was dim and quiet, an artificial slice of night.
Killing Commendatore is the most recent entry in Haruki Murakami’s canon of sensory and supernatural games of chance.