David Valentini – It’s the law
It’s been twenty years today. I almost forgot. Had you not been interviewed today maybe I would have never thought about that. Look how...
Lord Dunsany – The Bureau d’Echange de Maux
I often think of the Bureau d'Echange de Maux and the wondrously evil old man that sate therein. It stood in a little street...
Giorgio Olivari – The Relic
The small town at the foot of the Alps was pervaded by a thrill. The anniversary of the battle that had made every inhabitant...
Lara Gregori – A flight without melody
They say she is crazy.
She had come in a May morning, when the dawn still had the sharp smell of night bombings and the...
Andrea Taffi – The remains
Anna watched the section full of German soldiers, who were digging holes and planting big machine-guns amongst the olive trees. An officer saw her,...
Marco Pinnavaia – The express of seventeen past seven
The night before his death, Mister Miranda arrived at the Café Funchal a bit after eleven. He chose his usual outdoor seat, close to...
Francesca Romano – Private Property
«Look what idiot: he’s parking again on my spot! Is he blind or what? Isn’t he able to read the inscription on the road?...
Jorge Luis Borges – Borges and me
To the other, to Borges, it is to whom things happen. I walk through Buenos Aires and take long hours, even already mechanically, to...
Beatrice Buonaguidi – The sight
"We had left Yerevan the night before; we had warned our aunt to expect us after dinner, but we knew that she would...
Claudia Beltramella -Train to Freedom
Gyumri station was crowded, and people were rushing to the platforms to get on the trains. In those turbulent days, Armenians were fleeing...
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Robert E. Howard – The One Black Stain
They carried him out on the barren sand
where the rebel captains died;
Where the grim gray rotting gibbets stand
as Magellan reared them on the strand,
And...
