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...