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by Mihai Mateiu (Romania) Translated from Romanian by Rareş Moldovan for the Romanian version, click here As the final whistle blows, the scoreboard shows 2-0. The home team’s anthem blasts out of the speakers at full volume, and the cheers of their supporters fill him with hatred. He glances at his friends as he makes his […]
by Otis Taylor (USA) Edited by Robert Fenhagen When I was a child, the most vivid dream that I remember was one in which I was standing atop a circus trapeze pole—very tall, very slender, and very scary. However, I was not scared, in fact, the recurring theme of the dream was that I dove off […]
by Aurel Stănescu Avram (Romania) Translated from Romanian by Monica Becheru Edited by Robert Fenhagen A few years ago, one of my bad habits usually happened right around noon, when Radu, my dump truck driver and I, used to escape to the beach that ran between the harbor lock and the Navodari camp. We would hide […]
by Monica Trif (Romania) Translation from Romanian by Irina Savin Edited by Robert Fenhagen Adrian rushed from the house, made his way as best he could through the fierce blizzard, took his horse and carriage and set off for the village. It was blizzard weather, and he could barely see on that Christmas Eve. […]
Submitted anonymously from the United States edited by Robert Fenhagen Headline from ‘the New York Star of June 6th, 2010 Reported sightings of television reporter Cynthia Beekman have dwindled since the pretty 34-year-old Beekman disappeared two weeks ago. According to sources near to the investigation, her last interview was with a supposed vampire. The only physical […]
by Robert Fenhagen (USA) “How does it feel to be one of the beautiful people?” Thinking back, and remembering the Beatles’ song from back in the day, was one of the ways that he spent his endless hours, playing it over and over again in his mind as he wandered the filthy streets of […]
Alexandru Potcoava:
The three ladies, Adel, Juliana and Medi, started their trip to the vegetable market. Medi led the way out of the apartment, pulling her leash tight. Drawn with open arms between the dog and the old lady, Juliana was trying to keep the crew together. Swinging on Adel’s bony hand the empty nest tote bag was the only unfazed partaker of this picture.
by Adrian Ioniţă (USA) Translation from Romanian by Manuela Cazan pentru versiunea română click aici It’s funny to watch the world from above, looking through the reflections of a water that’s been engineered to be regularly changed. The ceiling is covered in candy-pink insulation and a semi-transparent plastic foil. Under it, a couple of mice […]
Karel Cispic:
A chuckle died in his throat as he realized fully what he was about to do. Shovel after shovel of dried dirt flew in back of him until the magic moment when he hit wood. He could tell by the solid thudding sound that metal made against wood. It was a satisfying sound. An organic sound. Thud, thump. Thump, thump. He used the blade of the shovel to pry open the casket. No smell came out, but the sight was not a pleasant one. Pavel’s emaciated and very dead face had a rictus grin that sent a fright up Karel’s spine. The dead poet seemed to be smiling at him.
by Robert Fenhagen (USA) Brief news story out of Wakefield, R.I.: “A flight out of Warwick Airport made it safely through a ferocious storm. At one point, there were fears that the flight was lost at a point because of faulty communications, but they turned out unfounded, and the flight eventually arrived without incident in […]