The storm by Joey Carney 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 by Roger Torres Agüero Aquella noche febril, en la que vi mi mundo pasar en frente de mí (de pies a cabezas) y con …
Bloodchild by Octavia Butler A lot of people think “Bloodchild” is an analogy to slavery, but Octavia Butler explained that it’s really a science …
El amor cura by Joey Carney Mirium era de la ciudad. Tenía ojos oscuros y todos miraban hacia abajo para verlos, pero a ella no le …
Jim Stately by Joey Carney 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 by Sherwood Anderson The writer, an old man with a white mustache, had some difficulty in getting into bed. The windows of the …
The origin of opium by Jean Lartéguy and Dao Yang There was once was a very pretty Hmong girl who, contrary to the customs of our people, remained a virgin …
