Alissa Cho doesn’t write “From: Aunt Alissa and Uncle Stevie” on the Christmas presents anymore. She and Stevie fight too much now and she worries if she writes their names …
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You were the Sawdust Boy. That’s what everybody called you back when there were no electric stoves in the village. Elderly women making bets with their husbands’ cigarette money on …
She couldn’t sleep. It had been a horrible day. A day that felt like it was going out of its way to tell her that she wasn’t right for the …
☜ Part 1 I got a fire in my stomach. I was now a white woman, so I decided to put that to the test. I felt inspired to go …
Komla Begum strode with great purpose down the aisles of the grocery store. Every footfall was audible and every step was a huff. She was angry that her daughter had …
I woke up and hit the snooze button on my phone again. Why do I set alarms if I don’t even get up? I didn’t have anything to get up …
Just like that you are awake and the red lines of the radio-clock sketch 02:17 in the dark. Mind takes a minute to remember where you are. The switch for …
It was a matter of time before Chee Seng’s luck ran out. Rumours were, he had heard from a fellow kitchen assistant, that UK Border officials had paid a visit …
Out by the farm, fixing the roof flying off of the house because of a storm named Janis, he feels something press against his leg. Rain drops, crashing against the …
Note from the editor: The second selection in our ongoing translated Asian literature series is Jiang Yitan’s Through the Woods, originally published in the September 2013 issue of Mountain Flowers. …