Fiction

Spermatozoa

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The hands of all the four thousand electric clocks in all the Bloomsbury Centre’s four thousand rooms marked twenty-seven minutes past two. “This hive of industry,” as the Director was fond of calling it, was in the full buzz of …

Retablo

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The man arrived one night in a shuddering and dying 350 Ford, under an infinite, star-studded sky. It seemed like …

Challenges (I will survive)

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Without Ezequiel in Medellin, I followed whatever sparked my curiosity into new streets. At Plaza Botero I saw bronze pieces …

Cara de Ángel

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Metió las manos en los bolsillos y fue más hombre que nunca. “El semáforo es caramelo de menta: exquisitamenta. Ahora, rojo: bola de billar suspendida en el aire”.

Por las azoteas

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A los diez años yo era el monarca de las azoteas y gobernaba pacíficamente mi reino de objetos destruidos. Las …

Baby big mouth

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Translated from Cup’ig on Nunivak Island, Alaska Many years ago when the world was still young, a story came originating …

The storm

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Johnny was always with the dogs. There were three of them, and they looked the same to me, but Johnny …

Hoy he vuelto a escribir

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Aquella noche febril, en la que vi mi mundo pasar en frente de mí (de pies a cabezas) y con …

Bloodchild

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A lot of people think “Bloodchild” is an analogy to slavery, but Octavia Butler explained that it’s really a science …

El amor cura

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Mirium era de la ciudad. Tenía ojos oscuros y todos miraban hacia abajo para verlos, pero a ella no le …

Jim Stately

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Jim slowly walked out to the mailbox, late in the day in the early summer breeze. He could smell the …

The book of the grotesque

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The writer, an old man with a white mustache, had some difficulty in getting into bed. The windows of the …